A collection of stories based on my Bloodborne characters. These stories take place before and during the events of Bloodborne, however the exact time when and where is not important. As much as I myself like to pick apart and analyze Bloodborne, li...
I've been sick for so long. When I was young, it was manageable. Now it feels like I have less and less energy every day.
Why did I join the hunt? I guess I didn't think it would be this taxing on me. I only wanted to help. Now even my gun feels heavy in my hand. I should have left those weapons alone, people keep mistaking me for a hunter. Maybe I am at this point, but I can't keep doing this.
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I can't seem to catch my breath. At this point I'm coughing up more blood than I'm taking in. The blood ministrations used to help, but I fear my condition has progressed too far.
Great, I see a few beasts. Small ones, must have just recently turned. They don't seem to have noticed me. I don't see anyone else around... Guess that means I have to deal with them...
No more, I can't-
I can barely push myself off their corpses. I'm so weak...
How long was I unconscious? Too long, they're already starting to rot. The smell is disgusting! Uh-oh...
I can hear them mocking me, the few people already out of their homes. My chin is covered in sick and blood. At least I can stand at last. Or not.
Stumbled a bit there, but I think I'm okay. I mean, I'm not okay, but I think I can-there we go, back on my feet.
Breathe, Rene...
I'm done. Not just with the hunt, with this damn sickness of mine! I'm tired of sleepless nights from coughing fits, tired of feeling so week I can barely pull myself from bed. I have to go to the Healing Church, they have to know something, anything! Tomorrow, I'll go to the church. Right now, I just want to go home, clean myself up if I can. One step, two steps, breathe, and move.
