Chapter 2: First Nightmare (1)
[Twenty-sixth year of the Nightmare Spell: The Present]
"...ope...ur...ht!"
"Hope! To your right!"
Hope flinched as he broke from a trance. Reflexively he brought his weapon up, rifle aimed at a monster lunging to his right, and pulled the trigger. The monster let out a pitched cry as its face crumpled from the stream of bullets before it collapsed to the floor.
Kieeeeeeeeeek!
But it wasn't the only monster he had to be wary of.
Shrilled roars and gunfire filled the late night, and he could barely hear his teammate's warning through the deafening noise. His mind had wandered off in the heat of battle. How could he be so careless? It was a dangerous and foolish mistake for any soldier to make on the battlefield.
Although, he supposed he had a good excuse for it...
Hope gritted his teeth under his masked helmet and shook his head to wake himself up.
'Ah dammit. Of course, I just happen to be infected...'
Hope didn't think much of it at first. Soldier life wasn't of course easy and demanded his full devotion, whether it was being active on the grounds or patrolling behind stone walls.