The Horrors Of The Bunker

Mysteries EP. 2

As he walked towards the camp, his cigar left a Unique fragrance in the air. A large reptilian creature slowly surfaced from the water and followed behind him closely, eagerly licking her scaly lips just for the opportunity to pounce while following the smoke of his lit cigar.

He turned to look over his shoulder to see his scaly companion crawling on her belly; her tribal-like armor had wet skulls of fallen beasts from her previous battles decorating her armor, and making up her cheat plate was recycled titanium from forger dissemination military vehicles and machines scavenge for her by her tribe.

She Tried her best to sneak up on him, but before she could, he turned around to look her dead in the eyes; if she had the facial muscles to smirk, she would have done it then.

She slowly stood up her large bulky frame and humble 6 ft tall height easily towering over him, not to mention her humanoid crocodile-like body and her well-known large Fang pointing out her bottom lip any other man would have buckled in her presence.

But not him; he fought alongside her, they somehow became friends, and then They became partners. She claimed she enjoyed his company, but he could never really tell. After all, he couldn't read her face suspensions.

In truth, she was not lying. Her kind often gets attached to soft scales very easily due to soft scales having the propensity to get into a lot of trouble, and where there's trouble, there's food, and where's their food, there's a good fight to be had.

She slowly approached him, unwrapping something as big as him in a thick dirty cloth and muddy swamp water, revealing a sword-like weapon mixed with a chainsaw. The weapon was called The Auto Heavy-duty Trench Sword or just The Auto Trench Sword for smaller ones, a rare piece of lost technology from during the Great Wars.

Thick titanium covers the body of the Auto Trench Heavy-duty Sword and a military grid engine powerful enough to run a full-size truck is embedded inside the center with rusted exhaust pipes sticking out the weapon sides, the teeth of the weapon resemble steel alligator fangs, 3 rolls of steel fangs went up and down the weapon sides, mud and dried blood covering the steel fangs.

She must have found the weapon at the bottom of the swamp while looking for something to eat, but still, how did such a powerful weapon with so much value end up at the bottom of the swamp? Deep down, he knew his answer: The Bleeding Shallows were always at war with something or someone.

Hundreds or maybe thousands of dead victimize civilians, bloodthirsty Bandits, battle-hardened soldiers, or maybe the odd greedy treasure hunter looking for fortune and fame but only finds tragedy and horrific death, but the house always wins in the end, or rather, The Bleeding Shallows always win.

He slowly raised his hand and placed it on her head, petting her and thanking her but declining the weapon, saying she should have it. After all, she's the stronger one. Her cold reptile eyes stare back at him, and her unmoving face sends waves of the unknown down his spine, but needless to say, she thanks him for the compliment and appreciates him for letting her keep the weapon.

He had no idea what she meant by that there was no way in hell even with his cybernetics he could wield such a massive weapon, Crocs are very hard to read due to their reptilian bodies and limited emotions, but the same goes for humans Crocs can't fully understand human emotions or the concept of boundaries.

Oftentimes, he'd wake up, and she would be in his bed trying to keep warm with her cold reptilian eyes staring back at him or trying to mimic human interactions like that time she tried to hug him and almost broke 3 of his reinforced ribs.

He took a minute to pause and think about how many other mercenaries they recognized at the camp. After all, it was a really big bounty just lying in that bunker, not to mention The Caretaker themselves personally put up the bounty of one million dollars to the Mercenaries group to clear it.

Let's not forget the loss and forgotten technology left behind from The Great Wars and the many artifacts, too. Even if they don't clear The Bunker, they still can make a small fortune selling off the artifacts and technology left behind from The Great Wars to the highest bidder.

But one thing that didn't sit well with him was that all the bunkers were extremely dangerous, housing cruel experimental traps and godforsaken abominations. Nearly everything you see in the bunker would be trying to kill you.

It was a high-risk and high-reward bounty after all, but then, why hire so many newbie Mercenaries And recruits when they're more qualified and experienced mercenaries groups or at least hired The Bunker raiders?

There are bandits scum, but still, there are way more qualified and expendable than a bunch of random treasure hunters and adrenaline junkies, he thinks to himself.