Dutch took the pistol off his belt and looked at the Fortress in front of him. He approached the first entrance he found. The only thing he saw behind the stone wall entrance where the now mutilated corpses of fallen comrades. Their bodies were very evidently eaten at some lack any since of organs, missing limbs, or all of the above; however some are no longer recognizable as they're only now muscle, tissue and bone stained by blood.
Dutch felt a growing sickness in his stomach at the sigh he covered his mouth. Yet he forced himself to tread on the path trying to find anyone who was still alive a survivor of this massacre. He step carefully past the dead to not touch them and disturb their now eternal rest; as he was getting more and more worry for those he hasn't found yet. He just hoped they hadn't met the grim fate that laid with these walls.
He didn't fine any signs of life on the lower level so he made his way to the stairs. A sense of dread grew over him he didn't know what he find up the stairs. Despite not wanting to he held his breath a bit as he walked up the stairs. The sight was similar to the lower level with dead bodies that were eatten at.
His worry and sickened feeling grew he covered his mouth and looked away from the fallen; he wasn't squimish but this was to much for almost anyone. He shook his head a bit before continuing onward hopefully finding anyone alive. Then he came across the body of the now once lieutenant.
He just froze up seeing his brother in that state completely derived of life now. His body was torn and biten by presumably the creatures that laid dead nearby a bullet being presumably being the fatal cause. Dutch breath broke up a bit as he was forgetting to breathe as his mind hazed at the sight. He had to force himself to look away and walk past the body but stood there as his mind struggled to process what he witnessed.
He smacked his the sides of his head with his hands forgetting he held his pistol in on hand hitting the gun against his head as well. He flinch a bit and sighed, looking down at the floor and leaned against the wall. He was stressed out but had to go on regardless. Dutch sighed and begrudgingly crept down the path.
He perked his ears up a bit as he could hear rasped breathing. It was coming from one of the towers of the building. Dutch quickly made his way over too the tower; to see a battered up Richard. "Captain you're alive-!" Dutch cried out happy to see someone who wasnt brutality killed. Richard snapped to reality and turned his attention to Dutch. "What are you doing here Dutch...?" The captain ask in a more rasped voice then his usually upbeat tone.
Dutch ran over to the Captain to examine his wounds. Richard hissed a bit due to pain but sighed and rested there. Dutch wasn't sure what to say since this whole undead monster thing is new. He noticed Richards leg was more mangled than the rest of his body. "Captain I can help you out of here you just need to bare with me." Dutch softly spoke as he helped the Captain stand up; watching him slightly shake a bit, but put his arm over his shoulder as he walked out of the tower. Richard limped out of tower before Dutch set him against the walls of the Fortress. "I'm gonna walk ahead of you since you not in the best condition to defend yourself!" He smiled as he tried to show some optimism; grabbing his pistol again.
Dutch walked ahead of Richard his pistol in hand keeping his guard up yet he had no idea about the threat behind him. Richard had stopped following along and went to grab his pistol off of his belt. "There's a plane outside so we can get back to a base and get you patched up." Dutch said trying to avoid looking at any of the corpses of the fallen soldiers. Richard looked at Dutch and aimed the pistol at the other. "I'm afraid you won't be going anywhere..." Richard hushly said but loud enough for Dutch to hear.
"What do you mean by tha--" Dutch paused as he turned around to see Richard pointed his pistol at him; confusion spread across his face.
"Captain..?" That would mark his last word as a bullet would hit Dutch in his forehead. Richard watched the shock on the others face fade as his body suddenly collapsed on the floor. As his blood soon stain the ground.
Richard put his pistol back on his belt but switch for his knife. He walked up to Dutch's body and crotch down; grabbing his face with one hand and took the knife to the left side of his face and skinned the skin of. His goal was to make it look like he was killer by a newborn. To finish off his...work was stabbing his left eye out. He took it off the blade and threw it off the side of the building. Before he cleaned his knife as he limped his way down the stairs. Putting the knife on his belt again.
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BINABASA MO ANG
Twilight Sunset
Fanfiction!!Updates are unorganized because of my poor motivation probably due to literally anything wrong with my mental state is undiagnosed and untreated but I'm still working on it if it is labeled as on going!! Takes one of the campaign's ending with a l...
