[OLD] Thus Hank Fought There (Gate X Fem Hank)

(4) Fear

(4020 Words)

Fun Fact: Josiah is NOT a self insert, he isn't even the same gender or race as me. The self insert was Emilia 😭

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October 16, 2004
Int. Hank's Hideout
Unknown World
1025 Hours

Not much had happened within the past few days, the only minor difference was the placement of some shelves and a basement outside the cave for storage reasons.

These could be left here without fear of robbery due to foliage outside concealing the interior of the cavern, as well as the van; with nail in the coffin being the sneaky Vietnam traps set up by yours truly.

Recon had also been done on the surrounding area. The log cabin was an estimated 1 km away with the village being half more.

There were many of these small villages scattered throughout the forest, each of them being almost identical besides a few that seemed to be larger and surrounded in a defensive wall.

An abnormality was the lack of many farms within these places, seems like a third party was supplying these locations for reasons unknown.

Another pressing matter was how Hank was now a female. Simple things like going to the bathroom were new to the merc, this scenario was however not included due to how horny the audience is.

Lastly was the self ins- I mean wild card known as Emilia. It was strange she took such an interest in the merc , it most likely had to do with a peculiar coin that the merc was in possession of.

Nevertheless, the catgirl faintly reminded Hank of 2BDammed. Maybe this was why she felt somewhat used to the gal?

Shifting her thoughts aside, Hank went back to
fiddling with a ham radio she found in the bottom of one of the crates. Sadly, heavy static was the only product it produced as it sat atop the metallic floor.

Shaking her head in disappointment at this unfortunate failure, the woman stood up and got ready to exit the van.

Though before she could leave, Hank started to slightly twitch as voices made their way into her mind.

Whispers would've been tolerable; for they always had been inaudibly noticeable within the background. However, these louder vocals were a different story.

The hallucinations now became more intense, increasing in weight as they clamped around her brain like searing tongs. Such an agonizing pain.

Disequilibrium took over as the woman placed her hands against a nearby steel wall for support. She kept her head down, attempting to remain balanced as the voices rose in ferocity.

Some ordered her to do tasks, others remarked crude insults. A million of these separate comments raged, talking over one another similar to a deranged mob of protesters.

Failing to regain composure, Hank stumbled out the vehicle in a disorderly manner. She then clumsily waltzed towards one of the cave's walls with clenched hands.

A fist was sent into the stone, causing multiple rigid cracks to form upon its surface. This process was then repeated. Each swing caused the voices to grow louder, which soon enveloped to what seemed like a sea of screams.