"Oh, fuck!"I said stepping back from the bunker. We'd been searching for Mathias for ten minutes and found an old rusted building. Once Jonah had kicked in the door, I gagged and stepped back. I peeked inside to figure out what the smell was from, and regretted my actions instantly. Inside, rotten flesh and broken bones littered the room in various locations. I think I'm going to be sick...
I rushed over to a nearby bush and emptied whatever was left in my stomach. The taste it left made me cringe and wish for clean water. Out of all the ships that could have crashed on this island, it had to be the Endurance? Reyes peeked inside and stepped back.
"Jeez, what the hell?" She said as I fixed my glasses into the right position. "Are those animal parts or..."
"I don't know," Jonah said. "And I don't want to find out."
"There's footsteps leading through the entestines, going out through another open door.
"We aren't actually going through that, are we?" I asked.
"We have to. C'mon Alex, let's get this over with." She inhaled sharply and headed through, covering her mouth with her hand. She made it through the mess with no problem. Jonah went next, breaking a bone or two on the way.
"Let's go, Alex. Just don't think about it." Jonah encouraged. Fuck... I inhaled and stepped through, careful not to slip on the guts and bones. So far so good. I was halfway through the mess and everything was fine.
"Help me!" Someone pleaded out of nowhere. I looked down and saw a man with half of his fucking body clinging to my leg.
"Gah!" I kicked and thrashed, but the man's one arm held on. What the fuck?
"Alex!" Reyes said, aiming the weapon. "Don't move!"
"Fuck!" I replied. The man reached up and grabbed hold of my charred shirt, and I lost my balance. I slipped and fell backwards into the piles of flesh. This was worse than going through fucking Outlast. My hands made contact with the mush and I retorted instantly, trying to get up.
What the hell? My side burst out in pain, with the half - dead guy still crawling over me.
"Help!" He screamed, his insides spilling out on my shirt and jeans. Reyes took the shot, and hit him directly in the neck. Blood splattered off of him and into my face, causing me to gag. If anything else was left in my stomach I would have emptied it.
"Jesus!" Jonah said hiking inside the bunker and helping me up. Fuck! My side! I looked down and saw a jagged bone sticking out from it. Was it mine or someone else's?
"Over here, set him down." Reyes instructed Jonah. He let me down on a flat rock.
"Fuck, this hurts!" I cried. My hands were covered in blood, and I couldn't tell if any of it was mine.
"Jonah, do you know how to patch this shit up?"
"Well, I can't even tell if that's his bone or not." He replied.
"What are we... what are we going to do?" I stuttered. Reyes eyed the bunker and looked around, probably looking for some kind of hospital or a friendly hiker that has a cell phone. Before I ever knew what was happening, Jonah held up a broken bone in his hands. I looked down and realized he took that out. And here comes the pain...
"Shit!" I cried and babbled incoherent words and curses. Did he even know if that was my bone or not?
"Jonah," Reyes looked back. "What's wrong with you?!"
"I handled the situation!" He cried back. "We need bandages." Before Reyes could reply, Reyes fell over in the mud with a tall Russian man over her, aiming his gun at Jonah.
"Don't you fucking move."
And I blacked out from the pain.
