Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-1734134-20170107012658

You move deeper into the tunnels, but the sound of screaming and fighting grows worser by the second. The sound of the growling, black eyed fiend rises as you hear it tear apart more Guardsmen, and chunks of meat and metal bob down the river of sewage that lies at your feet. Heats, arms, torsos and charred rifles. But after almost an hour of trudging through toxic sludge and rotting water. The prisoner has turned as pale as a sheet and is unconscious. The sound of men speaking ahead of you sees you halt in your steps, and beams of red and white run across the cave walls. You duck down and glance ahead, catching sight of troopers in black armour carrying heavy auto-guns and las-rifles.