Redrum99's Blog – July 2010 Archive (3)

It covers me, a crimson mist, I can feel it soaking into my cloths, hot, and sweet.

Such a sweet scent, so much blood….

My hammer digs in deep under a ghoul’s jaw….teeth, and meat crushed under the blow.

More red mist sprays into the air,

The hatchet homes in, and through the rotted neck of once was a teen tart,,,still dressed in a cheerleader’s uniform.

I feel a tingle run through my arms and legs. A red mist fills my vision.

I hunger for more.

I swing in to… Continue

8/15/2010

A small town with a name roughly translated to say “bent ass” in sand script.



8 days before this small town was home to 13 families, 234 people

3 generations of desert nomads that had decided to make a home for themselves.

They had survived sand storms, locus, and Taliban raiders.

60 of the male adults were tough as nails, die hard soldiers from varies armies.

In other words they knew how to fight, knew how to keep their families safe.

5 days… Continue

The blade sunk deep into flesh and skull with a satisfying thump.

I stifle the beginning of a grin underneath my gas mask, must not let the happy come out just yet.

I pull the hatchet from the dead head..heh heh…a small luagh…stile, stifle.

I can hear more of them downstairs…more poor victems…more blood, and flesh.

Something stumbles up the stairs…good, they know I am here..heh heh…stifle.

Meaty fist assault the door, heavy shadows block the light from the… Continue