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Larry was with a special operations unit sent to this
area as a scouting detail. They were supposed to observe, take down any information they could acquire, and then
report back. Over all a simple assignment with minimal chance of causalities. The target was a small private commando
training camp located high in the Appalachian Mountains in southern Virginia. His unit was supposed to find its
location and get as much detailed information as they could. The only problem was that they never made it far enough
to find the camp, instead they came across a much scarier enemy. Deep in the mountains are people whom time and
society have forgotten. These people have lived separated from the rest of the world for hundreds of years. They
are self-sufficient, growing the food they eat, raising livestock, and living in the same home that generations
of their family have lived in before them. It had become a society that shunned the modern world and had an extreme
dislike of strangers, especially anyone representing the government.
When Larry and the rest of his squad came upon these people, they questioned a few to gather information on the
commando unit. Little did they know that as they were talking, several men were setting up an ambush behind them.
As his team started to leave one of the old dilapidated houses, the men attacked killing one of Larry's team. His
unit ran for cover and fired back, but the men had fled. They held their position for a few moments and then made
a hasty retreat to the body of the fallen soldier. When they got to him, they found that the radio he had been
carrying was shattered by high-powered buckshot. One of the soldiers made a comment that the shot looked as though
it must have come from behind. Just as he said this, several shots whizzed past them. It sounded like a swarm of
bees buzzing in Larry's ears. The men fell to the ground and began to look in the direction of the house they had
just left. The long dark barrel of a shotgun could be seen in one of the windows, and then another appeared at
the front door. Confused, the men low crawled to a nearby tree trying to find cover. The squad leader pointed to
Larry and signaled for him to make his way around the building for a rear assault. He nodded and then leapt to
his feet and rushed through the low underbrush and tall trees. The rest of his squad fired at the house in hopes
of distracting the people. Finally, covered in sweat, Larry made it to the side of the house where he pinned his
body to the wall. Holding his weapon in both hands, he slid down the wall until he reached the corner leading to
the back of the house. He stopped long enough to catch a shallow breath and then turned the corner ready to shoot.
The back of the house was empty except for an old dog that barked wildly as Larry stepped carefully towards the
back door. As he approached, he leaned against the back wall and it creaked against his weight. With his left hand,
he turned the rusted doorknob and opened the door slightly. He took a deep breath and held it as he readied himself
to burst inside the house. Suddenly, before he could move the wall behind him ripped open as two huge hands reached
through the jagged hole grabbing Larry and throwing him to the ground. Boards fell on him as a large man emerged
from the house. Larry tried to roll over but the man reached down with inhuman strength and lifted Larry into air.
He could see the man's face as it smiled a toothless grin at him and then once again threw Larry several feet in
the air. He hit a tree in mid air and fell helplessly to the ground. Still trying to catch his breath, he saw the
massive man lumbering quickly towards him. Larry, still holding his weapon, tried to regain his senses and pointed
his rifle at the man. Before he could pull the trigger, the behemoth wrenched the weapon away and struck Larry
in the head with it. The next thing he remembered was waking up in that cold damp basement with no one around.
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