The Unknown Adventurer - 不明な冒険家 (Deadspace x Goblin Slayer)

Feet First of the Unknown

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All he saw was pitch black, and felt like his entire body was evaporated in to thin air. All He could was embrace the blissfulness of the silence, and the amazing sensation of peace flow through his mind. Silence.

Silence is all that can be heard. Just listen to the sounds around him.

Hear that, it's . . .

Nothing.

No more shrieks of terror from the Necromorphs. No more loud pitch cries from the Pack. No more twisted up Crawlers or Exploder crying. No more crazy belief from the Unitologist. No more torture of the EarthGov. No more delusional sights of his torment.

No more feeling pain.

No more bleeding.

No more being scared of death.

No more bone crushing death experience.

No more MARKERS.

No more of anything!

Soon there was a bright light that engulfed him, and the sound of several voice chanting something. He couldn't make it out, but they sounded like they were desperate for something. He tried to make out what they were saying, but his train of thought was cut off by a loud crack that destroyed his peace, and silence, and replaced them with pain, and ear piercing explosions. He slowly felt his body return as his skin felt as if it was slowly burning off. He attempted to scream in pain, but all that could be heard was the sound of the massive explosions, screams echoed far and a distinctive screeches and the glow of the accursed artifact

'GOD MAKE IT STOP!!!'

Anons eyes snapped open, and he gasped for air. He reached for has helmet, and yanked it off. He threw it to the side, and took in a deep breath. Anon started to regain his breath, and begun to calm down.

His vision was extremely blurry, and his head was pounding. He sat there for a few minutes, and finally started to regain his vision.

first thing He notice surveying the area is that everything is green, brown, healthy, and unusually bright. Which is really weird and uncomfortable to him. Because he is use to everything being cold, white, dead, clean, metal, or artificially lights. As he suck in the surrounding area unnatural setting, the moment of realization hit him square in the brain.

Tall brown trees.

Thick greens leafy bushes.

Multi-colored beds of flowers.

White fluffy cotton clouds.

And the clear blue sky.

For the first time in his miserable life he is actually seeing a living and fully functional forest on a living planet. Unlike the sprawl. Which is always dead and bleak. This is a forest that isn't digital recorded to talk about his home planet or a virtual hologram used to give anyone the experience of walking through a forest that their ancestor once did, or the fake ones place around colonies, space stations, and ships to liven up the place. No what he seeing is a real living forest that isn't destroyed by humanity.

Until the sounds of rustling in the bushes and tried to lift himself up to his feet, but failed. His legs felt like jello. He groaned in frustration, and was about to try again, but soon heard a loud growling noise that sounded to close. He froze and scanned the surroundings one last time as he still held the plasma cutter still on his side Incase of anything possibly a necromorph might lunge at him as he looked to his helmet, and slowly reached for it. Once it was in his hands, He placed it on his head feeling a satisfied hiss as the mechanism merged once again.