Jungle Outpost #4 (story/pic)

Riverside

 

Jungle Outpost #4

 

Broderick was the strongest man in the unit.  Before the war, he was a professional bodybuilder.  He had gone with the small group of soldiers down to the river for a quick bath and cool-down.  He noticed Marten's boat was drifting away.  Thinking Marten was asleep, he figured he had better get over to him and bring him back before he ended up down river.  He waded down the river to where Marten's boat was.  When, he got there, he found Marten dead.  "Oh, Fuck!"  the soldier yelled.  His heart raced in his broad muscular chest.  "GUYS,,,,,,,  HELP!!!!!"

 

Broderick had barely let the words escape when an enemy ninja popped out of the water in front of him and buried dagger deep in the soldier's gut.  The soldier let out a loud grunt and his eyes widened as the blade pierced his muscular abs and sank into the softer tissue underneath.  The assassin admired the young soldier's physique as his muscles twiched in his midsection.  

The crisp, sharp pain in the soldier's belly was short-lived and gave way to a numbing the fully encompassed his body as his once powerfully strong physique slumped like a wasted pile of meat in the river.