Heavy stomping slammed into the hardened steel. The ground floor sounded off.
Heavy breathing came from his helmet. His hands shook the more his blood rushed through his veins. Struggling to keep him sane and alive.
His body moved swiftly trying his best.
Trying desperately to stand tall and face what ever comes his way.
Yet only to find himself all alone. The Kind that causes dementia.
The Kind that causes people to create fearful images of the lost.
He stopped as his right arm took aim. Forward towards the end of the blackened hall.
Two long lines aimed shaking towards the open door. His visor glowed blue.
His body was covered with blood and shadows.
His eyes shook as he breathed faster.
Knowing the monsters were real.
" ISSAC" whispered the long lost Nicole
Issac shook it off as he rushed into the right hand side. A long lost room. Yet his right boot slammed and kicked into a bookshelf.
His head turned towards the long steel shelf. Seeing a body pinned on.
His breathed escaped his body.
His gun didn't even fire. His actions drove him back. His legs walked steadily.
Issac looked left seeing the broken bedroom. The naked woman was unconscious.
He worried about it. About her lifeless body. What if's rushed through his mind.
Issac slammed his helmet. With his open left hand and sighed. Trying to fight it. His body shook more.
His signal beeped aloud. Issac cursed under his breath and looked at his visor's sensors.
Trying to make out where he was. Yet to find the quarters of cabin mates.
His breath came back. Noticing the exit door locked. On his mini map.
His eyes blinked calmly.
Walking towards her body he aimed. Firing two rounds into her ankles. Hearing no scream or grunting.
Nothing. His hand lowered his weapon for a second. Yet his eyes noticed the bed just there. The body was lying on the carpet. At the center of the room.
Issac walked slowly and took a seat for just that one second. His ankles. His legs complained with aching pain.
Issac was feeling the kind of relief he has been wanting for some time.
His shoulders carrying the weight of blood, armor, sweat ,and ammo.
His mind being ruined by constant images of death , nightmares.
Issac just wanted this to end. Placing his weapon by his side. He closed his eyes.
Issac reached into his back pocket and pulled out a trip mine. Tossing it into the door.
He removed his helmet for a second. Breathing. Trying to grasp what the sense of life would mean to those.
Those who even try to survive or exist in a maddening Cycle.
His eyes looked forward into the cracked , shattered wall.
Seeing the drips of constant blood.
The kind of sense he knew. The one thing he was fighting against this entire time.
DEATH.
Issac looked down at his hands. Filled with blood and stains of oil.
They stopped shaking.
Issac grabbed his helmet and stopped. Seeing blood dripping. His eyes shook and looked quickly upwards.
Seeing blood stain on the ceiling. He gripped his helmet. Trying to stand he looked forward into the very eyes.
The Eyes of the Undead. The undead Nicole. She screamed aloud into his face. He yelled.
Both as Nicole's glowing eyes. Glowing mouth yelled into his very soul.
She gripped his head as more Necromorphs rushed into him.
Issac yelled the whole Night.
...Endless Nightmares continued...
"!NICOLE!"
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