The Horrors Of The Bunker

The Horrors Of The Bunker EP. 19

Fang's weapon viciously slammed into The Brute, the teeth of her weapon dug into the brute body armor and flesh but also embedded into the brute's hardened chem-fueled flesh; he looked down at Fang his eyes filled with madness and revenge before she could react he death grips her by the arm and ruthlessly slammed her through three steel walls cracking some of her scales in the process and breaking three of her fingers as well.

She stood back up, shaking off the blood from her snout and eyes, she took the time to pop her fingers back into place with the ease of someone simply playing with their fingers; before leaving The Brute completely stunned that his rampage didn't kill her instantly before he can recover from his shock she tackled him through two steel walls while driving her auto trench sword deeper into his flesh. At the same time, the auto trench's Heavy-duty engine sparked to life with a guttural mechanical roar again.

Blood sprayed everywhere as her weapon chewed through his rotten flesh She tried to drive it deep into his bloody chest cavity to maybe reach his heart.

Lucky for her and unlucky for him, due to The Brute inhumanly large chest, and his massive arms he couldn't reach her, so all he could do was hopelessly fight back, punching and kicking, but she got too close, then suddenly, she felt that same death grip on her arm, and before she knew it.

They heard the sound of breaking scales and ripping flesh followed by the sound of a bone being ripped out from a wet socket as her arm was viciously and savagely ripped from her body dropping her severed arm at her feet; she fought through the pain as she opened her massive Jaws, biting down on one of his hands biting so hard she tasted the titanium reinforcing his bone and the cocktail of experimental chems embedded in his bloodstream.

He punched her in the face repeatedly drawing more blood and more blood but she only gave a fang-filled smirk back as an answer as she tore his hand and some of his upper arm from his body, blood spread into his face blinding the one good eye he had left she used this opportunity to grab The Soldier, she swallows the rotten flesh and bit the back of part his uniform and brutally rip her weapon out of The Brute's chest cavity while he's blind.

Spring toxic steaming chem fuel blood was all over the metallic floor; in truth, she wanted to kill that abomination right then and there, but she knew she'd die from blood loss before she could finish the job even with the abomination chem fuel flesh pushing her body to new limits with but especially he needed her at that moment and she wasn't going to let her pride get her friend, her soft scales, her tribe killed due to her pride at least not again.

As she thought this The Brute swung wildly and desperately trying to hit her but only hit dusty sterilized air, she took off running towards the others, and as she ran for her life she passed their undead companion, in an instant both their eyes locked and an unspoken agreement was made with one simple glance ( Make Him Suffer!!! ).

Those words were unspoken but undeniably on both of their minds; the Undead Soldier turned a valve on his custom-made flamethrower and nodded to Fang, ensuring that he understood her unspoken message.

The Sickly Green Flames engulfed The Brute and many others of the dead army bold enough to get close to The Mutilated Brute, but as he watched their flesh melt off their decaying bodies, The Brute stood up and looked him dead in his eyes before subtly sprinting towards him smashing through fellow burning alive undead soldiers trying his best to close the gap and quickly as possible even going so far as to pick up one of the burning Undead soldiers and toss it at his head, but the pain was too much, and soon after, he retreated going deeper inside the bowels of The Bunker.

He took a sigh of relief before collecting his newfound friend's arm. It was strange to him that she picked her human companion and her weapon before even considering her arm, but that was Crocs for you.

He thinks about the young Hellfighter and how much damage he must have taken by simply fighting that Chem-filled brute by himself for so long, even if it was about five minutes of action or more but the simple fact he survived just proves how skilled he is.

Not to mention his companion, she held her own for a very long time and even managed to severely wound The Brute, but the strength difference was very apparent if only she was just a little bit stronger.

Maybe Dr. Wolfenstein has a cybernetic or chem that could give her the edge she needs to win their next encounter but for now. He has to hold the line while the others escape he knows that The Hive Mind knows that their experiment works, and with that small little blessing.

They actually might have a chance of fighting back against The Bunker and seriously do damage to it or maybe even kill it, but for now, he was a soldier and was going to hold the line while his comrades retreated.

After all, why would he deny his fellow undead the freedom of death and liberation from their internal enslavement by the whims of an undead insane demigod?