The Horrors Of The Bunker

Stranger EP. 4

They walk together incomplete and other Silence, he stops as he feels something squished under his boot, making him look down to see a caved-in human skull and mushy bits of grey matter under his steel toe boot.

He leans down and grabs some supplies and ammunition from the emulated corpses. He thinks to himself ( nothing personal ). He knows they would do the same to him if he ended up dead; He is just thankful he has yet to face that reality again.

As they enter deeper into the bunker, they both know it can go down for miles filled with Undead abominations and deadly traps; moving through the bunker was a hellish experience. Even the most experienced mercenaries would rather face the most vicious horrors of the swamp than do what they were doing.

They hear a ticking sound slowly approaching them their eyes widen in absolute terror, they dive into a room and close the steel door behind them, they peak through a very dirty bulletproof glass window as a corpse death grips a small warhead that was melted into The Corpse flesh but despite disfigurement, its eyes quickly twitch searching for intruders.

Their nickname is Kamikazes they run towards you in this frenzied state of mind right when they get close they jump in the air and then slam the warhead into the ground or wall, well pretty much whatever they are close to, detonating their warhead, will exploding your ass to Kingdom come, they watch The Kamikaze anxiously pace in circles around the entrance.

They try to come up with a plan to escape from their one-way ticket to hell but before they could think of anything they see the bunker door open with bits of rust and old mold released in the air from the titanium door, and a fresh batch of mercenaries rush inside instantly pissing off the kamikaze, cause the kamikaze to sprint towards their leader's and use his skull to detonate the warhead.

The poor bastard's skull split open like an apple before the warhead went off, spreading his brains and skull fragments all over his companions; they didn't even have enough time to process their friend's death before theirs came.

The hallway was painted with shredded organs and fragments of human bones. They both left the room, taking a moment to look over the eviscerated bodies. Some looked around the age of teens and young adults, much like themselves.

He pushes these thoughts to the back of his deeply scarred mind, telling himself that their deaths had nothing to do with the mission or them as he was thinking this. He looked over his shoulder to see his companion chewing on a human arm while looking at him dead in the eyes.

As he tries his best not to show disgust or give in to his emotions, she reaches down and offers him a piece of someone's leg, he just tells her he wasn't hungry, she can tell he is upset with her but knows he, he would rather push down his emotions than complicate the mission it was one of the few things she didn't like about him.

They continued to search room after room, trying their best to be as stealthy as physically possible while going deeper into the bunker's endless maze-like layout trying their best to avoid the many dangerous long forgotten ancient traps and The Godforsaken Abominations that call the bunker home, but as they were searching they heard something heavy walking towards them.

A massive figure slowly but surely approached them, dragging something behind them. It stopped only a few feet away from them, but then they heard something coming from it, a quiet sobbing and the sound of a quiet engine running coming from the figure.

The Soldier cautiously approached until he stopped, seeing heavy, thick titanium plates forming massive chest plates riddled with bullet dents and dry blood not to mention the thick exhaust pipes in the back puffing out a reddish smog.

He recognized it almost instantly: it was a painted red experimental Mark One Tank-Armor Set; he had seen some very wealthy and experienced Mercenaries scavenge them from extremely dangerous places and people.

Tank-Armor was made with recycled tank armor plates and Ancient nearly forgotten Technology that made the armor as light as heavy-duty body armor but as sturdy as a heavenly armored tank not to mention the superhuman strength the hydraulic joints system gives to the wearer, helping them weld very giant powerful weapons that even a croc would hesitate welding in battle.

He raised his hand toward the person and in return they did the same, he could hear a very young woman's voice come from the helmet that resembled Oni's face ( can you help my friends they are hurt bad and won't wake up )