Did I go overboard? I think I might've gone overboard...oh well! here you go! This was fun hehe
Torches lined the streets, their flames dwindling in the stale wind and the embers dying a slow death. Screams of the damned echoed deep within the city, oh how the screams echo, haunted and filled with an animalistic rage. The souls of the citizens of this town now transformed and twisted into grotesque creatures of the night; roaming the now bloodstained streets they grew up on. Some of these creatures look canine in nature, while some have no form at all and simply look like a fleshly mound. Every creature is unique, in image and abilities.
But one thing they share is that these forsaken creatures don't think. They hunt, they feast on your being and soul, and they do it all over again in a hopeless effort to satiate a curse, a curse of everlasting hunger that was bestowed upon them. A true nightmare.
Volin pressed a hand against an ancient stone wall, it almost crumbled under his touch as dust flew in the air. His ragged, torn cloak flapped in the wind as he catches his breath, his knees threatening to give out under him. Volin's other hand gripped his gun tightly, despite his body running on fumes he refused to lower his guard. A sudden shriek down the way made him flinch, he wants to investigate but he simply can't, lest he collapse.
How long has it been since he last slept? Volin lost count of the days long ago.
The exhausted man raised a hand and gingerly patted his face, feeling the old bandages that were tightly secured around his face. He needs to change them soon, the dried blood on them must make him look truly ghastly, maybe even more ghastly than the very beast who clawed up his face. Volin gave a hollow chuckle, but winced as a rush of pain flooded his face. His partner would kill him if they saw Volin walking around in this state.
But despite every cell in Volin's bruised, broken body telling him to remain still he steadied himself and looked forward. He can't rest for long, there's very few Stalkers left and there are survivors that need their help- He wouldn't be able to live with himself if a survivor got turned into a meal while he decided to take a moment to rest. No, he has to keep going, just a little while longer….
The sound of somebody's wheezing laughter made Volin look forward, eyes widened in alarm as he realized he wasn't alone. The nearby torches' dim light illuminated an approaching figure's body. The figure is looming and tall, even as it walked on all fours. Multiple mouths lined with sharp, bloodied teeth perfect for tearing apart meat covered its body, each one echoing an eerie, airy laugh of its own. But that wasn't the thing that made Volin shudder, it was countless eyes covering the being's face, and they were all focused on him.
Volin forced himself to stand straight, a gloved hand pulling out his gun from his holster. These creatures may have no mercy, but it's his duty as a Stalker to give these creatures what they deserve, a merciful death. Freedom from this curse that they bare.
And so, Volin placed a finger on the trigger and aimed.