Okay so I can explain why I haven't posted in three months. I did a hefty amount of research for the setting we're in as well as practice for this chapter because i've never wrote from multiple perspectives like this before. This has been a very big learning experience for me, just know that this story is constantly on my mind and I couldn't forget about it if I wanted to. I hope you enjoy this chapter, if you can please give me your thoughts in a review if you have criticism or a way I can improve my writing or story telling I will read it and think about it. I do not own Bloodborne or RWBY and they are owned by they're own respective studios.
Deep In the Dark.
After blasting deep in the mine to break up rock and sediment, the ground began to shift and shake hard enough for everyone to struggle to stand on the uneven ground. Various fault lines were created from the sudden pressure and shifted throughout the mine, some must have even collapsed judging from the shaking.
There was suddenly the sound of sliding rubble and the lights had cut out. Stanley fumbled with his hard hat, then the flashlight on his chest, and lastly the oxygen on his back. He pressed the back of the flashlight hanging off of his harness and looked around. When he did he heard his supervisor Daniel call out "Is everyone okay?! Follow my voice!"
Stanley just focused on putting one foot in front of the other, but then he started to hear other sets of footsteps doing the same until there was a group of around twenty people. "Let's do a headcount. when I call out your name, say here. Okay? Alye Collins" Daniel began listing off names and surprisingly there wasn't a single person unaccounted for.
Well that was until the last person was called up. "Zachary Blau" Daniel called but he didn't get any kind of response, he waited for a couple seconds before calling his name again. "Zachary Blau!" He hollered but he didn't get any response again.
The air stood still for a number of seconds, flashlights waved around at the walls and their surroundings but the only thing other than rubble they found was the conveyor belt that was half buried in rock. Different sections came off from the main shaft but with the main shaft being closed up on both sides.
"Missing… okay. Well don't panic anyone, he may still be alive, just separated" Daniel looked at a gas monitor down at his waist and nodded to himself.
Air wasn't an issue, they had ventilation shafts and their own oxygen just in case. They couldn't clear the way out from inside because they lacked the kind of monitoring equipment to study their surroundings.
All they could really do was wait and also barricade themselves off. They got together and used loose rubble and a part of the conveyor chassis that was broken off to make a medium sized room blocked off from the rest of the main shaft. Daniel kept his eyes on the gas monitor as they did their best to seal themselves off from everything else and wait for help to arrive.
Once people had begun settling down and everything was quiet but very warm. The amount of body heat inside this little structure was making everyone sweat. Time became very difficult to tell as it went on, it just went on and on without a way to tell time.
Deeper in the mine, at the very bottom of the slope where they had set off the explosives. There wasn't much left. The entire place was caved in. There were mixtures of rubble and volatile colors of red, yellow, and pale green dust crystals embedded in the stones. The only sign of life was the occasional groan of one or two people who were still alive against the odds.
There was a woman who was groaning softly, laying on the ground in a space no bigger than a small room. On the other side of that small room was a man on all fours with his leg stuck in the wall. He was breathing hard, he had been screaming his lungs out for a while but now but as time went on and both his lungs screamed for him to stop and his leg began to lose feeling.
Tears streamed down his face and stained his dusty face and he had a permanent look of strain on his face as he just laid there unable to do anything but suffer.
The unconscious woman in the room began to stir awake, luck was her only savior. "Ughh…" in her head she was wondering how she was alive. She sat up and then felt vertigo hit her like a truck, she reeled back and her eyesight spun as she fell back against the rock currently trapping her. She sat there breathing heavily while waiting for her eyes to adjust and stop spinning.
It took her a minute to finally notice just how small the space she had was, still the rocks seemed big enough for large cracks to be open, she must be under a structure of larger rocks to allow for this space. Her head throbbed and she winced as the dull pain was overwhelming, like the worst headache ever.
She went to touch her head and it felt warm and wet, disgusted she pulled her hand away to find the sickly substance. She couldn't see all that well but she assumed it was blood, her face felt very warm and she followed the trail.
Her head had made her face and hair a red mess. Dried blood caked the right side of her head as well as part of her bangs, making it stick to her head and face uncomfortably. The rest seemed to stain the right side of her face, going down her cheek and dripping down her chin.
She remembered the planned blast and then the sudden rumbling that followed and as she tried to run away from the crumbling cavern but then there was a pain in her head and then she didn't remember anything past that.
It had taken her this long for her to realize just how small the space she had was as well as that there was someone else here who had much worse luck than she did. They were face down on the floor and she noticed that one of their legs was stuck, it stopped just under their knee.
She realized her head didn't like any sudden movements, or it would throb harder and her nausea would get worse. "Hey… are you still alive there?" Her throat was dry and her voice cracked when she spoke.
The person's body shifted and then revealed his face under his hair to her, he just nodded to her before licking his dry cracked lips. "Yeah, I am." He just kind of looked up at her the best he could.
There was a silence for a while as he saw her blood stained face and the dried mop of blood that was her head. A rock must've hit her head that knocked her out, since she isn't dead she must be alright right? He noticed she couldn't really keep focus and she seemed like she was in another place all together. "Hey, are you okay?" It took her a while to even register that he had spoken to her.
She seemed to snap back but even then her gaze was strained. "Maybe. Not sure honestly. What was your name…" she didn't seem to remember but right as he was going to tell her she spoke up and said "Stanley right?"
He opted to just nod his head, speaking hurt his throat too but he still had another thing to say for her so he just dealt with it for a little longer. "Charlotte, you should rip off a sleeve or something and wrap it around your head. You need to stop that bleeding."
He sounded surprisingly calm whenever he spoke. He couldn't even tell why he was so calm, maybe it was because his leg no longer hurt, just a small dull pain. It was a little scary honestly, like he had already given up. He didn't want to die, but right now he understands that the possibility is there.
Charlotte struggled with the seam on her arm but with some more effort it came apart, she then ripped it down the middle the best she could and then folded it on itself so she could wrap it around her head nice and tight. It hurt but even with her cognitive functions a bit of a mess she knew to staunch the bleeding.
For now they were safe, but they wouldn't be able to last long stuck here. He hoped rescue came soon, they would look for survivors right? They wouldn't just leave them all and assume them dead right? Stanley found it funny really, and put an injection of actual fear and panic in him.
In the third section of the mine, Sammy had set up light fixtures using their helmet lights and had gathered, this area was relatively unaffected by the shaking, the entrance and the way to the deepest parts of the mine had been cut off but other than that and the lights going out, not much had changed. They were just waiting for someone to come through the rubble to get them out of here.
A couple people were worried about family and friends but others were handling it very well, just sitting down and waiting, fiddling with their hair, their own fingers, and anything to keep them occupied while they waited for rescue. There were almost one hundred people in the third closed off section in the mine, a total of ninety seven.
It had been that way for a while and the only person who seemed busy was the group of around five supervisors keeping an eye on their multi-gas monitors as well as looking around but it seemed that it was all fine, they had oxygen and other gasses did not pop up either so in their eyes it was safe, they just had to make sure everyone was okay and consoling people as to not attract grim.
The only thing was the heat, and the boredom of waiting for rescue as well as the fact that they had no signal to their scrolls. It was okay, all they needed was to wait, keep an eye on the gas monitors and not panic.
Or that would be if it wasn't already too late, the spike of negative emotions felt before they were snuffed out attracted curious grimm though the vibration of the explosion as well as the mass amount of fear and dread from those who had gotten caught up in the explosions after effects.
Curious creeps were already digging through the earth with their stone crushing jaws and powerful hind legs. It wasn't until there was the sound of sliding rock, the sound of shuffling and then the bone chilling howl of a grimm when it sees its singular prey in this world.
Sammy just stood still, nothing would save them now. They were in a confined space with no way out, they were fish in a barrel filled with piranhas.
Not many shared Sammy's inescapable dread, most if not nearly all began yelling, screaming, filling the very walls with their fear, dread, and blood. The only solace in the situation would be that their deaths would be quick.
When death came to greet Sammy, he simply turned and stared it in the face. He leaned back from fear but his feet were also frozen from it. The brutal jaws of the creep opened wide, large enough to nearly take his entire form. He was prepared to be swallowed whole only for those jaws to close around his torso, his face engulfed in its mouth as it thrashed with its jaws clamping down like a wild alligator.
The muffled, blood-curdling screams of Sammy's terror joined the many in the air. The creep was biting down so hard it crushed his ribs, punctured his lungs and tore apart much of the poor man's insides before tossing him aside like trash.
Its mouth and jaws dripped with blood, scraps of clothing and it let out another blood curdling roar before running off to tear apart more prey. All they had was mining equipment. Occasionally there was a pickaxe in the snout or one of four eyes that the grimm but their wielders lay on the ground, motionless as blood fills their lungs and they drown on it if they haven't already passed out.
Severed arms and legs were occasionally strewn about as revenge for a kick or a punch thrown. Blood stained the stones, pooling, running like water, splashing and splattering the walls and even the ceiling as each and every human was torn apart. Grimm did not leave a single one alive.
Unknown to the grimm, there were a couple people that had stayed alive through the most desperate means. The confined tomb was absolutely filled with fear, dread, sadness, and hopelessness and it muddled their senses. It was so fresh and dripping with emotion that the grimm couldn't sense the few living humans that lay motionless amongst the bodies of the dead.
Seeing nothing left here some grimm went on towards the surface where they felt vibrations. On their path they began digging through the rubble between the closed off sections of the mine clawing up to the upper layers.
Blaise had been knocked over when a body of a woman was thrown into him.. the younger man fell and hit his head on the rock floor. His head throbbed in pain and his ears rang.. he was laid front first with the woman's mouth pressed against his ear. He could hear her labored breathing as he gazed out to his right, seeing the blurred images of his coworkers and friends being torn apart by grimm.
The sound of the woman's labored breaths was louder than anything to him. He didn't dare get up, he didn't even turn to try and help the woman on his back. In his eyes she was already dead but he just kept hearing her breathing in his ear as he tried to stay as still as possible, as calm as possible just so that he might have the slightest possibility of surviving.
He watched grimm roam and mull around mindlessly, more seemed to come, more seemed to flick their heads towards the surface and then begin running towards the wall to begin digging. Then he heard the crash of rock and a low grumble coming from the throat of a much larger grimm.
It was an alpha creep, an older, larger, and more powerful evolution of the creep. Its bone spikes and armor were tougher too. Who was he kidding? All that Blaise was doing was prolonging the inevitable. He still didn't dare move, who would willingly walk to their death?
In the upper section of the mine, where the people were huddled up together. They thought they had heard something a couple times but it could have just as likely been auditory hallucinations. The heat was enough for everyone to be sweating through their clothing.
Stanley was still keeping an eye on his gas monitor just in case. The boredom was stretching time out, but with no real way to tell the time, who knows if it had been longer or shorter than he thought. Some people had managed to sleep while others were wired awake.
The darkness matched with the bleak environment had people yawning even if they weren't tired. Stanley understood the situation was definitely mentally exhausting, he sniffled and wiped his nose before hearing the sound of rubble shifting and then falling to the ground.
A mixture of fear as well as relief filled his mind. He hoped it was a rescue team. He hoped it wasn't grimm. He really wanted to go home.
Thank you reading this, I hope you enjoyed it. I put a lot of effort into this so I hope it paid off. The next chapter is already being written at a fast pace as I'm be in my comfort zone when it comes to writing. Also, i'll be rewatching rwby to refresh my memory as well as get another feel for character personalities. should I also watch Ice queendom? I hear that it's pretty good. If anyone also has any fanfic recommendations I should read comment them and i'll take a look. I hope you all have a good day.