(Cancelled) The Nightmares of Yesterday

The Nightmares of Yesterday

ATBrony751

Chapter 4: Distress

Alright, so this chapter is entirely a story telling one. Dont worry, we will get back to ponyville next one and its gonna take place there from then on out

That old instinctual feeling set in,

Fight or Flight....Yeah, lets go with flight, most definitely fight...

I pivoted and took off down the hallway, sprinting with what looked like Lucifer himself in hot pursuit. I was trying everything in the book, knocking shit over to try to obstruct his path, but it was to no avail.

Shit shit shit shit sh-STASIS!

That was it! My stasis module! I gave myself a mental kick for being such an idiot, but the time for mental punishment was not now. I figured I had a good, 15-20 feet between me and him. I did a complete 180, aimed for the the mass of him and shot a dose of time altering electricity. Just like that, it looked like Bay Watch: Hell on Earth. I aimed for his chest and emptied another magazine directly at his ribcage. Nothing.

What? Holy shit this guy is a fucking tank.

That problem now was that he was starting to speed up, and I had no choice but to shoot him another dose of stasis. I had run out, and had no refills. This was it, if I couldn't kill this thing right here, right now, I would be dead. I shot him everywhere, head, legs, arms, nothing. He was Unstoppable... My mind started to think mile-a-minute, life flashing before my eye's, my family, my beautiful girl. I would not be able to see them again. This was it.

Out of pure frustration, I shot everything I had in the at the beast. At one point it seemed to of coward, its yellow looking shoulder joints were bloodied with a few holes in them. That was it. Cut off the limbs. There is seriously something wrong with me. I think I'm developing a mental deficiency. While it was recovering, I reloaded. I immediately fired about 16 shots into the injured shoulder, and just like that, it fell off.

heh...heheheh..hahAHAHAHAHAH! Something about kill or be killed brought out the maniacal Auschwitz experimental doctor in me.

Like always, my celebration was cut short by the flaming motivation that burned within these creatures. With only one arm, he started to pull himself across the floor, in a similar motion to some old guys dog in a show my dad used to watch, Family Man? Anyway, even with its admirable motivation to tear me in 2, I had to do what I had to do to survive. A shame, these were such interesting creatures. ( There's the doctor Kügelschriber again....) I realized that this was my last magazine, and I only had 14 rounds left. I frantically looked around the room for something sufficient. My eye's soon landed on what appeared to be some kinda of red tank.

Maybe I could use that to blow the fucker up with...alright

I ran over to the peculiar red tank, but upon further inspection, I found out that it wasn't just a tank at all. It was a Flamethrower...How fucking awesome is that. I picked it, up flipped on the pilot flame, and showered the beast with jellied gasoline, like some kind of fucked up matador. It shrieked and squealed, but I didnt stop, and I wasn't going to stop until this fucker was Six Feet Under... Eventually, I ran out of fuel, and basked in the putrid smell, but warm flame of mutant BBQ. That was done, I had to keep moving.

I carried on my trek for about another 25 minutes, but for some reason, there were no monsters, except a little mono-winged looking thing. Kinda looked like when the cheese falls of your slice a pizza, it looks like a skin flap? Anyway, I was starting to get suspicious. But first things first, I had to find another weapon. These monsters would easily take 14 rounds, and ask for seconds. I stumbled upon some kind of mining-armory, so to speak and let me tell ya', I was a kid in a god damn candy shop.
Saws,Blades,Plasma Cutters, Force guns, Javelins, It was amazing. But after about an 5 minutes or so, I came to the conclusion of just picking 3 more weapons, the maximum my RIG can hold. I had my trusty pulse rifle, a Disc Ripper, a Javelin and an Ore Cutter Line gun. This was going to be the most fun that I had all day.

After more walking from the rough directions of maps that said things like "To see the light, you must experience the dark" written in blood, Nothing new to me apparently, I reached the maintenance hatch. It wasn't really a hatch, as much as a small door that required authorization. Fuck. Now I need to find the security checkpoint so that I can unlock the door..
I turned around and started to walk back the way I came, when I heard something rustling in the wall.

Sigh...Here they come...I said in a disappointed, monotone voice.

I took a readied stance, and awaited what ever was here to ruin my day. BANG. The sound of a vent being sheared from its bolts made me cringe. I turned around to see a bigger, more muscular version of the normal crew. Not a very big deal. I took out my Line Gun, and shot a horizontal beam of concentrated energy at the leg of the beast. Like normal, it fell off just like the rest of its limbs. I started back on my merry old way to the security station when a very peculiar sound caught my attention. Imagine the sound of tearing a slab of meat off of a dead cow, a wet, bubbly, slurpy sound. I thought it was kinda funny, until I found the source of it. I turned my attention back to that mutant I just killed and saw it like nothing happened.

Did...Did it just, REGROW itself?.......Ohh Fuck me...

At the sudden realization at the magnitude of the situation, I figured that if this thing was going to be following me for the rest of my journey, I was gonna need something BIG to kill it. I took out my Disc Ripper, and through a telekinetic saw at its legs, cutting through them like butter, and same with the arms. I had no other choice but to just run away, in the hopes that I would shake him.

There was no more walking, nope, that was the past. Now it was all high alert running, I really didn't feel like having another confrontation with Mr.Hormonal Issues. I had to get to the security station on the level so that I could remotely unlock the door.

"Issac, Its Blackburne again. The maintenance hatch is locked and I can't get through. I heading to the security station right now so that I can unlock it. But what do I do once I get there?"

"Shit, alright....You get there first, then I will tell you what to do. It's not gonna be easy, but your going to need to hack into the circuit board and rewire it so that it will unlock it. But there is no way of me telling how to rewire it. I would need to be there. Just...Just, never mind. Once I set the beacon up here, I'm gonna exit the ship using the escape pod bay. I'm only gonna have enough oxygen for about half the trip, so what I need you to do is go to the cargo bay and make sure the airlock is unlocked for me to get in and for you to get out. I'm gonna get the the communications bay to send out the beacon, when you get out there and clear the obstruction."

"Alright, I will be there good luck..."

The hike back to the tram was what I think , the scariest part of my journey. It was one thing to have slashers come after you, they were just pawns after all, but to have something that you can't kill, constantly stalking you? Now that's some grade a creepy shit. But I finally reached the car, I'm surprised its still actually here. I boarded, and set out for the cargo bay. I just hope that Isaac makes it.When I finally arrived, I found that it was the least damaged out of all of them. But that doesn't mean I liked it any better. It was all long cat walks and open spaces, perfect environment for a surprise attack. I pushed through all of my fears and carried on, I had a mission and there was no room for error. If I died, he died, and if he died, then I would end up dying. That was all the motivation I needed get me through this nightmare.

I walked along the cat walks as fast as I could, I needed to get that door open fast. As I made my way to the cargo hold's airlock, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Out of reflex, I readied my Ripper and braced myself for what ever was going to happen. Something flew above my head.

What the hell? Is that thing...Flying?

And right I was, there it was, a flying necro, and its standing right in front of me. It pounced at me and blistering speeds, but I managed to dodge it in time. It came around for another strike, but I clothes lined it with my weapon. It got thrown off balance in the air and landed on its back. I went to grab its tail, but like a whip it smacked me across arm. It wasn't until then that I noticed its tail had a blade on the end of it. Yeah, it hurt...A lot. I recovered from my attack, but there was a laceration spanning from my bicep, down to my elbow. By this time, there was already blood pouring down my arm. As it came around for another attack, launched a ripper blade directly in its path, cutting its arm off. The flailing mess on the floor in front of me was, like always, still attempting to tear me up. I holstered my ripper, walked over to it, and stomped on his head, sending bits on mutant brain matter all over the walk way and repainting my RIG. That was it for handicap.The next problem I had was to treat this wound immediately, who knows, it might be a virus infecting everyone, but for right now I needed immediate care.

I found a seat not to far away from my skirmish on the cat walk, and sat down. I opened up my RIG's inventory, and took out my Advanced Medical Kit. There we're some perks to being a combat medic. I zipped open the top of the case and took out a roll of gauze and some hydrogen peroxide. I needed to disinfect this wound immediately. I opened up the bottle of hydrogen peroxide, and against my medical judgement poured it directly into the wound. That was the worst pain I felt all day, and I even risked damaging the wound further with such a corrosive liquid. I wrapped it up with gauze, and went on my merry way.

I reached the Airlock of cargo bay, and opened it up. There, standing, waiting for me, was Isaac. I haven't been so happy this entire time. I ran up to him and gave him the manliest hug I could muster. It was so relieving to hear that I now had a partner, who also happened to be my best friend.

"You have no fucking idea how happy I am to see you right now, man...This place is a fucking nightmare" I said with a smile plastered across my face.

"So am I, but we need to keep moving. We don't have much time to sit and chat, there is something really big fo-"

"ISAAC GET DOWN!"
Right behind him, swinging, was the scariest thing I have ever seen in my entire life

I yanked Isaac towards me in a death grip to get him away from the swinging tormenter. It was to no avail. Before I could do anything, the massive necromorph tore a gash through Isaac's thigh, he was bleeding profusely. He sat up and fired 10 shots from his plasma cutter into the demon's face. It distracted him for a moment but did no actually damage. I grabbed Isaac and pulled him by his RIG about 15 feet back, him shooting the whole time in a futile attempt to kill the menacing leviathan. I dropped him at a safe distance, and pulled out my javelin and fired a bolt, that connected with the demons eye. That hit em' where it hurt as I used the electricity feature to vaporize his eye as he flailed violently. He fell back out the airlock and into space...for now...

I had to give Isaac medical attention. He was bleeding profusely from his left thigh and going into hypovolemic shock, I collapsed his helmet and cut his pant leg open with my knife. My worst fears were correct, he had a severed femoral artery. I worked as fast as possible, tearing open my med kit and taking out various tools to save the life of my best friend. I pulled out a sterile hemostat and attempted to clamp his artery, I couldent find it in a sea of blood. He was falling deeper and deeper into hypovolemic shock, I had to do CPR. I finally clamped the artery and moved on to compressions. He was stage 4 hypovolemic, I needed to get oxygen to his brain. I administered an IV and hung it on the backrest of a chair. I needed to get his feet up to promote blood to drain to his internal organs. There was nothing more I could do, he needed plasma and that was 1,000 of miles away.

"C'MON ISAAC! STAY WITH ME BUDDY, C'MON! I NEED YOU TO LOOK AT ME BUDDY!"

Not to shortly after, he went into cardiac arrest. I pulled out my AED, tore off his RIG, and tried to get his heart going again. That's the funny thing with Hypovolemic shock, the heart stops because there is no blood to pump. I shocked and shocked, worked compressions. Nothing.

"Isaac. Isaac! ISAAC! WAKE THE FUCK UP! YOU NEED TO WAKE UP! YOU CANT LEAVE ME! NOT NOW PLEASE! PLEASE! WAKE UP!" I was openly sobbing at this point, a torrent of tears streaming down my face.

Nothing. He was gone. I lost him.

I punched the wall with all of my fury, breaking a clean hole through it. I wasn't going to sleep until all these motherfuckers died. But first, I had to finish what Issac started.