In a fraction of a second he leapt at the nearest one and tore its head off its shoulders. There were another three zombies in the room, all facing him and shambling in his direction. The Marine tore his remaining arm free as well only to hear the same grotesque groaning continue. With a fresh surge of determination, the Marine tore his right arm free of its restraints and smashed it into the creature’s face, feeling blood roar in his ears as he grabbed the zombie’s head and crushed it against the edge of the coffin. The tattered white clothes it wore identified it as a former scientist, not a grave threat but still capable of injuring the chained Marine. Its flesh hung off its bones in thick, sloughy folds, a deep gaping hole in its skull where the eyes should have been.
He turned his head to find a zombified human standing only a few meters away. A harsh guttural groaning coming from his right side, accompanied by the unmistakable smell of putrefied flesh. He lay bound on his back by thick metal chains, the top of his sarcophagus lifted and his slumber at long last broken.Ī new sound drew the Marine’s attention. His heart beat strong and steady in his chest, his breaths deep and invigorating. The Marine was awake, and he was very much alive. The Black Mountains, the Blood Temple, the world crumbling at his feet and the very sky crashing down on him, trapping him in a dark stone prison. He remembered the violence, the carnage, the chaos. A flaming sword, crowned by Four Sigils of Ascension, striking down the fires of Hell. A siren loudly blared as the strobing light pierced the darkness.Ī glowing crimson mark burned overhead.
Pray, plead, and beg, with every fiber of your soul, that God's wrath does not find you." Pray not for God's blessing, but for His abandon.Ībove all, fear. Pray not for God's grace, but for His apathy. "Pray not for God's word, but for His silence.
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