Post by Vice Ysal on Jan 13, 2014 6:49:32 GMT -5
Fear was a strong enemy. The influence of such an opponent could cripple the defenses of the thickest walls and dull the sharpest of blades. The power to make a fighter double guess his choice in a battle, a single moment of hesitation that the physical enemy would no doubt take advantage of in order to come out the victor, it was a power that could both create and destroy lives. Some time ago, Vice had tasted what fear truly was. For all of his wits, quick thinking, and apparent experience in actual fighting nothing had quite prepared him for the abominations that had resided within that executive building. It had gone on to the point that all of the pain he had felt there had been more mental than physical, as the damage and throbbing of his arm was much less of a fractured limb but more so just heavy bruising. He had lost the ability to think, to prepare, and to withstand when he had been faced with what it truly meant to put your life on the line.
It was different now however.
He had meditated, he had thought about it, and he had visualized much more thoroughly on the possibilities of the experience that could bring him, along with the potential rewards of becoming stronger, of becoming more aware of the land outside those restraining walls. The red eyed young man forged his mind, and both his body in the time it took for him to deem it possible to go exploring once more. Having already marked the path towards the executive building once, the male had decided to commit himself to a different route in order to further explore just until where the reaches of this purple sky ended. It was when he had been stumbling around the environment that he had found the entrance to a sewer. The current surroundings gave him no purchase to further explore the area and returning now would have simply been accepting that his effort had been in vain. Standing there for a moment, the young man mulled over the possibility of finding a possible exit across the sewers to get to the other side of the blockade.
Preparing himself once more, the weight of his fully loaded gun and the numerous clips he had brought with him this time, Vice tugged on the newly bought black hooded coat he had with him to make sure there were no stringy ends that could caught up on of those monsters’ grasp.
Steeling himself and taking a deep breath, the young man had never been more thankful for the full gloves he had worn that day. Not having to delay himself with the disgusting moisture that covered the sewers entrance, Vice soon found himself having to get used to the putrid stench of the unexplored sewers. There was a surreal glow to the place, whatever caused it being the last thing on Vice’s mind as he turned on the flash light that was attached to the diagonal strap of his sliding bag. The bright ray pushed back the unmoving shadows and gave the red eyed civilian a clearer view of the path he was taking.
The water was not moving, and stayed stagnant. The refuse around the edges had piled up and some even spilled over towards the pathways that he had used and he had been careful to make sure nothing got through his clothing. Reaching out for his weapon and readying it for battle, the young man held it in a readied position and was aiming down the sights for anything that could potentially pop in and ambush his person.
This time though, even if excitement and youthful bliss ran in his veins like the blood he had, he was ready.