Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25924729-20190607091752

So many things happened at the same time. One moment his men were locked in an intense standoff with the remaining prisoners in the halls, then they were rudely interrupted by the sudden arival of Grimm. Ropes were dropped for the teams to escape, but were almost immediately swarmed by the Grimm vermin. then they turned their eyes to the cluster of helpless food in the far corner...

"Secure the prisoners!" he yelled at what remained of his forces for the second time that night. This time, they fought not to keep them from escaping, but formed a defensive volley against the surging tide of black bodies and chittering teeth.

Across the room, he saw the rats on the ropes to the choppers. Too many of them were already latched on, the choppers swerved and bobbed dangerously, unable to take off with all the extra weight. At this rate, the rats would either climb right into the choppers or drag them down with sheer numbers, and there wasnt a damned thing he could do to stop them!

Even on his end there were hardly enough officers left to hold the line. At the fringes of the poice formation stragglers were dragged away and devoured, bound prisoners and careless officers alike, screams rising over the sounds of battle. The survivors huddled closer together...

"Sir? If i may..." Something nudged his foot. He looked back to see one of the prisoners, a cuffed lady crime boss in an evening dress speaking to him. "You need more men to fire those guns for you. Well, look no further than behind you. We have no interest in dying here either when you fail. Release us, and we will fight with you."

He pushed her back with his foot, cursing under his breath. Trust a criminal, free them and give them guns! They would just turn on his men and slaughter the whole lot. Yet as the situation grew more and more dire, the option weighted heavily in his mind. What if.... -- Alone, wounded and vulnerable, the blonde girl shambled through the long, empty corridors of the cargo bay, each step punctuated by a grunt of effort and the 'clink" of her sword against the cement floor as she leaned into it for support, dragging her broken legs.

At the start, she had been on alert, peeking around each corner before moving on, wary of enemies and in definitely no condition to fight. Yet to her surprise the area seemed deserted. No thugs came to confront her, no bodies, no sounds of battle or gunfire had been heard for the last 10 minutes. It didnt seem there was anybody in this part of the facility even before the attack.

She found herself in a vast, strange space. Apparently the basement or dungeon of the facility, where cells had been modified into holding pens for slaves and animals maybe? The cells were empty, she recalled Dust's sabotage in the control room earlier causing the facility's many electronics to go wild. Maybe he also accidentally unlocked these cells, and whatever was in there got out.

The layout of the place caught her eye... She had visited many Narreau machine factories before. The cargo areas there emphasized efficient work: goods were packed into as small an area as possible to save space, while still allowing for them to be moved out quickly when needed. Here, the cells were spread out, and if they were secured, would be so heavily locked down that putting in and removing the contents would be extremely difficult. This design seemed intended to lock in something permanently, and spread their placement out over a wide area.

....you're overthinking this....

Maybe... yeah, she shouldnt be looking at architecture now, she had to find her way back to her team... Still, this place seemed safe, maybe she could just sit and wait for them to find her instead?

''...stay a while...... rest....''

But that was wrong! What if they were in trouble? She was the commander, the troops needed her to give them orders. What.... what if.... what if...

''....it is alright... stay, sleep...''

Overcome with a sudden exhaustion, she collapsed to the floor with a soft groan. Her sword landed nearby, but she couldnt muster he strength to pick it up.

Leaning against one of the cells, she just stared at the round ceiling lights... no, was that the sun? A cloud slowly moved to cover it, must be... Sleep suddenly sounded like the best thing in the world. If only that voice in her head would shut up... what was it saying...

''Danger! DANGER! RUN!! RUN!''

Jett's eyes suddenly snapped open, and she rolled in a panic, narrowly dodging the claws grabbing at her from above. Groping, she caught her sword and slashed at the creature's arm, only to have it bounce off harmlessly. The Apathy looked more confused than hurt, slowly turned to face her, jaws open in a silent, hungry moan..

More movement, from behind and within the cells dozens of the Grimm shambled out.

"Shit!" she cried, trying to run in the opposite direction. The creatures couldn run, or move any faster than a crawl. Even in her state, Jett could robably escape them, but... but...

''....you dont want that. Stay here, sleep....''

Shaking her head, trying to ignore the urge, she ran for her life, the massive horde trailing at her back. Each groan, each whisper as they opened their blood red mouths called for her to slow down, to give up... Every step seemed impossible, her body refused to move. It was only pure fear and adrenaline that kept her going.