Flippy And Fliqpy Roleplay!

SECTION 1: ARMY TWINS Part 4

When they arrived at the place, Flippy's jaw dropped. There were so many corpses. Both enemies and allies. He didn't notice it when they left the camp.
He nodded with a blank stare at his brother's order, walking in the direction of the ruins.
He searched some fallen tents and ruins, ignoring the bodies as much as he could but he didn't find anything so far.
At one time, his eyes met the empty ones of a corpse. This one was a young man. He must have been the same age as him and his brother. As he approched to close his eyes, a thought came to his mind.
This corpse could be his brother or him.
Almost immediately, Flippy threw the thought in the corner of his mind with the others that were bothering him.
Suddenly, he heard a noise to his right. He focused and took out his riffle.

"Fliq' ?" he whispered.

It wasn't Fliqpy. It was an enemy.
He shot. Not even paying attention to aiming. He just shot in the direction of the man before he got the chance. Flippy watched the man fall on the ground, growling in pain. He hesitated and shot him again, headshot, finishing him off.  Then he turned around to search for his brother to tell him about what's just happened.

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Fliqpy walked his separate way, rolling corpses over etc, not paying attention, he just blocked everything out. He heard a noise and turned to the side. He aimed his rifle but saw nothing.

"Who's there ?!"

He asked firmly into the emptiness, but was greeted with silence. Before he knew it, someone grabbed him from behind. He dropped his rifle, and someone hit him hard on the back of his head and he slowly passed out as they dragged him away. He only just managed to snap the thin chain with his dog tags on it and let them fall, without the enemies realising, as a sign for his brother. He could only hope he'd see them and get the message.

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Flippy came back to where he and his brother separated.
Because the scene shocked him a bit, he was able to see that some corpses have been moved, probably by Fliqpy. So he went in the direction of the trail, his rifle up and his mind focused, glancing sometimes behind himself to not take another bullet in the arm.
The silence was nearly as unsettling, as the unmoving environment. He knew enemies were there, but none were giving up their positions.
Flippy started panicking when he figured out that he wasn't finding his brother for a longer while. He really had a bad felling about it and all he wanted was to call for him. But he couldn't. The enemies will know where he was.
A sparkle on the ground caught his attention. After taking a quick look around, he knelt down to pick it up. It was pair his brother's pair of dog tags. His eyes immediately filled with panick. Where was he? Why were his dog tags here? It seemed like the thin chain was. Forcefully snapped, maybe he was attacked ?
A noise close to him made his head snap up, only to see a rifle hitting him harshly on the side of his head. The force of the blow pushed him to the ground as the pain was burning the left side of his head.
His vision was blurry and he could feel a bit of blood pouring down the place he had been hit as he weakly tried to get up.
A second blow took him on a one-way journey to black out land.

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"grrrhh...."

Fliqpy growled in anger, his eyes shining in madness after receiving yet another hit. They dragged him into one of the buildings and tied him up with ropes, then started interrogating him using brute force. He gave up on counting the number of blows he received, as he felt blood trickling down his head, from various scratches and his split lip and nose.

"I won't tell you shit!"

He kept on playing tough the more they interrogated him, when his brother was pushed through the door.