Part one: One more chance.
Where am I?
Who am I?
To hell if I know.
I awoke, there were corpses all around me.
There was an ornate revolver next to me, the inscription read “imperator sanguinis” there were a handful of bullets around it; six? maybe seven? My vision was too blurry, I couldn’t tell. a knife! I remember I had a knife! I tried to get up but there was an immobilizing pain; a laceration ran across my leg but it wasn’t bleeding any. The body next to me was missing an arm and had its stomach slashed open. He looked oddly familiar- a friend maybe? Maybe a rival? It doesn’t matter now, he’s long gone. My head felt sticky, blood. I was covered in blood.
I found it!
My knife was stuck in a corpse a few feet away, It would seem I had a part in whatever happened here. I ripped some clothing off of the familiar corpse and used it to cover my leg wound and crawled over to recover my knife. It slid out of the corpse like a hot knife through butter. I found the sheath on my side and put it away, I grabbed the revolver while I was at it, the holster on my side suggested it was mine anyways.
Footsteps!
I dragged myself to a tree and waited for whatever my fate was, a minute or so later I heard some distant conversation.
“-Damn them-”
“-Shades-”
“-Five slayers dead-”
“-Wasn’t worth it-”
“-Alliance broken-”
“-millitia’s been missing-”
“Captain will be pissed.”
All I can hope is that they will have mercy on me, then I finally saw them through the trees and waved.
“Lieutenant! One’s alive!” a hardly matured voice said.
“You sure this time?”
I was starting to lose consciousness.
“We gotta get this guy back to Captain-”
And then I was out cold.
