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Fall In...
Chapter 1: Nostalgia's Cliché
Rotten flesh with an astoundingly grotesque scent fell to the ground as the necromorph's facial muscles twitched unassumingly. Isaac glared at the fallen necromorph with pure disgust and pity as he slowly lowered his plasma cutter, in line with his abdomen. Lights flickered all around him, as the distant cries of lost souls and necromorphs stalked inwards into Isaac. Moving shadows of monsters were seen around the dark, long lost corners.
'Isaac...'
A tear of pure frustration, anger, and sadness rolled across Isaac's dry skin, as more disturbing screams were bouncing into Isaac's ears, off the hallowed walls.
'Give in...'
12 Hours, After Contact
"Fuck!"
Isaac screamed with rage and pain as he bashed off the claw of the rigid necromorph, in which was blocking the entrance of the elevator from closing. His suit was soaked with blood, as his RIG levels were critical.
'Please, select the desired level...'
The signal was cut off as Isaac tiredly slammed the level selection with his fist.
'Level 23 has been designated.'
Isaac broke into tears, as the cursed memory of Ellie's dead body haunted him. His legs gave in to the artificial gravitational force of the Sprawl, as his body slumbered against elevator's back wall. He felt the gravity of tempered grace, as his faith was lost into the endless void of his own mind. He tilted his head to view his plasma cutter, in which was in his arms' reach.
'23 seconds, until arrival of the designated destination.'
His arms opened out wide, as Isaac slowly reached for his gun. Isaac doubted his own existence, his epiphanies, and his feelings.
'18 seconds, until arrival of the designated destination.'
The hazel blue lasers dazed with a light humming sound, as Issac tilted his wrist, thus aiming the plasma cutter slowly at his cheek. Isaac grinned, as he felt his sanity slowly slipping away from his mind.
"Never."
Isaac grasped his shoulder wound with his hand as he used the other to support himself onto his feet. He profoundly picked up his tool of destruction, as he wiped away his feelings.
'4 seconds, until arrival of the designated destination.'
36 Hours, Before Contact
"So, did I make up for your eye..?"
Ellie grinned, as she slowly started to pick her clothes up.
"Shut up about the eye, you bastard."
Isaac started to join Ellie, as they fitted their clothing on.
"Well, better get to work, before that stupid guy fires me again."
12 Hours, Before Contact
Isaac and Ellie glared at each other, with pure adrenaline and rage coursing through their minds and bodies.
"You sun of a bitch!"
Isaac's face was marked with a red mark as he felt a slight stinging sensation, and without a word, Isaac withdrew all of his will power, from hurting Ellie. Aromatically, Isaac walked away, as Ellie did the same to avoid feeling any obnoxiousness.
Well, this is it for this chapter, folks. Hope you guys enjoyed it. Leave your comments or any beneficial criticism by reviewing. :3