The Horrors Of The Bunker

The Horrors Of The Bunker EP. 20

Fang awoke from on top of an operating table grabbing the left side of her body where her arm should have been but only found air, she could feel a cocktail of chems and serums burning their way through her bloodstream.

But she didn't care for some strange reason even though it was taboo for her people and burned her insides, the only thing she seemed to care about was her friend's well-being.

She got up, out of bed, sniffing the air and looking for his scent, a mix of rust devil cigars and dry blood. With a hit of Gunpowder, she followed the scent to an ancient machine covered in rust that had wires and tubes covering the top but more importantly. A bulletproof glass window where she saw her friend, well at least his unconscious savagely beaten body that was floating inside.

She placed a reptilian claw hand on the glass, making sure her hand was over his heart, wishing he would wake up soon, but she knew deep down he probably never woke up or at least not the same person she once knew.

As she did this, she heard Doctor Wolfenstein approaching the door. She knew it was him because she didn't remember anyone else having wheels for legs; her dark red crocodilian eyes never left her friend's face even when she heard the heavy steel door open.

Doctor Wolfenstein placed his Robotic three claw hand on her shoulder and said ( your friend will make a full recovery the bio-gel I'm currently using is the same one I used to keep my brain alive and healthy but especially regeneratively. )

( But he will need time to recover from his Severe injuries and so do you too please trust me when I tell you your arm will be as good as new just give me the chance )

She simply turned to him and replied ( I don't trust you, machine man. My chief told me tales of you and your people's cruelty to our homeland and our people. I do not doubt my chief. He is the oldest and the strongest.)

( But remember this: I need you, and my brother-in-arms especially needs you too. Take advantage of that, and I will take my time chewing your brain and crushing your tin can body into scrap metal.)

He removed his hand from her shoulder and wheeled away, only saying ( I may look like a machine, but remember, I am still a man who still has human emotions. Please do remember that next time you start making threats, one might hold a grudge.)

She could still feel the cocktail of chems and serums burning through her veins, slowly changing her body into something else, something no longer primal but artificial; Her kind called it false strength because it did not come from hard work or good genetics But rather a pill or a syringe something artificial.

Usually, she didn't have to rely on such a weakness to survive, but that fight was different. Deep down, she knew if not for the chems burning through her bloodstream, she would have died from her severe injuries after rescuing her friend.

Not to mention her missing ripped-off arm that made her handicapped, she wondered how she wielded her favorite weapon but then a new horrific thought Entered.

(What if I am not strong enough to wield my weapon or maybe I'm just not strong enough ) this idea eats away at her like a flesh-eating disease, rotting any self-confidence she once had, The little girl simply watched from around a corner with Mech Girl as their once invulnerable friends became very vulnerable.

Mech Girl covered the little girl's eyes as Fang dropped to her knees at the feet of her friend's unconscious body not wanting the children to witness such a heartbreaking sight of their friends.