I’m facing down six gunmen and a sucker punching bitch.
Suckerpunch grabs me by the throat and lifts me in the air. “I haven’t killed a priest yet.” He lets out a laugh that smells oddly like sour milk.
“Not going to start today, asshole.” I reach down towards my boot, pull my knife to my hand, and thrust it into his chest. He lets me go as another layer of blood sprays onto my once pristine suit. I’m going to have to actually fix the hot water heater one of these days. The other guys pull the trigger and start to fire at me again. I reach my hand out and stop the bullets a second time. I then push my fingers back, sending the bullets back at the shooters.
I walk down to the stage as blood drips from the large projector screen. The moans of the injured men gets louder as I get closer. I pull the guns to me one at a time and unload the rounds onto the floor.
“Don’t kill us man, we were just taking orders.”
“Taking orders?” I kneel down next to the speaker. “Too bad that I’m a man of my word.” I shove the blade of my knife right under his ribcage and into his heart before making my way through the rest of the men. I really don’t like leaving them without covering them with holy water, but I left it in the car. I’ll just have to settle for knowing that they aren’t demons.
I walk up to the door on the right side of the stage and open it up. The door opens into a large circular foyer with a large staircase that spirals around the outside of it. Straight ahead, I notice the runner on the phone outside a large glass window. He looks back in my direction, slams the phone in his pocket, and takes off running into the woods behind the house. I set off at a sprint out of the glass doors towards the woods. Playing hide and seek in the mansion was bad enough, but playing it in the woods is a game I know I am going to lose. A quarter mile head start in terrain that I have never seen is all he would need to keep ahead of me. Times like this make me wish I had stuck with running after the Rising.
I make my way through the woods, trying my best to listen ahead to see if he switched directions. This is hard to do when I’m constantly breaking branches under my own feet. I run around an old tree that is leaning against another and see the runner. I give my run everything I have, but end up eating a face full of mud. I push myself up and look forward, not seeing a thing. Something tells me that I’m not going to catch this guy, so I dust myself off and turn to head back to the house. If nothing else I can reclaim the supplies and get them back to the center.
Within moments I hear a loud scream that cuts off as fast as it starts. I turn towards the noise and take off at a jog towards it.
I come to a clearing next to a small creek when I notice the body on the other bank facing up towards the sky. I can’t see if he is breathing, but he definitely isn’t moving. I jump across the creek and notice another man walking away. He is probably my height, but wearing a brown hoodie that is covering his head. He turns around and looks at me before walking into the tree line.
I kneel down next to the runner and the first ting I notice is his eyes, or lack of them. Where his eyes should have been was a pool of reddish white liquid instead. I’ve seen some nasty shit in my time, but this definitely ranks near the top of that list.
Checking for a pulse, I come up empty. Whatever that guy did to runner definitely did the trick, but what exactly did he do to him? I look around for signs of a struggle, or at least for traces of blood. finding nothing. Then I roll the body over to check his back, and see it is clean too. Whatever that guy did to him was nice and clean. I need to introduce Eunie to him,and have Hoodie show him how to kill people without massive amounts of blood and gore.
Not wanting this guy to come back to life and attack me from behind, I pull out my knife and stab him in the chest, and get back
Suckerpunch grabs me by the throat and lifts me in the air. “I haven’t killed a priest yet.” He lets out a laugh that smells oddly like sour milk.
“Not going to start today, asshole.” I reach down towards my boot, pull my knife to my hand, and thrust it into his chest. He lets me go as another layer of blood sprays onto my once pristine suit. I’m going to have to actually fix the hot water heater one of these days. The other guys pull the trigger and start to fire at me again. I reach my hand out and stop the bullets a second time. I then push my fingers back, sending the bullets back at the shooters.
I walk down to the stage as blood drips from the large projector screen. The moans of the injured men gets louder as I get closer. I pull the guns to me one at a time and unload the rounds onto the floor.
“Don’t kill us man, we were just taking orders.”
“Taking orders?” I kneel down next to the speaker. “Too bad that I’m a man of my word.” I shove the blade of my knife right under his ribcage and into his heart before making my way through the rest of the men. I really don’t like leaving them without covering them with holy water, but I left it in the car. I’ll just have to settle for knowing that they aren’t demons.
I walk up to the door on the right side of the stage and open it up. The door opens into a large circular foyer with a large staircase that spirals around the outside of it. Straight ahead, I notice the runner on the phone outside a large glass window. He looks back in my direction, slams the phone in his pocket, and takes off running into the woods behind the house. I set off at a sprint out of the glass doors towards the woods. Playing hide and seek in the mansion was bad enough, but playing it in the woods is a game I know I am going to lose. A quarter mile head start in terrain that I have never seen is all he would need to keep ahead of me. Times like this make me wish I had stuck with running after the Rising.
I make my way through the woods, trying my best to listen ahead to see if he switched directions. This is hard to do when I’m constantly breaking branches under my own feet. I run around an old tree that is leaning against another and see the runner. I give my run everything I have, but end up eating a face full of mud. I push myself up and look forward, not seeing a thing. Something tells me that I’m not going to catch this guy, so I dust myself off and turn to head back to the house. If nothing else I can reclaim the supplies and get them back to the center.
Within moments I hear a loud scream that cuts off as fast as it starts. I turn towards the noise and take off at a jog towards it.
I come to a clearing next to a small creek when I notice the body on the other bank facing up towards the sky. I can’t see if he is breathing, but he definitely isn’t moving. I jump across the creek and notice another man walking away. He is probably my height, but wearing a brown hoodie that is covering his head. He turns around and looks at me before walking into the tree line.
I kneel down next to the runner and the first ting I notice is his eyes, or lack of them. Where his eyes should have been was a pool of reddish white liquid instead. I’ve seen some nasty shit in my time, but this definitely ranks near the top of that list.
Checking for a pulse, I come up empty. Whatever that guy did to runner definitely did the trick, but what exactly did he do to him? I look around for signs of a struggle, or at least for traces of blood. finding nothing. Then I roll the body over to check his back, and see it is clean too. Whatever that guy did to him was nice and clean. I need to introduce Eunie to him,and have Hoodie show him how to kill people without massive amounts of blood and gore.
Not wanting this guy to come back to life and attack me from behind, I pull out my knife and stab him in the chest, and get back
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