Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-30994984-20180315150140/@comment-30994984-20180316122458

Zholdin has a dream. A dream of the surface.

He and 2 others are wandering around on the surface with gas masks and military tactical gear. They are surrounded by a pack of watchmen with demons circling overhead. 2 of the demons pick off some of the watchmen. The group had started firing when some of the watchmen broke out of the pack and advanced towards the group. They had taken out some of the watchmen only for one of the group members to get grabbed and lifted off the ground by a demon.

"Glory in death!" He screamed as he lit a grenade and held it. It blew up and killed the demon and him.

Zholdin looked over at the last member left.

"Typical day in Moscow, yeah?" Zholdin said.

"Yeah." the member said.

"It was an honor travelling with you." Zholdin said with a grim tone of voice.

"The honor was mine." The member said with a smirk on their face.

More watchmen had poured from the circling pack but the 2 had mowed them down with relative ease. Larget numbers had poured from the circling formation and sustained heavy losses before the 2 ran out of ammo.

"Damn. Come get me, Suka!" Zholdin yells at the nearest watchman after pulling out his knife. He proceeded to fight desperately for his life but was overwhelmed and laid there...bleeding out. He saw 2 take a bite to the throat and when they fell Zholdin used his remaining strength to crawl towards 2 and grab their hand.

"We die...with honor." Zholdin said weakly as he watched 2's light leave their eyes. Zholdin lost conciousness from the pain and blood loss while watching the watchmen devour his body from the legs up.

Zholdin wakes up and sits up in his bed with a cold sweat.

"Same nightmare, same as the last 2 weeks."