Readying himself for another round of guilt trip while reminding himself why he was doing this in the first place. He finally arrives to his second small tent, just a few meters away from where he had his first taste of murder. Doing his usual routine of checking his surroundings and peeking inside to make sure the poor soul is still asleep, and after careful consideration that everything is in order. He finally arrives in front of his second unwary victim.
Inhaling a deep breath, he couldn't help himself from frowning from the horrible smell.
"....ok, it's understandable that they'd stink. It's not like they can take a bath whenever they like...anyway, I'm sorry man, just doing what needs to be done."
After carefully positioning himself, he was already about to stab this unsuspecting stranger but stop himself just in time because he heard someone passing by, and he couldn't help himself to stop breathing, not until he no longer hear footsteps that he finally exhaled. Clutching his chest for his heart was pounding too hard and the dread that he almost got captured, almost gave him a panic attack. Forgetting the smell, he just keeps inhaling and exhaling deeply, almost like his hyperventilating just to calm himself down.
"Fuck! I don't think I can do this. Shit!"
After a few minutes of just staring down at the ground, Nemitz started to hate himself, hating how his life turned out, and even started hating being born. Since the day he came here, his spirit is already crumbling and both his ego and pride is almost becoming non-existent. Remembering back on his life, he wasn't always like this. He was just a normal average guy. Doing his best for having a fulfilling life, or at least minimizing the things he would later regret. He wasn't afraid of having his hands dirty as long as it benefits him or his family. But after coming here, he felt lost.
He always read those stories and imagining he was those protagonists and what he would do if he were in their place. But instead of having a strong plot armor or started being overpowered, he was just himself. And it felt ironic, that even in his good days when he felt confident that he could do anything, in this place he was just one of those cannon fodders.
Right now, just being alive is already somewhat of a miracle. And as hard for him to admit it, since day one in this world, he became a miserable annoying crybaby. He's courage and determination only last for a few moments and after a few set backs, and he's already spiraling back to where he started. He's character has no development at all.
"Ok, enough with the self-pity and let's do what I came here for."
With the same routine of admonishing himself after having an existential crisis, holding the gun for self-assurance that if he ever gets caught he still has his last resort.
After a few deep breaths, he was already stabbing his second unlucky bandit. And as usual, his work was sloppy and messy, but at least it gets the job done and as long as nobody gets alerted, it wouldn't matter if he gets all kinds of shit splattering on him.
Doing the same thing on what he did on the first tent, instead of just going to his next target, this time he searched the tent thoroughly for anything useful and small enough for him to add to his load. Hoping that maybe this guy has better equipment that the other one.
After coming to his third tent, after doing the routine of checking, this time he waited for a few minutes to observe if anyone would pass by and when he's confident enough that its safe. He went to working to his next target. This time he learned a little not to over stab the poor bastard, and he was calm enough to notice when his victim stopped breathing. And after that, he just did the same as he did with the other 2 tents.
As he went on his killing spree, doing the same thing that starts with picking a target, check, a bit of waiting, kill the unlucky bastard and looting after. But it wasn't all easy, there were times that he almost got caught and as usual, he would be back to his miserable self of self-pity, and with the doom and gloom mindset.
On his 8th tent, when he thought that it would be the same, he finally found himself with an empty tent.
"Of course, there would be empty tents, its not like everybody's asleep. Guess i'll just search for anything useful. I still have a few hours left... hopefully..."
After a bit of searching, Nemitz was about to go when he heard footsteps coming. As he is, he almost got a panic attack not knowing what to do. But as adrenaline kick in and the instinct to survive propelling him to think how to get out of this situation, he finally moved.
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"Dammit! I really hate that bastard, it's been hours when I finish guard duty, and he just relieved me. When we get back to HQ, i'mma kill him this time for sure."
After coming inside his tent, he found that his supposed bed is occupied by someone else. Almost losing his temper and kicking the intruder, but after thinking it through it might be just someone who mistook his tent for his own, after all, its dark outside and everybody's tired if not for guard duty, searching for that slippery couple.
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That 'intruder' was none other than Nemitz himself, adrenaline and instinct might have calmed him down and propelled him to think of a way out of his situation, but it doesn't mean he became smart enough to know what to do. And with nothing else, he just thought maybe pretending to be asleep might do the trick. Well, at least he ain't completely wrong. He's still alive, after all.
~Ok, i'm still alive, and he doesn't seem to notice me?...
"Hey! Wake up, dumbass! This isn't your tent!"
Startled by the sudden kick, Nemitz doesn't know what to do, he has no confidence in subduing the guy, he might have experience fighting in his early days, but that was a kids fight, or just guys fighting over women or just because of a game but here in this world, life was the price of losing. The Worst part, if he loses, he might not even have the time to do his last resort. He doesn't want to get chained up and get tortured. Not knowing what to do he could only respond with a grunt and hoping the guy wouldn't ask too many questions.
"Get up already you dumb bastard!"
Hoping that having a mask wouldn't be too suspicious, after all, some of them bandits wears them. As he gets up, he just holds his knife out of sight of the bandit in case everything went to shit. And just slowly move out of the way and tried passing the bandit to go outside without saying anything. Luckily the man doesn't seem to mind and just started unpacking, maybe readying himself to go to bed.
Heaving a sigh, Nemitz with full of sweat, finally release a bit of tension from his body, and trying to calm the pounding of his heart. He was nervous at the time when someone passed by the tent, but from this, almost getting caught, and by some miracle he got out of that situation, is nerve wracking. He almost falls to his knees from all the shaking.
"...Ok, I survive that somehow. Guess disguises works. Phew~"
Looking around if someone else noticed him, luckily the patrols don't seem to mind him. Finally, getting himself together, he went back to his killing mission. Even if he was a nervous wreck, he can't waste too much time. He already wasted enough of it from the beginning with all the guilt and from what just happened. Especially now, that he realizes that he has this advantage, his disguise seems to work or maybe the bandits here thought that there wouldn't be someone stupid enough to disguise himself and do a killing spree in the middle of their camp. So he needs double time and kill as many as he could before sunrise or at least til someone notices something's wrong, and get the hell out of here.