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<blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 787891" data-attributes="member: 10680"><p><strong>1st Floor – Entrance Hall</strong></p><p>Clairemont Mansion</p><p></p><p>Michael walks over to the rest of his team, the table leg relaxed but ready in his hand. He can see the others there, all in battle or ready for it. Their faces show the signs of their struggle against terror. Michael squints his eyes, he can't quite make out what they're fighting against...</p><p></p><p>Using his new-found courage to hopefully boost the morale of the others, he speaks to them, his voiced raised and carrying a rallying tone: "I'm here, let's deal with this..."</p><p></p><p><em>"This...", this 'what'? Even the look on the Sergeants face was enough to scare me badly, what could it be? Maybe I just overreacted, maybe it isn't that bad, it's probably jus-</em></p><p></p><p>The thought ends there, as Michael sees the monstrosity for the first time. It hits all of his sense at the same time: the stench of decay, the gnashing sound of half-gone teeth chewing human flesh, the sight of the blood running from its mouth, a chunk of flesh falling out of its half-rotten mouth, hitting the clean marble floor with a hideous sound.</p><p>As Michael instantly becomes aware of what the creature must be, his mouth falls opens and his breathing stops for an instant. </p><p></p><p>The private raggedly draws breath through his open mouth, trying to swallow, but failing to. He tries to close his eyes, to will away the horror before him, but the control of his body has left him.</p><p></p><p>His eyes remain fixed on the creature, staring, as his ears vaguely register the sound of wood falling on marble, the table leg hanging limply in Michael's hand.</p><p></p><p>From the distance, far away, there came a sound, a message that gets through to Michael's ears. "Thank you...", words spoken by a voice full of scars, a voice of sorrow. The voice he recognizes, it belongs to a blonde girl, a child only, whom he had protected once, a girl that he had comforted in grief.</p><p></p><p>And still, before his eyes, there is this abomination of life, this walking corpse, the sight of which is keeping Michael entranced. As sunglasses to shield from the sun, Michael summons before his eyes the picture of the girl's face, her gray eyes below blonde hair, her tears falling on the picture of her sister, a picture which she is slowly caressing.</p><p></p><p>Michael closes his eyes, the image still firmly in mind. He takes a short shaky step towards the moving corpse, dragging the make-shift club behind him. He closes his mouth and inhales deeply, summoning courage and strength for another step. The pugnant stench of death hits him, nearly overwhelmes him again. The image before Michael's eyes wavers, but holds. He takes another step, and another. </p><p></p><p><em>Dear Lord, please grant me strength and courage.</em></p><p></p><p>Michael straightens, brings up his club before him and opens his eyes...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Fanog, post: 787891, member: 10680"] [b]1st Floor – Entrance Hall[/b] Clairemont Mansion Michael walks over to the rest of his team, the table leg relaxed but ready in his hand. He can see the others there, all in battle or ready for it. Their faces show the signs of their struggle against terror. Michael squints his eyes, he can't quite make out what they're fighting against... Using his new-found courage to hopefully boost the morale of the others, he speaks to them, his voiced raised and carrying a rallying tone: "I'm here, let's deal with this..." [i]"This...", this 'what'? Even the look on the Sergeants face was enough to scare me badly, what could it be? Maybe I just overreacted, maybe it isn't that bad, it's probably jus-[/i] The thought ends there, as Michael sees the monstrosity for the first time. It hits all of his sense at the same time: the stench of decay, the gnashing sound of half-gone teeth chewing human flesh, the sight of the blood running from its mouth, a chunk of flesh falling out of its half-rotten mouth, hitting the clean marble floor with a hideous sound. As Michael instantly becomes aware of what the creature must be, his mouth falls opens and his breathing stops for an instant. The private raggedly draws breath through his open mouth, trying to swallow, but failing to. He tries to close his eyes, to will away the horror before him, but the control of his body has left him. His eyes remain fixed on the creature, staring, as his ears vaguely register the sound of wood falling on marble, the table leg hanging limply in Michael's hand. From the distance, far away, there came a sound, a message that gets through to Michael's ears. "Thank you...", words spoken by a voice full of scars, a voice of sorrow. The voice he recognizes, it belongs to a blonde girl, a child only, whom he had protected once, a girl that he had comforted in grief. And still, before his eyes, there is this abomination of life, this walking corpse, the sight of which is keeping Michael entranced. As sunglasses to shield from the sun, Michael summons before his eyes the picture of the girl's face, her gray eyes below blonde hair, her tears falling on the picture of her sister, a picture which she is slowly caressing. Michael closes his eyes, the image still firmly in mind. He takes a short shaky step towards the moving corpse, dragging the make-shift club behind him. He closes his mouth and inhales deeply, summoning courage and strength for another step. The pugnant stench of death hits him, nearly overwhelmes him again. The image before Michael's eyes wavers, but holds. He takes another step, and another. [i]Dear Lord, please grant me strength and courage.[/i] Michael straightens, brings up his club before him and opens his eyes... [/QUOTE]
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