!!0fEYB5hrFn3 08/05/10(Thu)04:38 No.11534429
Oh dear god you say aloud as you enter, the horrific scene reaching at your sanity. The door had been kicked in earlier, ripping off the various locks, enabling anyone to get in if they wanted. Why anyone would want in now though, is anyone's guess, but you rather wouldn't. You double over onto you knees as you get a frsh look at the carnage. The floor is littlered with limbs, chrage packs, bullets and blood. The main room, about tewnty feet by twenty feet, had been destroyed by battle, and desecrated by the victor. Several men have been gutted and torn apart, organs laying on the ground for all to see. A few have been nailed to the wall like some sort of macabre cross, all headless. They hang by nothing but there hands, which have been pierced through the palms by metal spikes. On the ground in the middle of the room, lies the sergeant from before. His jaw is missing, and there seems to be a ballpeen hammer stuck in his forehead, his brain oozing from the wound.
In one corner, you find the heads. All have been scalped, there tops exposed for all to see. You grab at your face, trying to take hold of the reality before you. And in the other coner is the perpitrator of the crime against humanity. He sits calmly down on a metal bench, as calm as if he has at home watching a television show. HIs flak armor is covered in blood, as is his face and scraggily beard. You avoid his eyes, afraid of what you might see, and instead focus on the aze in his hands that he's sharpening.
The man notices you, and with an abosulutely calm and normal smile says, "Why hello, who are you? What a wonderful thing it is, to see someone else alive. These guys aren't much to talk to, you now?" He guetures at the dead a s he speaks, making it sure who he's talking about.
What do you do?