My eyes open. Red sky. All I see is a red sky. If I wasn't hurt so badly, I would say that it is beautiful. There is rubble and dust and god knows what else all over me. When I sit up – I throw up. The blood sprints to my temples and I get the worst head rush imaginable. I scan the ground around me, I can't find my weapon. My gun. My saviour. In the distance I hear, or at least I think I hear, the sound of Helghast. Helghast troops and tanks.
You see, prior to now a bomb exploded. A building exploded. All the people in the building exploded. Except one. And that one is angry. Angrier that he has ever been in his life. He wants revenge. He wants revenge so badly.
I rush across the street and into an abandoned building. There is broken mirror scattered across the floor and eight chairs bolted to the ground. It must have been a barbers at one point in time. Its funny, well, not really funny, but I was about to say: "Mother nature gave this place a beating." Yet, nature has god shit all to do with this. This is our fault. Or the Helghast's fault, I don't really know. Now that is funny, I fighting in a war, when I don't even know who started it. I make my way to the bad, leaving foot prints in the dust. Before I leave, I catch myself in a cracked mirror. I look like shit. My jacket is hanging off me. There is blood all over my clothes and skin. In my belt, a knife.
The sound of those bastards are getting louder, I know I'm getting closer. Outside again, the sky would still be beautiful if I wasn't breaking with rage. I'm crouching in a small alleyway. There appears to be a few soldiers across the road, in a building. Walking across the road, I can't wait to get into the building. I'm actually excited: As sadistic as that sounds. On the ground floor I can hear that they are only one floor above me. By the sounds of it, they are just horsing around. I know that they are happy, the think that everyone in the station is dead. The stairs are metal and my boots will make a noise if i go up them. Yet, I still go up. I still don't care. They are in the next room. My knife is in my hand.
I walk in, I creep softly in, one of them are looking out the window, he is the closest. I raise my knife to his neck. So sorry, so sorry, so sorry but I just FUCKED you from behind. When a man is drowning in his own blood, the sounds are disgusting. But when that man is Helghast, the sounds are beautiful. The other man turns around. I think he is surprised, he has frozen. Unlucky for him, I have not. I reach inside the drowning man's belt holster, grab his pistol.
Two men dead.
The pistol was not silenced.
Three men dead.
You see, they heard my shot (The Helghast in the street). I was a dead man within minutes.