Wolfenstein - Chapter:1
The Escape
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- Tosh
Billy came to almost as fast as he had passed out. Awaking in a cold sweat and sickening dizziness, all that he could remember about his pre unconsciousness was the terrible pain and humiliation at the hands of the German SS squad that had captured him. The drugs that he had been administered whilst being tortured had taken affect and caused his muscles to relax, therefore causing him to urinate without knowing it. Where the fuck am I now? His first thoughts caused him to think hard about his whereabouts. As he lifted his face from the damp, dirt ridden floor, an indescribable stench greeted his nose. A smell that cleared his head and made him realize that this was not the first time that he had inhaled this inhumane odor.
Whilst in the CIA, Captain William J. Blazkowicz had often infiltrated POW camps in Germany and Russia. The smell of the rotting dead that had overwhelmed him back then had engulfed him once more. Billy opened his eyes for the first time, complete darkness save for a shard of light creeping through a splint in the shabby door in front of him. The same light that had come to rest on an empty patch of dirt beside him. Legs feel heavy. As B.J tried to emerge from the floor the reason for the weight of his legs revealed itself. A fresh corpse tumbled from his left leg finally resting on the light patch on the floor. The jaw of this unfortunate soul had been completely shattered leaving a horrific smile on the distorted face. The crisp dry blood stained shirt partially revealed the dead man's innards, which was now reduced to what looked like partial intestines and various bags of tissue.
B.J's thoughts of how the poor man died were interrupted by the sound of shouting. Not a great speaker of German the commotion was hard for B.J to understand but the word "Achtung" was quite clear. Part of his job was to know what to do in a captive situation and it was believed that "warning" would be part of the speech a German officer would use in a scenario upon which you were captured. Unfortunately they don't tell you what to do when you are hit over the head with a steel pipe and tortured for three days. The words were getting louder and a lot of shuffling could be heard from outside his apparent prison. This is it, their coming for me again. Terror filled the captains head as he started to remember the blades and needles of room 008, the room that claimed his left ear, however he was yet to discover this.
The Shouting grew louder and more pronounced, also a murmuring started to make itself prominent. An indescribable low muttering apparently not making any sense was getting louder and the German voice was growing into panic. Suddenly a pistol shot caused B.J to jump. Another quickly followed it. B.J's mind was going into overload, What is going on out there at first it made no sense. The sound of an empty clip was easily recognized under the, what had now turned into, screaming and then in a split second a large CRACK followed by silence. The murmuring started again and a shuffling appeared to be growing louder. B.J, now with some composure, had crept to the back of his dungeon like surroundings and hidden himself behind the mutilated body. The door started shaking and creaking. Shit...... SHIT. There was no escape this could be it. The scraping slide of metal against metal and a loud thump indicated to the captain that the bolt of his cell was now unlocked, and the door gained a small gap where it had been opened slightly. Before the person responsible could be revealed more shouting began to emerge this time from many different voices. The door stayed where it was and then all hell broke loose. B.J was losing his mind, a barrage of machine gun fire filled his ear as he lay waiting for his demise. A low moan followed by more shuffling shells whizzed through the door and one caught the corpse in the leg. As the chaos reached hectic proportions B.J felt himself drifting back into unconsciousness.
A surging pain coursed through the left hand side of B.J's head as he awoke for the second time. Beyond the door there was now silence. Prodding the lifeless body of his deceased cell mates remains away from him he crawled toward the door. Peering through the bullet holes the scenario outside seemed far from normal. A dead soldier in a guards uniform lay next to the door, his head twisted 180 degrees and his eyes turned back in their sockets from the shock. Patches of green liquid were lying about randomly scattered However the room seemed quiet and free of living German soldiers. A pistol lay next to the dead guard this was B.J's Chance to make a run. This is bad thought the Captain. I need to get out of here. If only I knew where I am.
Without a second thought B.J opened the door and picked up the pistol, it had no ammunition but it was a start. The guard also had a Hitler commemoration knife attached to his belt. That will come in handy thought B.J as he ripped it from the stiff's belt. B.J stood up, a little ragged and confused he evaluated the situation. I gotta get outta here. He looked at his reflection in the bullet ridden cracked mirror on the wall. Cleaning himself up a little B.J was now starting to build up the courage to escape. The drugs had nearly completely worn off and he felt reassured that he had survived this long. So what was stopping him from getting out? That was the question! And no-one could have been prepared for the nightmare that was to follow.