When World at War Edward Richtofen and the Shadow Man team up to corrupt the universes, Dr. Monty assembles a team of dangerous fighters to stop them and their monsters. From a foul-mouthed marine, a loyal samurai, a nerd, a crazy blonde, a mob boss...
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Marlton's PoV
"Johnson, why can't you accept the fact that you're not going anywhere?", Bertram chuckled at me. "You and the others are too precious to let go of."
Before any of this, I used to consider myself a well-mannered pacifist, until the apocalypse happened and I met that beautiful maiden. I believe that was the reason why I felt the need to strangle Officer Christopher Bertram. His German accent mocked me, as I balled my hands into fists.
I ignored my violent thoughts, as I paced my cell back and forth, lost in my subconscious. The escape plans laid on the floor neatly, as I began to quietly whimper.
Oh, Misty...
Where are you, my fair sweet maiden?
"Misty...", I mumbled to myself, as I clutched my hair, quite tightly. A few tears began to slowly make their journey down my cheeks. Everything that had happened changed me, physically and emotionally.
I didn't give a damn about it. At all.
"The slut's dead, Darlington!", the voice of Samuel Stuhlinger yelled out, completely pestered by my behavior. "My buddy is gone because of her!"
I snapped my head towards the cell across from me. Furiously, I wiped my pathetic tears away, narrowing my eyes at the man, who insulted my lady.
Stuhlinger sat up on his untidy bed, narrowing his eyes back at me. Currently, he held a piece of raw meat in his hands, taking another bite from it. I scrunched my nose in disgust, as I walked closely to the bars that held me.
"Misty is still alive, Mr. Stuhlinger!", I spat, releasing my contained anger out on him. "She is capable enough to survive in that godforsaken environment!" I felt brave enough to be a little cocky. "Unfortunately, Russman cannot match her durability."
Stuhlinger arose from his bed and headed for his iron bars, gripping them. The fresh blood from the meat dripped down from his mouth to his chin, giving off the impression that Stuhlinger looked like a bloodthirsty beast.
A beast, if it wasn't contained, would have possibly killed me.
"Say that again, Marlton.", he growled, his eyes clicking from behind his thick glasses. He showed off his canine-like teeth at me. "I dare you."
"Bertram, you better shut 'em up.", a cold voice, containing a thick New Jersey accent, suddenly spoke up. "Or do I gotta do it?"
