Chapter Eight
Two hours have passed and my eyes were finally able to open up. The light above me burned my eyes, causing them to close once more as I sat up. My body ached, but the headache was gone. Taking out my .45 colt rifle, I stood up and made my way out into the center of the Sprawl. Everything looked like it went to hell around me: bodies were hanging in every spot; heads were nailed down into spikes, the bodies of necromorphs nailed against the wall. It looked like a war happened while I was passed out, but that wasn't possible. Nothing in the world could do such damage, not even Alma. Arriving in the center of the Sprawl, I found a trail of fresh, dead necromorphs and followed them. Half an hour later, I bumped into Sweetwater, who turned around and smiled.
"Josh, it's great to see you again!" Sweetwater said with such an expression that made me smile. I knew someone would miss me, but who would have guessed that Sweetwater would have been the one that would have missed me. A smile played on my face as I walked with him, telling him what I found after I woke up.
"I found the exact same thing in other parts of the ship. Something huge had to do this, but whatever it is, I have no clue. I mean, Alma doesn't have the power to do this, although she can destroy the Earth, but it was like the necromorphs were told to commit suicide. I bet it was the queen necromorph that Issacce told Sarge." Sweetwater finished, arriving at a huge room. We walked inside of the room and sat down, relaxing while my fingers drummed against my knees, thinking of what to do with just me and Sweetwater.
"Where are Sarge, Haggard, and Issacce anyways?" I ask, looking up at Sweetwater as I lay down on the couch, my hands moving behind my head to give me comfort.
"Honestly, I have no clue. One minute, I was following them, the next minute I was in the center of the Sprawl, staring at the mayhem that was a necromorph suicide." Sweetwater replied, looking at me, wondering where the others were as well. At least Sweetwater and I got something in common; we enjoyed games and the members of our squad. Sitting up, I looked out of the window of the room, staring at the dead necromorph bodies.
"I wonder…" I say to myself, standing up as my hands grabbed the butt of my .45 colt rifle, bringing it to my shoulder as I left the room. Sweetwater, of course, followed me, doing the same thing I did. We made our way towards the center of the Sprawl once more since I wanted a closer look at what happened and how it could have happened.
Halfway towards the center of the Sprawl, something blocked the entrance to the center of the spaceship, looking at us with hungry eyes. It let out a deep growl, causing me and Sweetwater to jump for cover. Clearly, whatever was blocking our way, didn't want us to get through. The creature was fifty feet tall, its body slimy, its eyes like that of a slug, but it moved quick with speed. Right when Sweetwater and I jumped out of the way, its head quickly shot towards us. We had to dodge again, this time quicker than before as we rolled along the ground. Standing back up, Sweetwater shot at the creature, managing to nick the creature's eye as he smiled.
As for me, I was reloading my rifle with plasma rounds, getting ready to knock off both of the creature's eyes. Clearly, that was the creature's only weakness since everywhere else we shot, the bullets just bounced right off. After loading my rifle, I knelt down and took out both eyes with one shot because of where the creature was positioned. A bullet proof glass window was angled just right for my plasma round to bounce off and hit both eyes with one bullet. The creature screamed in pain and slithered off, leaving a trail of slimy blood behind it. Sweetwater walked towards me and gave me a high five, glad with what I've done as I smiled.
"Well, with the creature out of our way, how about we keep going?" Sweetwater asked, entering the center of the Sprawl with me behind him. What we saw next, we weren't expecting at all.