TW: pain, grief, knives, mentions of death + revenge, arguing, mentions of blood, lots of google translate German
Author's Note: yes the chapter is shorter then normal, it's for drama >:D
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POV: Poltergeist
Everything hurt.. My chest burned.. It hurt to breathe, to move.. images of Ghost, König, and Soap flashed through my mind. I needed to get up.. I needed to find them.. my arms wouldn't move.. pain flashed through me at every tiny movement, but I managed to open my eyes. Looking around as best I could, tears somehow pricked my eyes when I saw a burned body less then 4 inches from me in the night. One of the Twins.. grief swallowed me along with the darkness.
When I next awoke, it was hot.. I felt like I was cooking.. managing to open my eyes again, I winced against the glare of midday. I could move my head, with trouble now.. however my very skin screamed at me for it.. looking around I could see carnage.. to my left laid a dead Sylvia, to my right a dead Terrance.. tears threatened to fall again, but I held them back. If there was even a chance in hell my boys were alive, then I needed to find them. Darkness overtook me again when I tried to sit up.
A low groan escaped me when I woke up again.. fuck I was thirsty.. hungry.. struggling, I managed to sit up, nearly throwing up at the movement. Looking around, I saw the houses we had cleared. The guards.. the guards we killed were bound to have water on them, right? I didn't have long to think it over, passing out again.
I woke up later, the darkness of night well underway. Sitting up again, I gritted my teeth, determined to get up and drink something. The chill of the desert made my body shake, eliciting a quiet whine from me. Forcing myself to my knees, I turned to look down at the Twins. Stifling a sob at loosing the closest family I had, I reached down and retrieved their Sparrow tags. Adding them along with my own and my dog-tags, I shakily forced myself to my feet. I nearly fell flat on my ass, but I managed to stay standing as the world spun. I forced myself to take deep breaths, steadying my vision as I stumbled into the closest house. Quickly finding a dead guard, I managed to find his canteen and down the contents, breathing heavily. I passed out soon after.
Coming back to awareness, I looked around to find it was around 4 in the afternoon, if the sun's angle was anything to reference. I looked down at the body of the guard, who's skin was now well into decaying. I couldn't care less. Struggling to stand, I made my way to the kitchen area, hoping against hope that there was some food. Digging through the cabinets like a hungry fox, I eventually found a can of fruit, some peanut butter, and a few passable cans of green beans. Using a knife I found on one of the guards, I sliced open a can of green beans, snagging a spoon from a drawer and eating them. The fire had - luckily - only hit my right leg, leaving third-degree burns there, followed by second-degree burns on my right leg and left side. The rest of my body had - from the feel of it - only first-degree burns.
Heaving a sigh that nearly made me pass out again, I discarded the can to retrieve a backpack and weapons from the guards. I found several knives, a working pistol, and about 50 rounds of ammunition. Packing my bag with the knives and what little food I had found, I retrieved every canteen I could find and filled them with water from the kitchen sink. About 4 canteens in, and I had downed 2 in the process of moving. Still wobbly on my legs, I slung the bag over my shoulder, full of the food, extra knives, and 5 canteens of water. Around my waist I had slung 3 canteens and a few extra knives. Holding my pistol in my hands, I peeked back outside. The sun was still too high for me to leave the coolness of the house, so I settled in to nap.
I was awoken by a howl, presumably coyote. Forcing myself out of my seat, I raised my gun only to find the source of the howl waiting for me in the front room. It turned towards me, before bolting out of the house and away from it's meal on the dead guard. Sighing, I headed out the door after it to find it was just after dusk, the full moon barely visible over the trees. I paused, looking around. There were no ways of tracking any of the 141, so I thought back. Who would I need to seek out first? Who might be closer? Then an image hit me, König sprinting into the trees, carrying a wounded Reaper. The reminder that Reaper was hurt shot anger through me, pushing me in the direction they had gone.
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