Thanks to You.

Military Cleanup

" Corporal Shepard, is it? I read the name tag on your uniform. I'm glad to see my life-saving efforts weren't in vain." Adrian awoke in a field, shucks of corn embraced him. His P.C.V. was beeping, warning him of small lacerations, and major bleeding. He sat up, his chest hurt like hell, he suspected he ruptured his ribcage. He looked around, it was, well corn. He looked at the sky, it was a blood red color. He couldn't make any sense of what was happening. Adrian looked down, his wrench sat beside him. He tried to get up, but his right leg caved under him, his knee was bent the wrong way. After seeing his bone sticking out, he began to process the pain. His leg began to burn with unimaginable pain, he grabbed his knee, and tried to stop the bleeding from his joint. He took his wrench, and tried crawling out of the corn, in hopes that he would be found by someone. Pain surged through him with every inch he dragged himself. He eventually reached a small road, he went limp on the side of the road, barely hanging on. Every breath he took, his chest felt like it would collapse. He lay there for what felt like hours, but more realistically was mear minutes. He started consciousness, the world began to spin, until it went dark.

" Forget about Freeman! We are cutting our losses, and pulling out! Anyone, who is left down there now, is on his own repeat!" Those words echoed throughout his mind, " Forget about Freeman," the same Freeman who caused the incident, the same one who killed hundreds of Marines, who he chased through the portal to Xen, the same one who ruined his life, no, he wouldn't forget Freeman. For once, he, for once, would disobey orders.

     He awoke with his one goal in mind, Hunt down the Freeman. He looked around. He was in, a barn, on a pile of hay. His leg was bandaged, with a very crude and rudamentery metal replacement. His ribcage, didn't hurt. He looked at his chest, his P.C.V. and uniform jacket was off. His chest was covered in scars and stitches. His gasmask was beside him, what replaced it was a breathing aperatice. He took it off and put his gasmask on. He found that he felt almost nothing, he should've been being pricked by the straw, but he didn't feel it. Most likely help of drugs. He stood up, the leg replacement working well. Adrian put on his uniform jacket, and his P.C.V. and stepped out of the barn. Adrian looked around, he stood in the middle of what looked like a standard Southern farm, just, off. He walked toward a road, and decided to hitchhike. 4 hours later, a car came over a hill, and Adrian stuck out his thumb, it was a grey van, it's windows tinted jet black. It slowed to a stop in front of Adrian. The window rolled down, and an imp, " Can I help you?" Adrien nods, " I need to find a man." " Well you're in luck! I'm with I.M.P. I'm Blitzø the o is silent!" He stuck his hand out the window, " Corporal Adrien Shepard" Adrien took Blitzø's hand. " Well, need a ride?" Adrien nodded, " Well hop in the back, Millie Moxxie move over!" Adrien opened the door, and sat next to two small imps. Adrien closed the door, and Blitzø continued to drive, " Umm, sir? Why did we pick up a random lunatic off the side of the road?" An imp with white hair says, " Watch who you call a lunatic, shorty." Adrien said while balling his fist up. The imp moved a bit farther from him. An imp with black hair chipped I'm, " I'm Millie, and this is my husband Moxxie!" Adrien nodded. Millie pointed to a Hellhound, " And that's Loona!" Adrien looked back out the window. " So who are you looking for?" Blitzø looked at him, " A man named Freeman, and I believe he's in hell."