Entering a seventh room of the level 1, Thomas (again) didn't found anything. It was like his luck was stuck near the entrance to this level. Each room he checked was empty or filled with explosive traps that were trying to kill him.
"Where are the supplies you talked about M.E.G.!" Thomas shouted as his silent, echoing steps was the only response he got. The buzzing sound of the level 0 was finally gone and he was thankfull for that, but now, this silence in the Level 1 was killing him!
Aproaching another door, he grabed the handle but it was locked.
"FUCK!" Thomas kicked the door with anger in an attempt to open it and he did so.
The white door flew open as two wooden crates were present, lying in the middle of the room, enveloped in darkness.
"Finally!" he said while turning on his flashlight but, taking a step forward, he froze.
"Wait a minute!" he looked around the room and felt somehow a bad vibe in the air.
"There must be a reason why it was locked... right. There is always a reason when someone is locking a door..."
Therefore, Thomas aimed at one of the boxes and threw his ice axe at it, breaking it with ease as the axe got stuck in one of the pieces of the wooden box and landed on the stuff that was inside but nothing else happened. No explosion followed, nothing, making the room fall silent again. Deadly silent!
"Hmmm it looks like I was wrong... but still" his instincts were screaming at Thomas to wait a little longer.
And thanks to his instincts, Thomas' life was saved without him even knowing.
Waiting a little longer about few seconds, Thomas was about to take a step into the room when a quiet, almost not noticeable ticking sound started comming from the second box.
"Shit!" Thomas quickly jumped to the left side, away from the doorway as an explosion, followed by flying throwing-knifes that flew through the opened doorway and got stuck in the ceiling of the room Thomas was now in, echoed through the entire level.
Getting up, he spoke: "That was close!" as he patted his clothes and slowly approached the doorway.
Inside the room he was looking in, on the grey floor were lying bunch of supplies in a circle formed by the explosion while three throwing knifes were stuck in the wall and one in the doorway.
Pulling the one knife out of the wooden doorway, Thomas tucked it behind his belt and approached the supplies on the ground that were in the exploded box.
Supplies present:
3x Almond water bottles, 4x Beef Jerky, 1x Cake covered with vanilla pudding and hidden in a packaging, and a blue climbing rope.
"I must have a lucky day! The food looks dellicious!" Thomas spoke to himself and was about to open one of the beef jerky's packages but then, the tough truth hit him.
"I don't have a backpack! Fuck!" he slamed his fist against the ground as a horryfying male scream suddenly came from next room.
"What the-" Thomas quickly got up and looked around. Seeing his ice axe near him, he droped the beef jerky back on the pile of food and went for the axe and pulled her out from the piece of the wooden crate in which she was stuck in.
"HELP MEE!!!!" was heard again followed by four gunshots, painfull screams and dead silence.
"Fuck..." Thomas whispered with wide eyes and looked around the room in fear. There was stuff almost in each corner of the room but no place to hide. In one corner was a bottle of Almond water but it was destroyed by the explosion as the liquid was wetting the floor, in other were bunch of cryons with something that looked like a black wig and behind him was an engine part!
"I have no place to hide!" he whispered with fear as something started slaming against the door further away from him. Door he didn't saw at first but now, whatever was behind them, showed him there are actually another door.
"I'm going to do this. I need to do this! There can't be nothing worse than what I saw already!" he said to himself and with new motivation, Thomas get up from the floor and tightened his grip on the red ice axe.
"Okay, come on now you ugly bitch! Show yourself!" shouted Thomas as the door finally flew open and the creature walked in.
"Skin-stealer huh" Thomas spoke as the creature walked in, followed by another one, but the second one had two holes in it's chest.
"That's a tough one!" Thomas smiled as the creatures finally noticed his presence and started running at him with disgusting shrieks, trying to scare him.
Thomas turned and started running too but back to the previous room where he turned and threw the throwing-knife from his belt, he pulled out from the doorway, at the first skin stealer that was after him. The creature falled on the ground as the kinfe hit him and started shaking and screaming, trying to pull out the knife that pierced it's eye.
"Gotcha~" Thomas whispered and prepared himself for the second one that was right behind the one that was hit.
The second one stoped in the doorway and looked at his comrade who stoped moving and died, releasing a really ugly smell with and unknow, black liquid.
The second S-S looked at Thomas and screamed as sharp claws started comming from it's hands and his teeth sharpened somehow and grew in size.
"Well, that's special... Come on! Show me what you got you ugly bastard!" Thomas said as he possitioned himself and was ready for the S-S's attack.
With nasty shrieks, the creature ran at Thomas who waited for it to get closer to him.
When it was about two meters away from him, Thomas moved his axe towards the creature with every piece of strength he could muster, piercing it into the creature's skull while the creature slashed Thomas' arm where he was holding the axe.
The creature falled on the ground dead, releasing the nasty substance again, filling the entire room with disgusting smell while Thomas falled on his knees.
"Gross" he said and pulled his axe out from the S-S's skull. While trying to stand up and turn back towards the room with his supplies, Thomas saw a slight movement in his peripheral vision and when he fully turned, something suddenly jumped and pined him down on the ground again with it's weight.
That something was resembling a humanoid dog and right now, it's bitting the middle of Thomas' ice axe, who is holding it with both hands on the edges, with sharp teeth while avoiding his eye contact.
"Get away from me!" Thomas threw the haund with the axe still in it's mouth away from him and tiredly get up while still watching the creature as the blood from his arm was dripping on the floor.
"You are going down today doggy!" he said and suddenly jumped up, pulling out two of the few throwing knifes from the ceiling (that were stuck there from the explosion) with his weight while the haund threw away the ice axe and leaped at him angrily.
"Good night doggy!" he said as he landed on his back and the haund landed on him again but now, one knife was in the haund's chest and one ended right after in it's skull.
"This is too much" Thomas threw away the haund while pulling the knifes out from it's body and getting up:
"I need to find a backpack and medical equipment... and fast!" he said while he beggin to walk inside the supply room like a zombie, avoiding the S-Ss' dead bodies that at some point of Thomas' and the Haund's fight stoped releasing the smelly liquid but the smell of the corpses was still present.
Suddenly, one of the S-S that 'died' first moved a little and Thomas quickly ended him with the axe before that creature had a chance to got up.
"Stay! Down!" he said and was about to go into the supply room when he saw something under the S-S hand.
Whielding the object from under the creature's sharp claws, he opened it.
It was his wallet as a picture falled on the ground from it.
Picking up the picture, he turned her and saw a woman with a smile on her face while Thomas was giving her a kiss on her cheek.
"I'm sorry Jess... but I'm not going to make it today" he spoke with small tears in his eyes as he tucked the picure into his wallet and hid her back into the back pocket of his jeans.
With a dep breath, he entred the room and seeing the supplies untouched, Thomas was relieved a little but walked pass them and entered the other room from where the creatures came.
In the middle of it was lying a dead man. His face was destroyed and few pieces of his skin were already missing. Slowly approaching the man, Thomas could see that the man tightly holds a pistol but more important was that near him was lying a backpack!
"Jackpot!" Thomas said with a tired smile and quickly went towards the corpse while holding his bleeding arm. Picking up the backpack, Thomas looked at the man in disdain and pulled out the gun from his hand. It was a Makarov PM.
"What a useless gun... Now I know why you died my friend..." Thomas shook his head but took the gun: "But it's better then nothing so I take it, thank you sir!"
Checking the magazine, the pistol still had two rounds inside.
"I'll probably find a target soon so these two are deffinitely stying inside"
Taking the gun and the backpack, Thomas stood up from the ground and slowly went back to his supplies.
"Let's see what we have here" he said and opened the backpack while kneeled in front of the supplies with painfull expresion.
"One almond water, a blue jacket, two bandages, painkillers, batteries... nice and one 9mm. bullet into Makarov... I can use that" Thomas said and started placing the supplies he got from the exploded crate, plus the two almond waters he found near the entrance, into his new backpack. Somehow, they were not destroyed by the creatures which was awesome. Then, he looked around for more but all he found were the useless things he already saw.
"I think it's time for a small snack as a reward but first I need to take care of this!" he looked at his torn leather jacket and slowly undressed his upper body.
His chest already had two healed scars from old cases he went through and now, another is going to be on his arm.
Pulling out the bandages, bottle of Almond water and the painkillers, he opened the bottle and threw two pills into his mouth. Then he took the Almond water and took a few sips.
"Now the harder part" he said and spilled the Almond watter on his arm.
A painfull expresion took over his face completely as he cleared the blood from his wounds. Three deep slashed can be now seen on his right arm as he started tighty badaging them so they can stop bleeding, buying himself a time to find a sewing kit for better treatment.
When he was done, Thomas dressed again but instead of his leather jacket, he took the blue one. Then, he pulled out one beef jerky and one bottle of almond water because the previous one was fully used on cleaning his wounds. After ten minutes of rest and eating, Thomas was full and ready to continue.
The painkillers slowly kicked in as his wounds were not as painfull as they were before.
Entering the room with the corpse, an idea formed in his mind as he kneeled down next to him and searched the corpse's pockets.
Even if it was barbaric, this is survival and everything can help you survive.
Items found:
1x pack of cigarettes with two cigarettes inside, 1x lighter, 1x wallet and in his torn jacket were another three 9mm. bullets.
"Nice, what a waste would it be if I would ignored him" said Thomas and pulled the Makarov from his sheet where he previously had his M1911. Now, his gun is currently in the backpack, still broken, so he temporarily chosed this. It can still kill someone after all.
Reloading the gun, it had now five rounds.
"I can work with that" he spoke in his mind while hidding the gun and then he took one of the cigarettes the man had on himself and lit it with his lighter.
"Thank you... here, this is yours" Thomas placed the man's lighter on his corpse and walked away, leaving only a cloud of smoke behind him while he filled his flashlight with new set of AAA batteries.