(Cancelled) The Nightmares of Yesterday

The Nightmares of Yesterday

ATBrony751

Chapter 3

There was an argument ravaging my conscious.

Its Anderson! Your squad leader! Your friend

No, not anymore he isn't, and if I just stand here, then I'm gonna be in his damn position

I heard more coming, I had to act fast...I raised my rifle eye level, and squeezed the trigger.

*Click*.....Fuck

I had completely forgotten about the first encounter, where I emptied a full 25 round magazine into the wall. But that was then, this is now. I unsheathed my trusty blade, a Cold Steel leatherneck SF III (It's already a good blade, what improvement was needed?) and donned a fighting stance, a reverse grip to hold my knife. He was way ahead of me. Before I could even act he was on top of me, trying to sink his new razor sharp appendages into my soft flesh. I resisted an shoved him off of me. I came around with my reverse grip and sunk my knife into his neck with a backhand motion. That didn't stop him from coming back and driving his blade into blade into by scapula. If it wasn't for the heavy back plating on my RIG, I wouldn't be here right now. While I recovered by balance, he came in for another strike. I grabbed his wrist and bicep, with a blood curdling scream, I tore his still-developing arm off. That was just a slight setback for him, he still had another arm and with no apparent pain, he tried the same move with the other arm. I strafed and dodged the deathblow. With his dismembered arm still in hand, I stabbed him under the arm. With the length of the blade on his wrist, it easily tore through it ribcage, destroyed his mutant heart and severed his left lung and trachea. He finally slowed down and dropped like a fly as I retrieved my blade from his neck.

"Well that wasn't *pant*...So hard..."

Who was I kidding? If that happens again, I'm sure to be fucked.

I continued down a corridor for another good 10 minutes into a room with a work bench, when I received radio chatter, but it was patchy.

"Isaac....tram ca............online......crawling....ther-"

I was relieved to hear that Isaac was OK, that brightened my mood, even in a situation like this one. I tried to call for him over the radio

"Isaac, its Blackburne. Where the hell are you and what is going on here?! I already killed one of those things, but if I run into another one I'm fucked! They just don't die!"

Silence.

"Isaac? Isaac! ISAAAC!?"

"...burn-....off limbs!....repea-...cut...limbs!" Isaac managed to stammer through a patchy radio signal.

What? Off limbs? Cut?...oh...OH! CUT OFF THEIR LIMBS! OF COURSE!

My celebration was cut short by a piercing screech. I turned around to see, of course, another one of the monsters.

Cut off the limbs, Cut off the limbs

I raised my newly refreshed pulse rifle, and fired 6 shots into the thigh of it. Sure enough, it fell off.

"Ha! it works!" I remarked out loud, but it wasn't yet time for a celebration.

I fired 6 more shots into into the other thigh, and again, just like that it popped off. I then gave it the same treatment to the arms, and then all I had was a messy, snarling potato.

Well, someones got to carry on the message.

I picked up one of the arms of the now dead monster, and scribed into the wall above a work bench with its blood.

Cut off their limbs Is what I wrote

"Heh, they're probably gonna think it was you, but its okay. I forgive you" I said jokingly to a dead body leaning up against the work bench.

I eventually got to a tram car, and took it down to the bridge.

Man, walking through that place was creepy as hell. The blood everywhere, some blind lady petting a dead body, the carcases. After long, long hours of fighting mutant mining crew, even one time picking up some remote control, heavy duty saw and cutting those fuckers heads off after running out of ammo for my rifle, I reached the observation deck. There aren't really many things that you can do to disturb the beauty of outer space. And man was it gorgeous. All the stars, the planets, my thought process was cut short from the sound of something big...Very, very big. As in the words of my ancestors, Nope , I left to the active escape pods. I entered the pod bay, to realize something that would form the biggest decision of my life. There was one pod left, and 1 more person aboard this ship that I held dear. With a stroke of unbelievable bravery and insanity, I ejected the escape pod with no passengers aboard, and walked out of the bay without another word.

I walked down the corridor back to the tram car, fighting off the occasional monster, nothing really out of the ordinary. I was headed to the Comms. station to send out a distress call, and hopefully get rescued. The journey took me back to the tram car, where I dialed in the destination and that's where it took me. Hopefully I wouldn't be too difficult of a task. But now, I had to try to communicate with the hopefully still alive and kickin' it, Isaac Clarke.

"Isaac, this is Blackburne again. I just came from the observation deck, there is something big there. Too big. There is nothing useful there, the door to the bridge is locked and all the pods have been launched."

"Blackburne, It's Isaac, that's actually where I'm heading right now. We need to make contact with another ship via distress signal."

"I just said, the bridge is LOCKED. You can't get in!"

"Trent, I'm an engineer. That's why I'm here, to unlock doors." The last part being obviously sarcastic

"Oh yeah, alright. I'm heading to the Comms. station to do the same."

"Comms. Station is blocked, we can't get a signal out. There is something on the outside of the Ishimura that is restricting all communications in and out. That was gonna be my last resort option, if we couldent access the bridge, to go out and clear the obstruction. But if you do that while I'm working in the bridge, then we can double our chances of getting the fuck out of dodge."

"Solid copy Clarke, I will get right on that."

"Alright, Good luck and God speed"

"Right back atcha'..."

The Comms. station looked like the 7th level of hell itself, and I thought the bridge was bad. Imagine someone blowing up a morgue/blood bank compound, twice.

Alright, I just need to find the maintenance exit so I can get to th-

I either just heard that sound of an elephant stomping and tearing up a lion, or......that

Man was that not a welcoming site....