Restrained Chains | GFL Fanfiction

Chapter 1: Bleeding Edge

*Gasp*

Opening his eyes, Javier was bombarded by several things, First was the bright light from the ceiling, he distinctively remember turning off the ceiling lights before sleeping, second was the smell, it smells like Earth, as in the smell you'll sense when you're hiking at some unknown area at Earth. Third was—

PAINPAINPAIN—!

Javier grunted in pain as he struggled to sit upwards, and lift his shirt to reveal a bloodied bandage wrapping around his chest.

"J-jesus...what the hell happened...wait..." He looked around and noticed that he's currently sitting up in a forest. Trees, trees, trees rocks and trees everywhere.

Then, he felt that something is touching his right arm, and froze as he noticed a gun. Not just any gun, HIS gun, a old M16A4 from 1980's, bought and restored by him as a hobby, but what caught his attention was the gun's state, it was battered, seemingly worn out, he might check it later if it works, but seeing it rang off the alarm in his head twofold.

He remembers the whole day yesterday, He woke up, have breakfast, called the Old man and Mom to ask them how they are, got to work from 8am-7pm, went to the bar to drink some Jack Daniels, and went home at 11pm, got showered and fell asleep in his birthday suit at the bed after turning the lights off.

Javier doesn't know what to do in this situation, but his mind screamed for him to get ready and start moving for some reason.

He took the rifle and inspected it before concluding that it is still functional somehow.

"Oh baby, what the hell happened to you...." Javier murmured as he finished inspecting it and supporting himself using the tree to stand up, thankfully the pain dulled for abit.

"Now where in Earth am I? Definitely not Melbourne..." Javier knows that he should have been panicking right now, he really should been panicking, but his mind is calm, scarily calm.

He concluded that going forward is the only option as he starts to slowly walk away from the tree.

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He doesn't know how long he has been walking, he really should have been keeping count, but that doesn't matter.

"WHERE THE FUCK AM I!?!" Javier screamed in anger, although he was usually not the one to scream, but the wound being a bitch and the sight of trees everywhere irritated him.

He was about to go onto another rant when he heard a gunfire from the distance. Now, surely he wouldn't be going straight towards that, right?

Well...

'Okay, gunshot means several things, One, I'm closer into humanity and I'm in someone's backyard, Two, there's a fight going on—' his mind mentally remembers that he have 3 magazine of 5.56 left excluding the one he have in his M16 'and I really should have been running away, or Three, someone is getting executed.' His morbid thoughts aside, Javier decided to gamble his luck and hope for Prediction #1.

He continued to walk as fast as his wounded body could as the gunfire gets closer, now he can also hear some shouting aswell.

"—UCK! RELOADING!" One of the voice loudly screamed, a female one.

"Ja!" Followed by the sound of what seems to be a old MP40—he wasn't sure why he knows that— firing a couple of shots.

"NTW, How long before the EVAC arrives!?" Another female voice—why are they all girls?—asked. Javier didn't hear any answer, but he heard what clearly is a heavy bang of a Sniper rifle—NTW-20, his brain provided—Before the sound of another gunfire—P90— echoed.

He then arrived at the area, and he was not ready for what he saw.

Bodies. Bodies everywhere, although he wasn't sure what happened, but looking at the bodies confirmed his suspicion that something is DEFINITELY wrong and he's not dreaming.

'They're ELIDS.' his brain provided, earning a twitch from Javier, not knowing why the hell does he know what this things are, and what they are originally.

Humans, fucking flesh and bones mammal, infected by the collapse fluid, or so as he remembers the words, that got dragged out as he snaps back to reality, and noticed that the shooting stopped.

All ELIDS are dead, and now, the unknown group that have been slaughtering this things have noticed his presence, alarmed at him being armed.

One of the girls holding a AK47 is pointing at him suspiciously with a glint on her—again why are they all girls?—eyes telling him to try something stupid.

"Uhmm... Excuse me, but can you tell me where is the nearest town?" Javier asked calmly.

"Who are you?" The girl dressed like a WW2 soldier holding a MP40 asked.

"That's...a question I'd like an answer as well..." He answered with half-truth. He knows who he is, but he also doesn't know who the hell is he when he was...out....for the lack of better words, getting wounded by something—gunshots, plasma round + a solid bullet—okay now he's concerned.

"Don't play dumb, answer the question!" The girl that have the AK47, dressed in a guerilla fighter-esque clothing, asked as she shifted her position.

"I did? I honestly have no idea who I am besides being named Javier, and not having a idea why the hell I am wounded." He says as he slowly put his gun down, and gets on his knees, hands up.

The girls looked at him, then to each other, before nodding and slowly made their way forward.

"A human like you shouldn't be in yellow zone." The girl with the P90 said as she got close enough. "You don't show any signs of infection—" she says as she lifts up his shirt, revealing the bandages. "Shit, you're bleeding!"

Everyone widened their eyes including Javier, who suddenly felt the pain intensifies as he finally noticed it.

"F-fuck, thank you for reminding me of the pain!" Javier cursed, letting his hands fall as he squirmed and tries his hardest not to shout.

"MP-40, the first aid kit!" The P90 gal shouted to the blondie with the german submachine gun, who immediately got to work. "NTW, get to HQ and tell them we found a wounded human here!"

They're tactical dolls. His mind whispered as the pain intensifies.

That's all he remembers until he finally passed out.
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Javier felt shit as he woke up into a white ceiling.

"Oh thank fucking god it's just a dream..." He muttered. He must have been super drunk last night...

"What dream?" A voice asked.

Javier's thoughts stopped, and a second later, strings of curses appeared at his mind before ending it with—

"Fuck."