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new-lorien-artist · 2 years

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i desperately want to know your opinions on five for the character bingo thing

*cracks knuckles* oh I have so many thoughts on one of my favs

"I'm mentally ill about them"

Five as a character is SUCH a useful tool to counter everything the Garde have ever stood and fought for, and his unique upbringing has allowed him to see into this. His environment and training among the Mogadorians parallels what other Garde had with their Cepans, the difference in influence and how much genuine care there was for the children. We also see how a Mogadorian ally could have come to be, how the Mogadorians are incredibly insidious with how they can groom someone into their cause if given the right desires, which, in Five's case, was survival, and then manipulate that into becoming something synonymous with the Mogadorian cause, being power and control. They can even turn Garde against each other, giving Five an out of context clip of Nine killing his own Cepan and portraying it as senseless murder definitive of the Loric people instead of the mercy kill it really was, so Five has not only a reason to suspect he's on the wrong side, but also a grudge against his own people. If anyone had been in the same vulnerable position as Five, and were given the right needs, they could have turned into traitors in time. A traitor AU with ANY of the other Garde is completely feasible in these conditions.

It's also because of his upbringing that he counters the Loric cause with legitimate points that we're forced to acknowledge, such as why in the world did the Elders choose nine specific children to carry the weight of a near extinct species on their backs, to be child soldiers who have to fight for their lives. We don't see this pointed out by the other Cepans, or their Garde. It would have been so interesting to see this food for thought wrap itself around the rest of the characters, to consider just what the Elders were thinking when presented with this solution. We don't know how long the Elders had to think of anything better, or if this was the best outcome out of thousands. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, now that they're stuck with the fallout and have to win a war just to have some peace in their lives. And that's what's pissed Five off so much.

Five also remains consistent with this belief in Reborn, when he came back into the series only because Einar wanted his help to dismantle the Foundation and prevent Human Garde from being taken in and used the same way Five was.

"why do they look like that"

This is more so about Five's physical description and behavior being a standing out feature that separates him from the rest of the characters. He's the only one with a distinctly stocky body shape that gets him insulted by Nine numerous times for looking like that, and his behavior and social abilities are noted by everyone else in not a great light. Orsumfenix wrote an incredible doc that, while it's main purpose is to counter the immense hate that Five has always received, sheds light on the way he was written. Part of the thing that bothers me is how this character coding was used on someone who would eventually become an enemy to the Garde and to the readers, given how his defining traits were used in an onslaught of fatphobic and ableist insults by fans who hate him, instead of, you know, his actions alone being a reason to hate him. Anyone else could have been a fat or neurodivergent character. Why was it just the traitor?

"wasted potential" and "they work better as part of a dynamic"

Five feels underused in his character dynamics with the rest of the cast, which would have enhanced their potency in the later books of the original series. I would've loved to see how he interacts with the rest of the Garde a lot more, especially during one on one sessions, due to the high contrast of beliefs and the honest disdain everyone has with Five ever since his betrayal. They wouldn't voluntarily go out of their way to talk with him, not when he's already broken any bridge of trust they could have with him, so the only ways they would interact are due proximity or out of necessity.

How would a Five and Six conversation end up like? What if he was approached by Marina again? What about Adam, who is a foil to Five in being a traitor to their people and having conflicting beliefs that are outside the box of what they were taught, and have suffered the consequences greatly? What did the Five and Nine fight look like, how they were constantly going for each other's throats but also worked together to fight against the Mogadorians at the same time? What do Ella and John think of Five after having separate close conversations with him, where they understood a distinct facet of his character and struggled to come to terms with that knowledge? There's so much that was lost there and it would have been so fun to see the what ifs.

#you ask i answer #lorien legacies #i am number four #number five #been a five fan for a long while so i've had the time to organize my thoughts on him #trying to look at my favs from a writing approach more so there's a reason why a lot of the boxes i may check off were left blank

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nothingbutfangirlsmut · 4 years

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The Maze Trials: A Gally Fanfiction

Pairing: Gally x Emi(OC)

Summary: Emi, first girl the Glade has seen. Tougher than she looks and more than ready to prove it. Since day one her and Gally have been at each other's throats. Fighting constantly and not just with their words.

(Gally fanfiction which will include smut. It also has an actual story line. Think of it as an AU to the original Maze Runner. It'll mostly follow the main story line with some changes. Mostly focusing on Emi and Gally and their relationship.)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

We stepped into a room filled with monitors and desks. This was the room I was in when I spoke to Thomas in my dream. The only difference now was that the place looked destroyed. Something happened here. I stepped around one of the desks and that's when I saw the dead bodies. Several of them just laying lifeless on the floor. We all walked around slowly trying to look at all the monitors.

"Hello" A woman's voice rang out.

We all moved to stand in front of a large monitor that now displayed an older woman in a white coat.

"My name is doctor Ava Paige. I'm director of operations at the World Catastrophe: Kill Zone Department. If you're watching this that means you've successfully completed the maze trials. I wish I could be there in person to congratulate you."

She paused for a moment as the people behind her seemed to be frightened out of their seats.

"But circumstances seem to have prevented it. I'm sure by now you must all be very confused, angry, frightened. I can only assure you that everything that's happened to you, everything we've done to you, it was all done for a reason."

She paused again as her image changed to other photos as she spoke.

"You won't remember but the sun has scorched our world. Billions of lives lost to fire, famine. Suffering on a global scale. The fallout was unimaginable. What came after was worse. We call it the flare. A deadly virus that attacks the brain. It is violent, unpredictable, incurable. Or so we thought. In time a new generation emerged that could survive the virus. Suddenly there was a reason to hope for a cure. But finding it would not be easy."

The people behind her seemed to be frantically gathering their things.

"The young would have to be tested. Even sacrificed inside harsh environments where their brain activity could be studied. All in an effort to understand what makes them different. What makes you different. You may not realize it but you're very important. Unfortunately your trials have only just begun as you will no doubt soon discover."

Shots seemed to be fired behind the woman.

"Not everyone agrees with our methods. Progress is slow. People are scared. It maybe too late for us. For me. But not for you. The outside world awaits. Remember..."

She paused as the glass behind her was broken with a bullet but didn't shatter. She pulled a small hand gun out of her pocket and pressed it against her temple.

"W.C.K.D. is good"

I turned away as quick as I could from the screen. What the hell was that? I've never felt more confused in my life.

"Over here" Chuck said suddenly.

We all walked over to the boy to see an opened large hall leading to doors at the end. The windows in those doors certainly looked like the sunlight of the outside world. We did it. We made it out.

"No!" The shout came from behind us.

We all turned seeing Gally with a small pistol in his hand. He held it to his side with a shaky hand.

"Gally?" I asked stepping forward.

Minho grabbed my arm pulling me back to his side. He looked sick. Something was wrong and I needed to get to him. I tried to pull my arm from Minho but he tightened his grip keeping me right next to him.

"We can't leave." Gally seemed to be holding back his sobs.

"We did, Gally, we're out. We're free." Thomas said slowly raising his hands.

"Free?" He choked on a sob as he turned his head.

My heart almost stopped. I wrapped my hand around Minho's arm to steady myself. This can't be happening.

"He's been stung." I whispered more to myself.

"You think we're free out there? No. No, there's no escape from this place." Gally raised the gun pointing it straight at Thomas.

"Gally" I cried trying to pull his attention to me.

He started to cry harder but kept everything he had trained on Thomas.

"Gally, listen to me, you're not thinking straight. You're not. Now we can help you." Thomas spoke calmly with his arms raised.

Minho pulled his arm from my grasp. I could feel him moving slowly behind me. I couldn't focus on him though. I could only focus on Gally.

"Just put down the gun." Thomas begged him.

"I belong to the maze." Gally stated.

"Put down the gun." Thomas repeated.

"We all do" Gally cried as he pulled the trigger.

Chaos erupted as the group tried to move in different directions. It was Minho who went in slow motion for me. I watched him pull back and throw the spear he some how got a hold of. I screamed to the top of my lungs when it plunged into Gally's chest. I watched him gasp for air. I tried to run to him but several hands grabbed my arms pulling me back. Gally fell to his knees with a gasp. I cried and fought against the gladers holding me. The gun fell from his hand as he fell over to the ground.

"No!" I screamed trying to rip myself out of their hold.

"Thomas" Chuck said softly.

The young boy started to fall but Thomas grabbed him. This caught the attention of the gladers holding me back. I was released. I ran full speed to where Gally lay. He was still alive but barely. His breathing was shallow.

"It's gonna be okay." I cried softly as I softly stroked his cheek.

I pressed my forehead against his as I cried. I can't loose him. Walking away from him in the Glade was horrible but I knew he was alive and could be happy again. This... this I can't handle. I can't let him die. I'll do anything.

"Please Gally, be strong and stubborn. If you die I die. Please." I sobbed holding onto him as tightly as I could.

A small quiet groan came from Gally's lips. I moved closer to his face.

"I..." he took in a small weak breath.

"Love..." another shallow breath.

"You" He finished letting a slow breath leave him.

I sobbed trying to hold on to him as tight as I could.

"I love you Gally." I whispered back to him.

I pressed my lips to his hoping to feel him kiss me back but I felt nothing. I kissed him harder. He has to know. I need him to know.

My body was suddenly off the ground. I was being picked up and thrown over someone's shoulder. I could barely see Gally threw my blurry vision but it looked as if he was reaching out to me.

"Gally!" I screamed trying to free myself from the strangers hold.

"I can't leave him!" I cried banging on the person's back.

A sudden blinding light caused me to close my eyes. I was tossed to the floor of something. As I opened my eyes blinking back my tears I saw them toss Thomas inside beside me. Minho tried to grab me but I jerked out of his hold.

"Thomas" I sobbed looking at my brother.

He instantly grabbed me and pulled me against him. He held me tightly as I sobbed into his shirt. What happens now? How do I live a life knowing Gally is gone? It doesn't feel right.

"One day at a time." Thomas whispers into my hair as he holds me.

"That's all we can do. One day at a time." He whispered again.

I knew what he meant. In the chaos I had noticed Chuck laying lifeless on the ground. The thought of my friend and Gally both dying when we were so close had me sobbing even harder into Thomas.

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Book 2 coming soon!

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#nothingbutfangirlsmut #the maze trials #the maze runner #gally imagine #gally smut #gally #gally x reader #tmr gally #original character

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maximumsnow · 4 years

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Half Life VR But The AI Is Self Aware, HLVRAI - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Gordon Freeman, Tommy Coolatta, Dr. Coomer (Half-Life), Bubby (Half-Life), Benrey (Half-Life)

Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-typical swearing, Basically an au exploring what if HLVRAI followed Half Life a little more closely, Au where there isn't a betrayal in that one spot, Mainly was wondering what would happen to the others if they hadn't been in on it., Some things change some don't, Oh also this is sort of intended as a not a game au Summary:Anyone who knows original Half-Life knows that the ambush happens in that spot no matter what. What would have happened if the ambush was as rough for the others? Chapter Summary: We meet up with some friendly and some not so friendly faces.

The locker room’s other entrance opened up to a break area for the lab workers on this side of the complex. Immediately to their left, there were vending machines, but before Gordon could fully lift his crowbar to the soda one, Tommy shook his head vehemently. “We-we can do that later.”

“Yeah, when we’re not in danger,” Bubby added on curtly and tried to push Gordon’s shoulder so that he would move.

Utterly shocked that Tommy turned down the opportunity for free soda, Gordon was stunned in place. He had only started the action with the assumption that Tommy and probably Bubby would want to continue things as usual, but hearing them both shoot down the idea threw that out the window.

It made something in his chest twist in concern.

When he could get his feet to move, he could see more of the break area. There was a section with more comfortable chairs parked in front of a TV that now only showed multi-colored bars that usually preceded a service announcement. There was also a shelf with books, but the chairs by that weren’t nearly as comfortable looking.

… He could almost hear Coomer going on his chair spiel. A part of him hoped that he would be able to actually hear it again.

The eating area looked like a tornado had spawned long enough just enough to throw the tables and chairs around before disappearing again. What was more concerning was that there was a pool of something dark as ink in the middle of the room that then turned into a large, smeared trail on the floor leading down the hallway to the offices.

“Well, that’s not terrifying,” Gordon said when they stopped at it. “Hey didn’t you- WAIT, DON’T TOUCH IT!” Bubby had knelt down to poke at the strange substance, but Gordon was quick to yank him away from it by the back of his labcoat.

“What was that for?” Bubby was clearly unhappy at being manhandled and grabbed at Gordon’s hand to make him let go.

With him out of danger, Gordon released his hold on Bubby. “We don’t know what that is! For all we know, it could be poison or something that will make your finger fall off!”

“Hey guys, isn’t there- Didn’t you say that there’s a big monster in here? Killing the military? Maybe this is its blood?” Tommy managed to cut off any further sniping by directing them back to the present problem. “Also, why haven’t we seen any dead soldiers?”

“I didn’t see it killing them. I just assumed it since they never came back.” Bubby readjusted his glasses as he continued looking at the blood-like substance. “… Looks like they did a number on it here, though.”

“It’s not green like the other aliens’ blood we’ve seen...” Whatever the hell it was, it wasn’t something they had dealt with before. While Gordon didn’t care if the soldiers survived or not, he hoped that they had taken care of the creature. It had to have been massive to leave that much blood here, and he was unsure if Tommy was good enough to take out something that big in a few shots.

Any further musing was interrupted by something moving out the corner of his eye, and his head shot up along with the others. Tommy was already pointing his gun down the hallway where Gordon could see something moving. The flickering lights made it difficult to make out exactly what it was, but he could tell it was humanoid and dragging something behind it.

It raised its free arm and waved. “Hello! It’s me! Your friend, Dr. Coomer!” The voice immediately put Gordon and the others at ease. Bubby no longer looked like he was going to bolt, and Tommy pointed his gun down.

As Coomer got closer, he could see that he was dragging a sledgehammer-like contraption straight out of Fallout. After a minute, he shifted his grip and then balanced the unwieldy weapon across his shoulders.

He was also completely ignoring the blood trail and walking in it.

Gordon tried to wave him down before he took another step. “Hey- uh, Hey. Coomer? Hey Coomer? You probably don’t want to walk in that.”

“I’ll be fine! A little alien blood never hurt anyone.” Coomer continued his casual stroll towards them, but he did get out of the trail. Once he was close enough, Gordon couldn’t help but look him over.

Dr. Coomer appeared perfectly fine. There weren’t any notable injuries, and while his clothes looked dirty, that wasn’t exactly new. The only new addition to his ensemble was the souped up sledgehammer.

“God, I’m so glad you’re okay,” Gordon couldn’t help but say as he patted him on the shoulder. “Was getting worried about you.”

“I’m in tip-top shape! Handling a couple of boot boys was no trouble for me.” He also didn’t seem too perturbed by The Incident. Which was fine, Gordon guessed; he wouldn’t say no to a little normalcy. At least the Science Team was mostly back together now.

“Any idea what made this shithole a bigger mess than usual?” Bubby impatiently asked.

“Oh, probably the fight between that alien monster and a group of soldiers, Professor.”

“Doctor.” Predictably, Bubby corrected Coomer and Gordon contained his groan as he prepared to get the topic back on track of Alien Monster Fighting the Soldiers.

Until Coomer said, “My apologies, Doctor.” Bubby’s eyebrows drew together, and his eyes narrowed when their usual bit didn’t continue, but Gordon sighed in relief. “Anyway, there were a lot of them running through and throwing explosives, so I decided to hide.”

“What did the monster look like?”

“I didn’t get a good look since I had to hide. Though, I think I saw colors that didn’t exist! All I can tell you was that it was bigger than a human, had claws, and it went that way.” Coomer emphasized his point by pointing towards the exit. Where the trail clearly lead. “Which is also the only way to go if you want to find someone who can let us out of here.”

Gordon tangled a hand in his hair before smoothing it back. “Great, so we still don’t know what it is, and we have to go that way.”

“You got it!”

“… Thanks.” Gordon wasn’t frustrated with him, but it would have been nice to know what they might be walking into.

“Let’s get a move on, gentlemen.” Coomer wasted no time in leading them down the hallway; taking the lead from Tommy as if that was the most natural thing in the world. Gordon nearly called Coomer back to fix the marching order, but then he noticed that Tommy’s hold on his gun had loosened considerably.

Maybe giving Tommy a break would be a good thing.

The floor sloped upwards, and while the angle wasn’t steep, the inky fluid that had smeared itself everywhere made the trip more perilous than it should have been. Even if the possible alien blood was harmless, it still made the floor sticky, and Tommy had had to offer a steadying arm more than once to the two injured parties.

Coomer kept his lead and didn’t look back.

He did, however, stop when the hall took a sharp turn, and he held up a hand for them to stop once they finally caught up with him.

Bubby opened his mouth to snap a question when an unknown voice shouted, “What the actual fuck!?” The heavily filtered voice made everyone freeze in place with bated breath. “What did they find down here?”

A different voice answered, “Dunno and don’t care. Smith says he took care of it, but to keep an eye out while we pick up the goods.”

As the conversation continued, they noticed that the voices were getting closer. Coomer hefted the sledgehammer as he readied a swing, and Gordon began nudging Bubby backwards. Thankfully, the stubborn man took the hint and ducked behind the human with literal body armor.

The casual reference to “goods” probably meant Bubby and Coomer, since it appeared that Tommy’s earlier guess about the military wanting any Black Mesa experiments they could get their hands on was correct. It pissed him off. Bubby and Coomer were people, and he didn’t doubt that the military planned on treating them as far less than that.

Maybe it was dumb of Gordon to insist on staying in front of him, but even if Bubby was more durable than most humans, Gordon didn’t want him getting more hurt than he already was.

The pair of soldiers that rounded the corner never stood a chance. One precise shot from Tommy, and the one without a gas mask was down, and the other one’s head was caved in and flattened with one swing from Coomer’s weapon.

Ignoring the blood that had splattered onto him, Coomer quickly knelt down to grab at the assault rifle, but tumbled backwards when shouting echoed through the hallway. “There they are! Get them!” The sound of heavy boots running towards them was unmistakable.

As was the sight of a grenade landing right in front of them.

“SHIT, GOTTA MOVE!” Gordon had already started backing up before turning around and bolting down the hallway while pushing Bubby ahead of him. They made it back to the first turn when the explosion went off. Thankfully, they were far enough away to avoid the worst of it, but Gordon could still feel some shrapnel bouncing off the HEV suit even at that distance.

A quick head count told him that Bubby and Coomer had followed, and while Coomer’s presence was a little surprising, the immediate problem was that Tommy was nowhere to be seen.

“TOMMY!?” There wasn’t a white coat on the floor with the now decimated soldier corpses, but that didn’t mean he was safe. In fact, given the fact that Gordon could hear bullets being exchanged, it meant that Tommy was in even more danger. He wasted no time in trying to charge back up the hallway, even as his legs protested all the extra movement. “He must’ve gone ahead!”

Coomer was quick to outpace him even while carrying the sledgehammer. “HYAAH!” The shout was loud enough to make Gordon’s ears ache, and he couldn’t help but slow down as the stout scientist sprinted past.

Bubby wasn’t far behind, but he stopped to pick up the now ownerless assault rifle. The confident smirk was back on his face. “Let’s give them hell!” He shouted before hobbling up as quickly as he could.

Gordon kept up with Bubby and entered what he vaguely recognized as a lobby with skylights. He didn’t get much time to look at much else before a bullet ricocheted way too close to him. Bubby was already shooting back, and he could see Tommy ducked down behind a barrier reloading. Coomer’s zealous sprint had taken him to the far side of the lobby already, and given the blood splatter on the walls nearby and on Coomer himself, he had already taken someone out.

No one else saw the camouflaged figure stalking its way behind Tommy’s position.

Gordon charged towards him as he yelled, “Tommy, watch out!” He could see Tommy’s head jerk up and around, but the soldier had already leveled his shotgun to take a shot in point blank range.

Without much thought, Gordon did the only thing he knew he could do. His momentum carried him straight into Tommy, knocking them both over and onto the ground. He could feel the bullets whiz by overhead, and one pinged off the back of the HEV suit.

He heard the soldier suddenly start choking, and when he could make himself focus again, he could see that Tommy somehow managed to keep his grip on his gun and shot the soldier in the throat from his position on the floor.

The soldier collapsed in a miserable pile, leaving his shotgun up for grabs. Gordon scrambled off of Tommy to grab it before thinking to ask, “You okay? And uh, do you want this?”

Tommy’s breathing hadn’t slowed down yet, but he gave a shaky smile. “I’m f-fine. Thanks, Mr. Freeman. And uh, you should take that for now.” With that line, he stood back up and fired a round at the soldier that he had been playing sniper war with.

He just won, judging by the lack of a responding bullet.

Gordon checked the shotgun’s ammo as he kept an eye on the others, and once he was satisfied with it, he slowly got himself up. He knew his body was going to hate him in the morning, but he had to make sure they all got to see that morning.

Bubby had taken cover behind the reception desk while exchanging shots with a pair of soldiers hiding behind some metal crates, and after checking for danger, Gordon ran towards him with Tommy following.

With all three of them ducked behind the desk, Bubby snarled, “They keep hiding before I can blow their brains out!”

“Got any explosives? Maybe we can flush them out?” Gordon suggested as he tried to peek over the desk. A gunshot made him fall back down quickly while clenching the shotgun.

“I’ve- I’ve got a grenade.” Tommy offered before pulling out the referenced weapon.

Bubby reached over Gordon to snatch it out of Tommy’s hand. “Yes, that will work. But I need someone to distract them before I can throw it.”

Again, with barely a thought, Gordon acted on impulse and threw the shotgun he had just acquired into the middle of the room. The thunk and clatter of the tossed firearm drew the attention of the soldiers for just long enough for Bubby to stand up and toss the grenade right behind the boxes they had hidden behind.

The explosion was preceded by a couple of muffled swears, but once the dust settled, silence fell over the lobby. Behind the desk, the three Science Team members kept quiet as they all listened for the heavy footsteps that they had all come to associate with the US military.

After minute that felt like hours, Tommy slowly stood up and scanned the room. Once he deemed it safe, he gestured for the others to stand, and Gordon was able to finally get a good look at what remained of the lobby.

The room had been taken over as a military outpost, but this one was wrecked even more than usual after one of their fights. There were a lot more bodies that Gordon knew they had put there, and it looked like several of them were missing pieces. There was also the matter of the dark blood splattering random parts of the floor and walls from the creature getting shot and blown up.

What the fuck? How was it still moving? And how did that one guy ‘handle it???’ He could see that the trail lead down the open hallway, and he had to assume that it had chased its prey in that direction.

“Where’s Dr. Coomer?” Tommy’s question was a much more immediate concern, and Gordon quickly looked around as his heart rate picked back up.

“Last I saw, he took out someone by the exit over there,” He finally said. “Shit, did he go ahead?”

“Probably. Pretty sure I saw a soldier take off that way.” Bubby had made his way over to the shotgun that Gordon had carelessly thrown. “Since you tossed it at the first opportunity, I’m guessing you don’t want it.”

“I didn’t-” He caught himself and sighed. “You know what? Fine, you can have it.” Clearly his head was not on straight if his first instinct was to throw the gun and not the crowbar. Bubby seemed pleased to rebuild his arsenal, anyway, so Gordon let the matter go.

“How about I go get Coomer while you guys stock up?” He wasn’t too worried about Coomer, but he didn’t want the guy to get too far ahead. And since he didn’t doubt Coomer’s efficiency, it was very unlikely that there were any survivors.

He also didn’t want to waste the opportunity for them to restock their supplies, and between all the supply crates and dead soldiers, they could easily get back up to their pre-ambush levels.

Tommy’s eyebrows drew together in concern. “Are you- Are you sure, Mr. Freeman?”

“Yeah, I should be fine. You and Bubby just pick everything clean, and we can distribute it once I get back.” The nonchalant wave he did was definitely forced, but they didn’t need to worry. “We heard them say that they ‘took care of the problem’, so whatever was making such a mess is gone, too.” With his crowbar in hand, he crossed the remainder of the lobby and entered the next hallway.

“Don’t stay gone too long!” Bubby’s shout followed him.

As he rounded the first corner, he was met with yet another dead soldier, and he elected to not inspect the blunt force damage too closely. The adrenaline was wearing off, and he could feel the aches in his muscles protesting again along with his head. No point in tempting fate and making himself sick in the process.

The path split, but since one direction was blocked off by automatic doors that were refusing to open, he was forced to follow the path the strange creature took. Or that’s what he would guess based on the continued splotches of blood that continued to pop up.

Even if the thing was dead, what was left behind sure made him feel like he was walking into a horror movie.

There were stairs going upwards in the side hallway, and soon he realized that he was standing on the balcony overseeing the lobby. Bubby and Tommy were currently dumping everything they found behind the desk, but didn’t seem to notice his presence above them. Just the sight of his friends helped ground him and quieted his anxieties that threatened to overtake him.

But he didn’t want to disturb them with his illogical worries right now, so he continued his trek.

The next hallway quickly rounded another corner and lead into another set of automatic doors. Through the window, he could see Coomer’s familiar head of white hair, and didn’t think twice about marching forward.

As the doors opened, Gordon raised a hand to wave and said, “Hey, Dr. Coomer-” He stopped as he took in the sight.

Coomer had his sledgehammer swung back like he was about to play a strength game at a carnival as he apparently aimed at something on the specimen table.

That something was the spitting image of Coomer with cloth tightly bound over his mouth, and he was lacking arms and legs.

#My writing #Hlvrai #Gordon Hlvrai #Tommy Coolatta #Bubby #Dr Coomer

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