Uzi looked at the chalk drawing of a shotgun on the wall. She'd never seen something like this before. "Any idea what it is?"
N shrugged and kept walking down the trench noticing the corpses and large amounts of a glowing blue rock. Though he did find another door and was debating on seeing where it led. Though it could be a bad idea, bad ideas were strung in the very mud they were walking through. What was concerning were the cries of surprise and shock coming from behind him.
They were quickly quelled by Uzi scratching her head but holding a Remington 870 in her hands. She'd never paid a cent nor did anything to earn it. But a voice in her head told her something. Hello? Can you hear me? I'm trapped and I want to go home. The voice reverberates through her mind almost like it was echoing through a void. Uzi dropped the shotgun and backed away from it. "What? Who-... Who are you!?" She shouted to no one. My name is Samantha. And I'm stuck in a place called Agartha.
Uzi went back and picked up the now muddied shotgun. She knew more than she was letting on but she trusted her. She must have been a drone like them. Trapped in some other reality. "Did anyone else hear a little girl's voice?" N asked, they all nodded and walked towards the end of this section of the trench.
V began to walk extremely cautiously though the things that had tried to attack them in the bunker began to claw themselves from the mud and fall from the top of the trenches. They didn't exactly spill out like they did before but they were constantly trying to tear them to pieces. But V knew to make sure that didn't happen. "Hey Uzi, why did you ask who that was?" V's question caught her off guard. Why wouldn't she? It's the sane thing to do of course but she noted that the generator was taking its sweet time to work.
"Wouldn't you do the same thing? I mean we have plenty of time to talk." She didn't mind the kick of the shotgun but it didn't feel good, but V seemed to be a ballerina with her two blades.
"Yeah, but that's no reason to." V sighs as something catches her eye. It's a vinyl disk, but why is it in this odd bunker filled with more of that glowing blue rock? Question upon question racks her mind as she walks in and picks it up. The place looks like it's seen better days. The cleaning was caved in a couple places, and the seepiping was destroyed. But a strange box stood on some sort of platform. She put a hand on it and the shattered lid lifted in pieces and weapons upshifted through it. An HK-MP5 appeared before her. She was about to laugh but she then thought about it. Why would this thing give her an MP5 when she had something akin to it. She took it and aimed down the weapon sights.
N was smashing skulls together in a sort of massive dig site far away from the other two. It was a massive structure that made even those who had a basic understanding on how the world worked scratch their heads. Five massive hook-like pillars encircled a burial chamber of sorts. N had been walking through doors and doing things on his own. But something felt off. Like he had missed something. Or something hid in the mounds he'd been seeing. He began to clear the dirt and bones until a piece of something stuck out. It was a coppery color and looked to be a piece of something. The rain had been swapped for Snow that seemed to feel colder than anything on Copper 9. Which didn't make any sense since they were used to that cold but this felt wrong.
The weather seemed to want them dead. But why? Was it due to their unnatural nature? Their misplacement in time? Or was there something darker, a being that used them all as tools rather than anything else. Who could this be? This Shadow Man. He noticed a chalk outline for an MP40 and that confused him. "Why is that here? Oh yeah! Uzi pulled a Remington 870 out of something just like this!" He walked over to it and put a hand on it and the sub machine gun somehow got into his hands along with multiple magazines and the knowledge on how to operate the weapon. "Heh, this is completely normal."
V looked down the boarded up corridors and felt a bit of remorse. "They didn't know what they were digging up did they?" Uzi looked at V with shock. She hadn't thought she had room for compassion. But then again weapons were manifesting from chalk drawings, and the dead were rising. So what could she say?
"They're human. They deserve every second of this." The remorselessness didn't surprise V, but it did piss her off a bit. These were people with families and who may have been indoctrinated into Wilhelms little idea of Germany.
"So what!? They still didn't deserve this! I may be a heartless bastard. But you're a soulless cut throat. And that's all you'll ever be." V walked away as Uzi tried to call her out. She knew she was just as terrible as her. But in the end, she at least felt a little remorse for the people she killed. Even if they were fly magnets. Why shouldn't she tear Uzi in half right now? N would probably hate her. Was it worth that price? Not having the one person who likes you turn their back on you? She just stood there as the snow fell. Making what would normally be a calm thing seem like a foreboding omen.
Was I too hard on V? I mean she seemed like she cared for these assholes. But then again, I can only imagine the lies spewed by the company. Uzi reflected on the lies these people said and the lies the company had been saying before Copper 9 died. Was it truly worth it to be an asshole to V? No. I should apologize to her. She deserves that. I mean it's not like J was brought with us and I haven't seen another living person. As her mind wandered the dead began another assault. This time she wasn't so lucky they encircled her and began to tear her apart. A man phased in and out of her vision stuck in the same situation. He reached a hand out to at least comfort her but everything went dark before she could grab it.