In. Out.
The heavy pounding of military-grade boots on against the flooring.
In. Out.
Labored breathing. Must stay hidden.
In. Out.
Incomprehensible orders are yelled, echoing through the murky corridors.
In, Out.
Eyes watching out from behind a metal grate, weary and shiny.
In. Out.
Machine-guns start firing, the air filling the awful screams of the victims.
In. Out.
Vents are cramped, but cannot move a muscle.
In. Out.
Gunfire stops suddenly, silence.
In, Out.
In.. Out..
In... Out...
pause
A shrill scream permeates the air, followed by gunfire.
pause
Inhuman roars of gleeful delight. Laughs and screams poison the space equally.
In. Out.
Eyes sees four soldiers stumbling back, wide-eyed. Being swarm over the four, killing, maiming and desecrating with joy.
in. out.
quiet. shrink back. don't let them see you.
in. out.
The beings, sated, continue leaving mangled corpses behind.
In. Out.
Wait for rescue. Stay silent.
In. Out.
Crawling from the air vent above, dismiss as paranoia.
In. Out.
In.. Out..
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Predator
She opened her eyes, the long knife feeling warm in her unfamiliar hands. Blood. It was everywhere, covering her forearms, face, clothing. Her hair, down in matted tangles, was even full of the sickly red liquid. Who was she anymore?
A knock sounds on the bunker door. A concerned person, hoping that she was 'alright' and 'had to fight through hell' to get to her. She closed her eyed again.
The man once seen as a friend to her entered the room. It headed towards him, hiding in the long shadows. She nearly awoke in shock when it stabbed him in the stomach, reveling in the feeling of his life-juice spilling down all over its hands. She's too late. She turns away, and closes the door.
It is hungry. Flesh and blood creatures are nearby. Its brethren are climbing the elevator shaft up and up. There is the sound of machine-gun fire and screaming. A calling to entice them up. As the first arrive, the gunfire is paused. Until they realize and screams fill the air.
It throws its head back and laughs hysterically, racing to join the rest of its brethren. Adrenaline is pumping through its own bloodstream. Left and right, it notices the others fall to bullets, It plows on, doing the only thing that feels right, killing.
It feels no pain. It feels no remorse. It finds itself in an air vent. Crawling through, following the stench of fear. It looks down. A person, foolishly trying to hide.
It pounces. It kills. It moves on.
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