Disclaimer: I don't own the Doom Marine i'm just borrowing him.

A brief interlude

The smell was constant. You would think in the 2 years I had been fighting through the very deepest levels of hell that I would've gotten used to it. Well you would be wrong. Sometimes the smell of burning and decaying flesh was so strong it made me want to vomit. I would wake up from the odour sometimes if a demon, from my hellish nightmare, got to close to my hiding space.

There was no getting away from the fact I was in Hell. The site of bodies and limbs hanging from trees, crosses and rivers of blood brought me back to the reality of it whenever I had a temporary lapse of reality.

I was so happy when I found that Rabbit. I had something sweet and innocent. Seems very out of character for a marine to want the very limited companionship of a bunny rabbit, but I bet even the most hardened marines wouldn't deny this thing was cute and fluffy if they saw the shit I had to wade through every day. And then some horned pink goat-monster with hooves impaled her on a pike and I was back to being alone again.

I wanted to cry. Everyone was dead. My poor Daisy was dead. All I could hear was the mechanical stomp, stomp, stomp of the big-ass motherf***er with the rocket launcher for an arm and the roars of all the various monsters.

I can hear Daisy screaming when I close my eyes. See myself holding her limp dead body. It brings me back to the harsh reality of the monsters that haunt me.

And I think will I ever be free of this hell?

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