To my surprise, the trip back to the yard's entrance was rather uful. Sure, there are more corpses oreets, and you hear the growls of Fenriromorphs apanied by the pained screams of prisoners, but those cries are all ihe buildings. Traveling the hallway, we ehe Yard proper and are met with more bodies, including the corpses of several Fenriromorphs.
“They put up a fight.” Cillian excims in surprise. “Maybe we actually fight them off.”
“It would be possible if not for the fact these Fenriromorphs reproduce from a scratch.”
Cillian g the injury on my arm wly.
“Are you…”
“I’ll be fine so long as we get out of this dungeon.”
Cillian grimaces at my answer, but nods the same.
“Good. Let's stay quiet ao the ter. I want to avoid using anything that could attract attention.”
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We tihrough the streets of the yard, seemingly following a line of corpses that lead towards the ter. While we travel, we hear the sound of fighting in the distance. Roars of Fenriromorphs and the screams of humans tell us what dire to avoid. Whereas it took me a good twenty mio get to the arena before, now it takes us nearly an hour from our slower pace.
When we arrive at the pits, we are met with the same endless corpses, but with no Fenriromorph in sight.
“Why haven't we seen any of them?” Cillian breaks the silence, which has both me and Boriss gring at him to shut up.
“But.”
I put a fio my lips. I walk close to Cillian and then whisper into his ear.
“These monsters seem to hunt in packs. If we even see one of these things, then the whole group is probably nearby. Uood?”
He nods.
“Good.”
I g Boriss and direct him to lead the way.
The Russian salutes and takes poin’t.
After walking for a minute, I release a growl and fall to my knees. My left hand grabs my right. Intense pain resonates from my arm and down my body. At the same time, the pressure on my psych ramps up in iy.
SUBMIT!
SUBMIT!
SUBMIT!
The pain and pressure e in a stant thrum that escates to a mind-breaking torture. Imagine having every nerve in your body sending a pain signal all at once. But, alongside that pain is a voice promising reprieve from such pain so long as I…
SUBMIT!
Then, just like before, the pain subsides down to a manageable level. I release a breath and then gnce up to the barrel of a makeshift shotgun.
“I’m fine,” I stand back up , “we should keep moving.”
Boriss lowers the rifle and nods. We eventually arrived at the ter building. We are greeted with a very rge thick metal door with small gss windows and a monitor to the side of it.
“Huh.” I pce my hand on the door. “I was expeg something to g.”
As soon as the words leave my lips, a Fenriromorph’s face reveals itself on the opposite side of the door. Its cws k loudly oal as its head smacks into the gss.
We all jump away from the door in surprise. The monster tinues smming into it several more times before it finally stops.
It gres at us angrily for many moments. Then it raises its open mouth into the air.
HHHHOOOOOOOLLLLLL
The howl emanates from the fenriromorph so loudly that I feel my eardrums vibrate.
Not a moment after the howl ends, I hear the howls of distant fenriromorphs in every dire from our location.
“Shit! Cilliahat door open now! Boriss, shotguns and bombs out. We’re going to have pany.”
“But,'' Cillian g the seemingly smug fenriromorph oher side of the door.
“No time. We’ll deal with it when the door opens. Right now, we have a fug pack heading our way. Get the Door!”
At the end of my words, the first fenriromorph nears our location.
I quickly untch my zip-rifle and take aim. The fenriromorph slows to a stop.
I pull the trigger and my bullet rips through its skull. I quickly reload another bullet as two more arrive.
I hear Cillian un Herman’s arm.
The two new fenriromorph are slightly different from the first. They look slightly rger, more muscur. Then I notice the bck bands tightly around their legs.
Uhe first, these two fenriromorphs don't stop to pounce. Instead, they rush towards us.
“Boriss, take out the one on the right.” I order.
As they get near, I pull the trigger. My bullet misses the head and instead strikes the neck. Thankfully, it mao pierce the spine and the fenriromorph falls to the floor.
The other fenriromorph only makes it te before Boriss’s shotgun goes off and dismembers the fenriromorph’s head. He throws the used pipe shotgun to the side arieves another from his bag.
“Hand me one of the shotguns. The accuray gun is going to shit faster than I’d expected.”
He throws me a shotgun at the same time as three more show up.
“Cillian, what's taking so long?”
“Fe hang on.”
I hear him smack the limb on the ser.
“Hand erkannt. Sen aller Fingerabdrücke. Bitte warten."
I hear the ser say in a woman's voice.
“It’s sin now!” he yells.
“It’s taking too fug long,” I curse as seven more fenriromorphs arrive. Then aen. Then ahirty.
“Fuck me,” I curse again at the swarm.
“rade Qua-”
“Boriss, get the napalm out and light it.” I interrupt him.
“How many?”
“Ten!”
He quickly reaches into the pad starts retrieving the bottles. I take out a light and start lighting all of the fuses.
By the time the st fuse is lit, the fenriromorphs are sprinting at us.
“Create a wall of fire. We o keep them back.”
Me and Boriss begin throwing the napalm and igniting everything outside. The fenriromorphs rush into the fmes without fear. Then they scream as fmes burn their fur and flesh. They howl in agony, anger, and fusion.
“S abgeschlossen. Tür ?ff.”
“The door’s opening!” Cillian yells.
At his words, I grab my rifle, spin around, aim, and shoot through the halfen doors.
At point-bnk range, accuracy means nothing as my bullet ehe fenriromorph’s eye and turns the monster's brain into slush.
“Get ihose fmes aren't going to st forever.”
We rush inside and I turn to the door trols to close the door.
But the s to trol the door looks to have been cwed by the retly deceased fenriromorph.
“Shit. Elevator, now!”
We rush down the hallway aer the elevator room where Guard and animal corpses lihe entire area. Even the corpse of a bear lies dead in its cage.
Cillian sprints to the elevator trol panel and finds the s g power.
“The trols aren't w!”
“We’re not using the elevator, we’re climbing the shaft,” I point at the top of the elevator. “Boriss, give me a lift.”
Boriss rushes to me and kneels with his palms forward. With a single heave, I reach the ceiling of the elevator and gain access to the .
“Cillian, you’re .”
He looks up at me and the with surprise.
“Are we actually climbing all the there?”
“No fug time. Get up here or die.”
We hear the howl of fenriromorphs outside.
“Feck me.”
He rushes to Boriss. Boriss lifts Cillian and I help pull him up. Then I lean down aend my hand.
Boriss jumps and grabs my arm. With a strength born of someone in peak physical dition, the Russian lifts himself up on his own.
I hear the sound of cws clig metal as the swarm ehe hallways.
“We climb, now!”
“But, I -,” Cillia get to finish as Boriss picks up the Scot and pces him on top of his back.
“Hold tight.” he orders and starts to climb one of the four s. I take another and we asd. By the time the fenriromorphs arrive, we’ve scaled teers.
They quickly find our location and swarm the top of the elevator. Several attempt to climb, but fail.
Then I notice them. fenriromorphs with another set of horns alongside bright e fur. They gre directly at us. One of them opens their mouth in our dire.
Then I watch as a bright red fme sprouts upward nearly thirty feet- barely out e. Though the fire doesn't reach us, the heat and fumes do. Several more fenriromorphs join the first. They breath fire in our dire, but ck the rao hit.
“Alright, looks like they 't follow us. Let's climb to the top.”
“Potato heavy,” Boriss grunts.
It takes us a good ten mio finally reach the top, where the elevator door is already open. At the entrao the elevator is Irmgard Von Braun carrying an officer sword covered in red and green blood.
