A blizzard raged like every other morning on this white, barren landscape. In the middle of what looks like a thick ice fog, an almost indistinguishable building which melded with the snow was built there. It looked like its counterparts on the other continents, a bunker built with several underground facilities.
The harsh wind would occasionally send fragments of stone and ice towards the bunker. If seen from a bird's eye view, it would look more like a man trying to swap a persistently-holding-on fly from his shoulder, except the fly is more persistent and sturdy than it looks. Reinforced with several layers of carbon steel and a few thin layers of inconel. Even chromium plates were used to lock all the pieces together.
Sitting on a chair inside the bunker, looking out through a small reinforced glass covered window, was a man. Clean shaven, brown pupils, a bald head and a well built body being covered by a blanket, and an unwavering gaze that seemed to even pierce through the thick fog. Sitting on his favourite chair, along with a mug of hot chocolate in hand, he stared on and on, until another one of his colleagues came out.
"Yo, capt..." the man who came out from his room, clearly awoken just not long ago, greeted his captain before moving on to wash up. He had a pair of emerald green eyes, a sharp chin and messy hair which made him, most of the time, the one that stands out.
Not turning around, the captain drank from the mug on his hand and continued watching the raging storm which tried to uproot their base from the ground. It was a strategic place, as the saying goes, the most dangerous place may be the safest place a person could find.
Perfect, the captain thought to himself, no bloodborne would dare come near us in such weather.
He chuckled at the thought of it, then continued to drink from his cup of hot choclate which seemed to sooth the his unstable attitude.
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Perspective: Jake
Current Location: Greenland
[4 hours before distress signal sent by Tempestas]
As I finished the mug of beverage that brought me wamth in this climate, the others were already up and about. A few of them were eating breakfast and chatting casually at the dining level, while some others were still washing up.
Standing up then walking towards the kitchen, I heard another scream as Juke, the green eyed recruit, got caught trying to peek at the girls, again.
Not again, I'm going to have to shut that son of a bitch down if he continues on like this, I thought to myself.
"Hey captain, aren't you going to punish him?" Yeri asked before swallowing the food in his mouth.
"You know that's like the third time this month, right? Somebody's going to have to keep watch of him if he keeps it up , Jake," Bash added on. The girls around shuddered at the thought of being peeked, again, by Juke.
"Alright, alright, I'll go take his lunch away, happy?" Sounding annoyed, I walked to the fridge, then to the counter after grabbing a few eggs, some left over bean curds and a few sausages.
I was never good at cooking, but at least I've got the basics since my mother forced it into me before I even knew what I was doing. Frying a few eggs and sausages was never something I struggled to do, then again, no one my age struggled at such a simple task.
By the time I was frying the third sausage, another loud scream reverberated, followed by an extremely man-like battlecry. What took everyone a few moments to understand took me a little more than a blink of the eyes to discern.
"You know what? Fuck this," ignoring the sausage on the frying pan, I stormed out of the dining level and went to the washing floor. Everyone else laughed behind my back at the fate of the man named Juke, for I was burning with rage because of the interruption I got when trying to prepare my breakfast.
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Walking down the spirals, I recalled the first time everyone positioned here standing outside the base. They saw only what was on the outside, and since they haven't even seen the insides yet, they thought it was a crappy base meant for trained soldiers to stay.
The one who voiced out all of their thoughts was, naturally, Juke. He didn't dare to make a sound at first when I drove the jeep through the snow to the base at first, but after some ice breaking between the recruits and occasionally voicing out my opinions on what they were discussing, he seemed like a different person, unlike the silent shy boy he was when recruited.
"Uh, sir. Is this where we're supposed to live for the duration of our duty here? It looks like it couldn't even support its own weight, sir. No offense," I still remember what Juke said at that time. I chuckled remembering the face he wore that time. Now, he was all grown up due to the training, he was now a man, though the thought of him not growing out of his perverted habits made me frown.
Arriving at the door of the washing level, I was momentarily taken aback by the familiar smell emitting from the other side of the door. Iron smelling, not supposed to be enjoyed as food and currently flowing in our veins: blood.
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When I opened the door, the scene before me bewildered me. Holding the door open, blood can be seen everywhere, even on the walls. Just beside the door lied the emerald green eyes man, with one of his arms cut off, or more precisely, pulled off by something. At first glance, he seemed to be bleeding a lot, though as you gradually focused onto his dried wound and the walls which were supposed to be cobalt blue in color but instead dyed red by blood, not all of the currently present blood was his.
A shadow can be seen moving around at one of the bathrooms. As it stretched, it no longer looked humanoid, but a creature with sharp teeth could be seen through the careful deduction of the shadow's mouth. A scream echoed from the bathroom, followed by blood splattering out from it. As the pool of blood on the floor growed, a half mutilated, multi-headed creature walking on both legs and arms jumped out to drink the blood. There were bones protruding out of his flesh from where the backbone was. Both of its arms were skinny but looked to be filled with strength and vigor as it assisted in its own movements towards the pool of blood. As if sensing it was no longer alone and was being looked at, its mutilated head, along with its other heads, turned so suddenly that I was startled for a second.
Panic surfaced as I struggled to pull up the fallen man who sat beside the door. He felt a thousand times heavier than before.
Locking its eyes, which I'm not even sure if it has one, onto me, it crawled slowly in my direction.
While I dragged the fallen man through the door, the creature advanced faster and faster as it crawled towards me. Each of its steps served to accelerate its speed to capturing its prey, in this case, me.
I struggled even more trying to pull Juke over the door frame and through the door. The closing door even made it harder to pull him through since it used up one of my hands to hold it open.
The moment he got through, i muttered a silent thanks to god. Without further ado, I started pulling him up the stairs.
"Oh my god.."
"Quick! Get the first aid kit"
"What happened Jake?"
The three previously dining women were now standing on top of the stairs, looking down at the tragic scene before their eyes. All three of them were shocked by what they saw, but Bash was the first of them to get back into reality.
"Are there any others down there? We need to go check!" she started walking down the stairs in a hurry.
"Don't! Don't go down there, theres some kind of creature down there. And no... I don't think there are any other surviving members other than Juke himself. Go grab your weapons, cause' this thing which we will be fighting is gonna be one motherfucker,"
Hearing my reply, Bash quickly shook the other two girls back to their senses and retreated up the stairs.
Half way up to the dining level and I heard the door leading into the washing level opening. There was no crash as I expected the monster to ram the door, and instead a person pushing open the door.
My instincts went wild at the thought of the creature squeezing through the door. And to my horror, a man walked up from the stairs and looked at me. Seeing the fear in my eyes, he grinned widely. Then, as if some horror movie set being played before my eyes, his face started turning into the one I saw mutilated.
Legs trembling, fear showing, hands shaking, cold sweat spewed from my bare skin, wetting my clothes. I muttered a word as I got pulled up by Bash. "Bloodborne." Bash was saying something to me, something about letting go and leaving Juke, that it would not do to loss both me and Juke. Her face, her voice seemed so distant. It was as if the cold blizzard's temperature started setting into me all of a sudden the truth of how cold it was, how deadly it was for anyone, no matter how trained and skilled.