Ok, folks, update time. Sorry this is again a bit late, since I got a new video game.
o (Ohh, well it gave me new ideas too, so not too much of a loss?)
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PlaceHolder, plus warning, this update may be a bit too messy right now since I simply scrambled it up, will try to fix it later when I have time. Plus no pics yet, got to find them later too.
Just as the woman was about to make contact with Rommel, Rommel turned swiftly and slammed a piece of rubble right into the face of the woman. The woman was thrown off her balance and fell onto the ground a few metres away.
“…” Rommel did not know how he sensed the coming danger. He stared at the fallen woman, who was still licking her wounds made on the face, growling hostilely at the same moment.
The woman leapt at Rommel again, this time Rommel immediately drew out his bayonet mounted Mondragon, and stabbed the woman straight in the heart in mid-air. Blood immediately gushed out like a geyser from the open wound.
“Rargghhhh...” the woman continued to growl viciously, and struggled violently as she hung in mid-air struck up by Rommel’s rifle.
“… as expected,” said Rommel as he drew his shotgun with his other hand before placing the end of the gun barrel of the gun right before the woman’s head. Simultaneously, Rommel pulled the trigger of the Mondragon and his shotgun at the same moment, blowing off the upper torso of the woman off to bits. A few specks of blood stained his clothing and his cheek. It was over as the remains of the woman dropped lifeless onto the ground.
Rommel slowly wiped off the blood on his face with the back of his hand. It was too easy, too easy compared to last time. It was true that he had faced off many “dangerous” situations and manged to pull off with nothing more than a few scratches. However, it seemed as his strengths grew compared to what he was before.
“… probably just because my adrenaline levels are up,” thought Rommel.
Rommel continued to transverse through the rubbled filled streets. It was not the weather’s fault obviously that strolling on the streets was a bad idea to consider. However, it seemed to Rommel there wasn’t much of a choice. He had to meet up with Churchill and Mata Hari as soon as possible. It was very likely that some of their worst nightmares may soon meet up with them.
Running at a relatively quick pace Rommel noticed that unlike his previous experience, the streets remained largely lifeless. Not because of the abudance of the dead, but because of the lack of the living. It was true there was blood everywhere, and the same goes with the moaning and cries of pain. However, it was still too quiet, as if someone had anticipated the attack and had moved a large proportion of the population away. It could also simply because the war had already removed its share of the city population away, but it seemed more and more distant from a clear answer to the lifeless streets Rommel was strolling pass quickly.
Turner around another corner, Rommel suddenly a man standing by himself. He was familiar enough for him to recognize. The man also noticed his presence almost immediately, most likely because of his panting sounds.
“Monsieur Rommel? Why are you doing here?” asked Quatermain.
“I can ask you the same question, Monsieur Quatermain,” replied Rommel as he regain his normal breathing pace. Suddenly Rommel could feel the presence of others.
“You are not alone, correct?” said Rommel in a slightly colder tone.
“That’s correct. Your senses are strong, Monsieur Rommel,” answered Quatermain. At that moment, two men appeared with a battered looking woman out of a heavily damaged building.
“So we have meet again… Monsieur Rommel?”
“You are… ?”
“I’d have appreciate if you remember my name, Monsieur Rommel. We met before in Italy, am I right?”
“So you are the ones in Naples…”
“So you still do remember, Monsieur Rommel. I shall introduce myself and my assistant again. I’m Holmes, Sherlock Holmes, while my assistant here is Dr. Watson,” said Holmes with Watson standing beside him helping the battered woman.
Rommel remained silent. It wasn’t really the time for him to meet up with acquaitences, especially those who had showed hostility.
“Although this might not be quite the time to say this, To be honest, we’d like to ask for your assistance…” began Holmes once again.
“Just before that, please allow me to ask you one question. What are the three of you doing right now?” Rommel interrupted Holmes suddenly.
“Ohhh, you come at a very good timing, we’re here to assist some survivors out of this bloody mess that came out of nowhere. This lady we have here seemed to be in particular bad shape,” answered Holmes.
“I see… However, it will be better for us to talk later, Monsieur… Holmes,” said Rommel as if he noticed something strange about the woman. The woman seemed almost lifeless like a doll, and was simply squating down on the floor quietly.
Suddenly the air around them became heavy, obviously because of the changing moods, but also because of a horrible stench that was piercing into everyone’s sense of smell. As if that was not bad enough, a strange but strong moaning and sobbing of multiple women can be heard.
“What the hell…?” muttered Holmes.
“Monsieur Holmes, I cannot believe that I can suddenly become so attractive to women, especially those “survivor” ones like damsels in distress,” remarked Rommel sarcastically, while trying to back everyone, especially Watson who was the closest, away from the “survivor” Holmes and Watson saved. The woman too began to let out a strange sobbing that made Rommel and all so uncomfortable to the bone. Watson seemed too startled to even make a sound before backing away.
“We never thought that we might need your assistance this very moment, Monsieur Rommel,” remarked Holmes as if he noticed something that cannot simply be described by “bad” coming their way.
“Don’t worry, think of it as a mutual assistance,” replied Rommel as he eyed their surroundings rather nervously.
“Looks like we have to hunt or be hunted, Monsieur Rommel,” remarked Quatermain as he rasied his Mauser up.
Dozens of pairs of eyes, perhaps even up to a hundred of them, were watching their every move like the ones of predators. A gruesome carnage seemed unavoidable.
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btw, to get an idea of how bad Rommel and folks' situation is, use
this as a reference.