"NO, NO, STOP!" Walker shouted out loud, jolting awake from his nightmare. His body was covered in a cold sweat, and a bitter taste lingered in his mouth. After a few moments, he managed to calm down and drifted back to sleep.

Meanwhile, Campbell was poring over the investigation report on the site of the recent battle, studying it intently. Suddenly, the lights flickered and went out, leaving him in complete darkness. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, a ghastly figure appeared before him, sending chills down his spine. Its eerie presence filled the room, and Campbell felt an inexplicable fear take hold of him.

As he tried to make sense of what he was seeing, the figure loomed closer, its features become more pronounced. Campbell felt paralyzed, unable to move or even scream for help. All he could do was stare in terror at the ghostly apparition before him.

The ghastly figure placed its cold, clammy hands on Campbell's head, and suddenly, he was engulfed in a flurry of visions. Images of the battle he had been investigating flooded his mind, vivid and terrifying. The sounds of screams rang in his ears, and the smell of smoke and blood filled his nostrils.

As the visions continued, Campbell could feel the fear and desperation of the soldiers who had fought in the battle. He saw their faces, their pain, and their final moments. The ghastly figure seemed to be showing him everything, all the gruesome details of the battle.

But just as suddenly as it had begun, the visions came to an end. Campbell was left gasping for breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to get up but found that his body was unresponsive.

Hours later, one of the soldiers who had been working with Campbell entered his office, only to find him in a catatonic state. Despite all efforts to revive him, Campbell never regained consciousness, and the visions he had experienced that night now became his new reality.

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Walker was devastated when he received the news of his parent's death. Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to come to terms with the loss. But even as he grieved, the memory of his nightmare came flooding back, and he was overwhelmed by a powerful mix of anger and loss.

Suddenly, he found himself filled with newfound strength and determination. He broke the casts on his left arm and leg, screaming from the intense pain. His only thought was to find and kill the monster that had taken everything from him.

With a fierce determination in his heart, Walker stormed out of the hospital, leaving behind a trail of stunned onlookers who marveled at his incredible speed and determination.

As he ran towards the site of the battle, his mind was consumed with a single thought - to avenge his parents' death. And then, as if by fate, he saw the monster that had killed his family, standing before him.

With a fierce determination burning in his heart, Walker launched himself at the creature with a force that seemed almost supernatural. As he closed in, a gold and white aura enveloped him, filling him with newfound power and strength.

With a powerful right hook, he sent the monster flying, its body smashing into the rocks with a sickening thud. But Walker was in a berserk state, consumed by his need for revenge. He gave the rimaid no time to recover, pining it to a huge rock at the foot of the mountain pass.

With a relentless fury, Walker delivered punch after punch, his fists smashing into the creature's body with bone-crunching force. Finally, with one last devastating blow, he punched a gaping hole in the rimaid, destroying the rock beneath it and sending shockwaves rippling through the mountain.

The other rimaids, alerted by the commotion, leaped out of the river in a desperate bid to save their comrade. But as they closed in on Walker, they realized too late that they had jumped into their death.

Still consumed by rage, Walker made short and brutal work of the rimaids, his fists flying with lightning speed as he took them down one by one. When the dust finally settled, he stood alone, victorious but battered and bruised, his body covered in cuts and bruises.

For a moment, he stood there, panting heavily as he surveyed the carnage around him. The memory of his parents' death still haunted him, but at least he had found some measure of closure. With a heavy heart, he turned and began to make his way back hospital, hoping that he would never have to face such a terrible ordeal again.