The Horrors Of The Bunker

History EP. 13

The man walked past them and placed old beat-up cans of food and savage ammo on a very rusted table; he turned towards them and gestured with his hand to them; they were welcome to the supplies on the table. He walked away from the table, sat down in an old beat-up chair, and removed his thick fire-resistant gloves, revealing half-decayed skin underneath with bits of metal and steel bolts covering the bones in his hand; he grabbed a screwdriver from his ammo pouch.

He went to work re-screwing loose bolts in his prosthetic bone without saying a single word, even as his hand bled. Not even missing a beat, he pulled out of his coat a bottle of bluebird moonshine, slowly pouring it over his wound without even seeming bothered.

As he did this, the little girl walked over to him and offered him a small scalpel he thanked her by patting her on the head and giving her pieces of hard candy he managed to savage while he was out scouting. He began removing shrapnel and broken bits of bayonets from his arms and legs. When he was done, he pulled out the old bayonet. Before they could say anything, he began to blow, torching the bayonet until the blade was scorching red hot.

He shoved the scorching blade into his open wounds, burdening them close. By the time he was done,. Every single open wound on his body was black as cold, but the worst thing about seeing the whole process was that he did not once flinch Nor cry out in pain but simply acted like it was an inconvenience.

Doctor Wolfenstein called out to the mysterious stranger he set up and wrapped his wounds in sterilized bandages as he slowly but surely entered the doorway covered in plastic and dry blood.

His outdated mechanical eyes scanned the room, looking over to a young soldier and Doctor Wolfenstein, pausing only when his eyes met the insignia on The young Soldier's right arm; he finally spoke for the first time in a long time in a thick German accent, he said. ( You make your ancestors proud, Young Hellfighter if they were here they would cheer you on to continue their legacy)

The Soldier took a minute to recuperate himself before speaking ( you know about The Harlem's Rattlers? ) the mysterious man took a moment to speak again ( yes during The First Great War they battle like demons, never losing a piece of land or letting one of their men be captured by the German army ). The Soldier asked him ( how do you know). The mysterious man looked down at the floor and simply replied ( I was there ) before the conversation could continue, Doctor Wolfenstein interrupted them both.

( Sorry to interrupt the conversation, but before any stones are thrown due to my friend's lack of ability to properly explain things, let me explain for him. When the second war began many in our homeland refused to follow our so-called great leaders on their path of genocide but those who refused were hunted down and made examples of)

( He was one of those poor souls who fought in the first great war and didn't like the idea of a second one, at the time I did not work with those monsters but spies stole some of my research and those incompetent camisoles tried to do it without me needless to say they were unsuccessful, and as a result, our friend was made the first ever fully self-aware Soldat)

( He came here looking for Revenge after the war after he killed some of the men responsible for his pain but most fled here looking for internal life and to escape Justice for their horrific actions during The Great Wars)