Written by Gary Lutz
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Boris stumbled into base camp bleeding from what seemed an endless gash growing from his right side. When he was better he related to us what had happened. A new breed of Weblos like no one has ever seen: a Supereblo. Boris told us of what took place. We were investigating the volleyball court when all of a sudden 3 Weblos, we thought they were Weblos but in fact they were Supereblos were standing in front of us not afraid. Saga boy said let’s teach these Weblos what’s up. I can know say I have seen men empty entire clips at Weblos hitting nothing but air. They were too fast. Then one started to speak. Mr. ekama, come with us. We weren’t about to allow some Weblos to take us in so ekama took out his mp10 submachine gun and opened fire. He hit nothing, absolutely nothing. The claws of the Weblos tore at Nathan’s arm, making him drop the machine gun. Saga boy tried to help him but a second Supereblo used its agility to knock him over and rip at his face. I pulled out my knife and charged but the raking claws of the Supereblo tore my side apart like confetti. By sure luck my knife in hand went done into the Weblos arm releasing me letting me run as far as I could.
That is when I arrived here... the platoon looked at Boris then at our leaders and everyone knew they didn’t want to be there now. Facing a new force as strong as a Supereblo is a pretty intimidating thing. At that moment we heard footsteps, we turned around pointed our guns at the oncoming noise and waited... CURTIS!! We all relaxed our trigger fingers for the moment; Curtis what are you doing we almost turned you into Swiss cheese. He was breathing heavy. Weblos...huff huff .... took me...huff huff by... suprise.... thousands...entire puff...cough camp..gone..cough cough underground...secret...weblo city.. and he faints from exhaustion. The response is immediate, even with this new threat the Supereblo, both tucks 1 and tucks 2 want to go into the lion’s den and pull em out. A council of war is set to take place immediately for the leaders while everyone one else is sent to gather supplies and every weapon available...
next installment: when ever death looks someone in the face, all a man can do is smile back.
