Survival - Original fan stories set in the DOOM universe

A TUSSLE

INT. AN ABANDONED HOUSE -- MIDDAY

A red hue engulfs everything in the room. The window shows what only nightmares can dream of. Every item seems tattered, the couch torn with stuffing all black from the heat, furniture bounced on with the might of body weight, and a Calander that faintly reads: TORONTO, CANADA.

Light footsteps come closer to the entrance with a rhythm. The door gently swings open before crashing down, a giant pair of hands grabs the door before it could create any sound. It put the door down before shoving itself in what used to be the doorway. A tall, armored man equipped with weapons and battle-scratches appears careful and observant. He is JACOB, THE SURVIVOR.

He strides through the house from the living room to the bathroom, searching for supplies. Food, maps, electronic components, anything that can prove to be useful to Jacob's survival.

                                                                                  JACOB

                                                                     Absolutely fantastic...

He couldn't find anything...

In defeat, he unknowingly drops an item that he was holding. In only a few seconds, a sound ripples through the entire room that he is in. Not only that, but the corridor that he was at moments ago.

                                                                               UNKNOWN                                                                                

                                                                "Strange monster sounds"

Jacob quickly turns his head around to view the source of the noise. It was from the corridor.

He ready's his gun slinged around him and aims it at the doorway. Suspense fills his dread-filled mind that even his air-cooled helmet couldn't stop a sweat from forming on his head. As if time resumed without any chime, Jacob is flung through the room like paperweight.

Before he picks himself up, Jacob looks up upon his supposed judgement. A tall, slim and purple creature tower over him. It is the PROWLER. 

It looks to its left; Jacob does the same. A shotgun lays on the ground. He looks at it the Prowler as he only hopes fate can bring him to his shotgun again.

                                                                                   PROWLER

                                                      "Roars loudly to establish dominance"

The Prowler grabs Jacob by the leg and smashes him against the wall, destroying any furniture that wasn't already demolished whilst obliterating ones that were. Jacob picks up a stray metal rod on the ground in the meantime and crashes it against the Prowler's face. Only its head tilted while its anger fueled.

The Prowler picks up Jacob with its right arm and slams him onto a wall. It sharpens the position of the left hand and prepares to strike it onto Jacob's face. But before it could stab, Jacob disarms its grip and starts to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the beast. Jabs, uppercuts, all of which seems to have the same power of a beanbag to the face for the Prowler. It punches back Jacob till he hits the ground.

It picks him back up and tries to finish what it started. Finally seeing his way out, Jacob takes a deep breath before unbuckling his helmet and grabbing the shotgun from the ground. Purple particles start to form but before it could even start to comprehend the situation, Jacob unloads all the pellets into the Prowler until all that's left are a mush of demon flesh along with it's limbs still laying around.

After a moment of relief and pride in surviving an attack from the horde, he quickly realizes that the surrounding atmosphere is slowly steaming him alive. He quickly fumbles his way back to he's helmet and puts it back on before and properly enjoying his moment. The Prowler's flesh starts to fade away into flamed ash.

                                                                                        JACOB

                                                    " Try that again you asshole!"

After a moment to collect himself, he then jumps out an open wall next to him leading to the outside, a group of shorter red creatures, Imps, arrive at the scene of the crime and investigate the steaming pile of purple goo. On the outer exterior, a small hole is seen that once housed a hook, and below it, a larger man-made hole that Jacob obviously created. He jumps up to clear any debris and runs off.

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