Snippet #1878934

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. A earsplitting ringing noise penetrates the silence of Jakub's darkness. When his eyes opens he sees a huge golden bell hanging above him as the clapper made from gold too swings side from side making the noise earsplitting noise that woke him up from the darkness he spent a life time and more in. He claps his hands to his ears and pushes them against his ears until the bell stops ringing. As he removes his hands from his ears he sees a dark liquid on them. He brings them closer and sees that it is his own blood caused by the loud horrible noise from the bell.

Jakub slides to the side to get out from that horrible golden bell. When he gets out from under the bell his hand touches something soft. Jakub knew what this felt like, but he couldn't put a name on it. He turns his head to the side and sees a man staring back into his own eyes with lifeless eyes. He whispers in a rough voice, "Weakling" He gets up and takes a good look at the dead man. The dead man had a huge strange sword stabbed through its chest. The hilt of the sword was shaped like a semi-automatic pistol with a trigger and all. He grabs the grip of the semi-automatic hilt. Once his hand touched the metal he instantly knew how to use this strange weapon. He takes a few practice swipes into the air like he spent years of training on this sword.

He lays the blade against the wall of the nearby wall. Then he turns the dead man's body over and finds a flashlight bulging out of the back pocket of the fatigue pants. He grabs it and pushes the switch forward turning it on. Looking around with the help of the light from the flashlight he sees five other dead men in similar uniforms. They all have the same octagon symbol that goes white then red and white again. UBCS spreads across the center of the octagon symbol.

He searches all the dead men bodies and finds two eight moon clip Cobra magnums, a SMG, and sawed-off shotgun. He hears a scraping noise and turns around. The first dead man that had the sword through it's chest starts crawling down towards him. The bones in its arms jut out to the side. It starts grumbling unintelligible words as it starts to slowly crawl towards him. He takes out one of the Cobra magnums and points it towards the crawling dead man. Two bullets are loosen from the muzzle and struck the crawling dead man in the head. He whispers to himself again, "Weakling" He then grabs the claymore and sheaths it in the scabbard on his back.