this is a new story i have just started writing for my brother that was hit by mortor shrapnel in afghanistan, it is only the start of it at the moment please give me you thoughts, possible name ideas welcolme.

Sir there here, our defences are breached there are too many to stop! This is it the day we have been waiting for............. he's coming!

4 weeks earlier
In a time of war and destruction hero's are born some are big and brave and some merely play there part in a bigger plot like two soldiers playing there part in a war not noticed but saving life’s everyday Gary and Richard were fighting in Afghanistan against the monstrous creatures named the Taliban, for months they fought and no matter how much blood was spilled the war continued. Together the two brave soldiers defended there camp when they encountered something they never could have imagined after taking allot of bullets one of the opposing Taliban stopped dead in his tracks and started to bleed from the nose and hears just moments after what looked like claws and bones began to tear through his skin as some creature gestated from his very flesh, realising this thing cant be an angel Gary and Richard fired rounds upon rounds at this thing but it did not seem to do anything the creature landed on all fours and run with incredible speed leaving trails of skin and blood behind, with huge power leaps it charged towards the camp, these soldiers would not be beaten though, not by anything Gary called out a call for aid so within seconds hundreds of infantry piled out of the all tents, took there positions and blasted clips into every limb tearing its skin of its scaled bones when Richard sort to do what he did best he mounted his mortar and buried the hell spawn into the sand. Shells blasting holes into the sand as he fires more and more mortars hitting the creature from every possible angle but none of these seems to kill it. As weak as it now was it still continued running to the camp when at one shot fired got it straight into his heart that threw his managed body crashing to the ground bursting his chest with blood, A clocked man jumped down from the supply crates " you must impale there heart with human blood it is the only way to kill them" he told them before fading into the dust leaving the soldiers confused. Left unsatisfied and alone the army tried to make sense of what just happened, they all fearfully became silent and turn there heads slowly to the left after hearing a continues crash and rumble then from out of the mist a small army of these tolerant beasts came crashing towards them; A aggressive battle cry burst the squads into action.. FIRE!!!!!! with this order masses of shells cut through the mist tearing limbs from all the oncoming horde in his panic Gary’s hand slipped from the barrel positioning his hand in his rifles line of fires taking half of his finger of his sand encrusted hands with the bullet he fired gauging through the heart of one of these creatures it falls to the floor and bursts from the chest as the last one did moments before, he tears his shirt and tied it around his finger and continued shooting with the blood on the end of his gun he fires concentrated bursts into there hearts killing them in an instant, his near by friend notices this way to kill them and pulled a knife from his belt then slashed his arms and dipped his gun in the wound and aided Gary in the slaughter like flies they fell to the floor from the excellent shoots to the chest but there was still to many to kill, moments into the battle they got to the camp then began tearing apart all of the brave soldiers when Ricky picked up a nearly machete dipped into the blood of his falling battalion recruit then began slicing the limbs and heads of all that threatens his friends dozens died by his hands, To the right he notices his sergeant bleeding beyond any help he went over to help him into the nearby room when the sergeant promoted Richard to lead the survivors as a general with his last words he hurled pints of blood before getting ripped open by his own bones now moulded into the skeleton form of that what he had been fighting in a flash Richard grabbed a rifle from a falling solider and wedged the barrel through his ribcage and opened fire into the heart of a dieing solider hoping to spare the dreadful fate that could befall on his soul, killing this new habitat before it got the chance to attack, Ricky gathered the survivors and ordered an immediate retreat, they followed him through the bunkers and up through the air shaft hoping to lead his platoon to safety if they could only get to the beach they could sail to safely in the docked ship awaiting there return.

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this is only the start and will be finnishing the story as soon as i can.
thanks,
steve.