" Ha-ha-ha! Hello, boys! I'm BAAAAAACK!" -Russell Casse (with some friends too)
(A/N: the crew got a copy of DOOM and played some WADs for the classic games before we graduated and it was fucking Rad but one WAD mad by Viking opened up a lot of sad ideas like, what happed to any good friends and lovers working at the facticity before the invasion and stuff like that so, without further a-do... BLT anubis productions brings you "A Personal Hell" Written by Viking Biking, edited by Tokai Hiadaid A/N by the whole crew.)
Warning: Sad stuff, Gore, and mild language
Screams, Roars, gunfire...it's all the same to her right now...she's dead, they're dead, everyone... just dead the name tag on her jumpsuit was the only thing she can clearly see, Annabelle Grace, lv 2 access engineer. to her left was one of her once admired, legs, bent, eaten, and now oozing dark crimson. to her right a few dead demons and about 16 shotgun shell casings plus the now useless shotgun that was used, her hand and arm attached. the young woman, once inspired by the UAC's crowning achievements and usually happy to be on the facility, was now weeping and begging for her savior or better yet, death to come save her from this "ultra-nightmare".
"Hello, anyone?" a voice asked.
Annabelle was excited to be saved and retuned to earth ASAP, she tried to call out to the voice but only a gurgled cough escaped her mouth, more crimson liquid to escape her body.
This is it, then... well at least I'll be with you, sweet pea... Anne thought pulling out a bloodied picture of another woman shyly and cutely clinging to Annabelle. Soon... Another call for a sign of life, Anna smiled and threw the shotgun at a wall with her only arm, a small bang was heard.
"Hey, make another sound, I'm coming to get you, sit tight." the voice said.
She did as told and threw a casing a small sound echoed then footsteps, suddenly a man in dark purple armor ran by slipping in the blood and gore.
"Sonofvabitch!" he groaned.
"Hey, are you a soldier?" Anna asked life rapidly draining from her
"Kinda, I'm a Ultratarian operative, I can help." the man said offering his hand to her.
The thought of not being with her Sweet pea struck her mind like a hammer no more Sweet pea means no more life worth living for, no more reason to talk about her new assessment, no more... anything for her. See eyed the operative an old model of a plasma sidearm but it will do for her, she reached for it quickly yanking it off his belt and bringing it towards her temple and pulled the trigger. The ultratarian, shocked, pulled a small device to his face.
"HQ, this is 5983... we had a live one." The ultratarian grunt said before waiting for a response. "Cause of death? uh self inflicted gunshot wound."
With that Annabelle was dead along with the many others in the base, telling incoherent stories of the horrors of base 323.
Editor's note: Jeez how brutally sad I talked to Viking about this sweet pea character and he said he was inspired to make the character after his cousin talked about how his sister had a lover how died in Russia by a animal (I'm guessing bear) and his sister was devastated and killed herself pretty hevy if ya ask me. any ways stay awesome guys and never go to Russia without protection against bears. BLT Anubis signing off.