Wednesday, 10 February 2016

Stories from the shadows: death in the shadows ep four

-warlord Drake Hammerfist 

Hello all a new but for you all to enjoy about Nicks adventures through shadow

5 generations after the war began and left the world in ruins the fractured remains of humankind continue the long war there ancestors started all reason and purpose forgotten as the brutal tribes savagely battle over the relics of the old world....

As day began to brake Nick awoke to find Nancy had vanished, he stood sharply as he came round and surveyed the room.
no sign of anything happening, sourly he would have felt her moving away and it was still far too cold for her to go off alone she wouldn't survive in those clothes.
As he turned into one of the side rooms he saw a figure dressed all in grey with a old fashioned gas mask on, but before he could even work out who they were or say anything something large hit him hard on the back of the head and he dropped to the floor like a rock. 

He awoke a few hours later bound, gaged and naked in the back of a truck, he looked up to see who his captives were, there was five of them sat ether side of the truck, they wore black boots with leg wraps going up there legs, grey wool pants a long grey trench coat and and the same gas mask as before , there heads were shaved and a grey helmet with a swastika on the side of it rested on there knees with there rifles up against there shoulders all sat perfectly identical, there were two others captives in the truck a very muscular olive skinned man and a tall skinny man with scars all over.
Nick said under his breath "fuck there skin heads, I bet they took Nancy to be a breeder I'll have to get her out of there" he just sat there for the three hours of driving over bumpy and twisting roads until they got to the "pound" (as everyone calls the skin heads capital) the soldiers dragged Nick and seventeen other captives out of the five trucks the had been together, including Nancy she stood at the far end of the courtyard stripped to nothin yet again lined up with six other women, Nick stood lined up with eleven other men all fit looking men one of which a fireborn who had the mark of a flame hand on his neck, a small red dragon tattoo, they all stood in the massive courtyard of the old extravagant hotel that had had stood sins way before the war now called the pound. 
Stood all around them troops were ranked up three deep along all the walls all stood bolt upright rifles held perfectly all stood exactly the same, with two tanks on ether side of the grand door, Nick shook his head there was no way he was getting out right now he will have to wait till they have been taken into the building and just hope he can find Nancy again. 
after a few moments of standing there In the silence the fuhrer walked out onto his balcony above the grand door and shouted "our soldiers have brought us some new solders and new blood to add to our family, we will take them into our open arms once they have passed there tests, the tests that we have all passed, we now take them into the facility and see how they fear" one of the other men stood next to Nick a fairly tall well built man with red hair nudged him and said "did he just say fear?" Nick nodded "yeah I dread to think what that means" they all got led into the building by a group of soldiers, as they walked into the massive elegant hall way with a massive oak staircase straight ahead and two large hallways coming off to ether side the women got lead to the right, men to the left and through a small hallway and down a long spiral staircase that seemed to reach into the depths of the earth and into a small metal room, with a door at ether end and the door shoot behind them, a small hatch opened on the door they just went through and one of the skin heads showed his face behind and said almost too joyfully "now when that other door opens you'll be in a maze in that maze there is all forms of things trying to kill you or eat you or maybe even fuck you if you get to the end you'll be a member of our order so let's see who gets out of that hell I'd say good luck but I couldn't care less about you rats".

Tuesday, 2 February 2016

Stories from the shadow: death in the shadows ep three

-warlord Drake Hammerfist

Here we go the next instalment of the stories from the shadows we hope you enjoy it and remember to give us your feedback on what you think

5 generations after the war began and left the world in ruins the fractured remains of humankind continue the long war there ancestors started all reason and purpose forgotten as the brutal tribes savagely battle over the relics of the old world.... 

After a long awkward pause Nick stood up and asked “what the hell are you doing with no clothes on?”
 She smiles and replied “well I've no decent clothes to wear so I might as well not wear anything” 
Nick shouted “for gods sake just put on some proper clothes on just rip up some of the fireborns clothes”
 she smiled and went over to the fireborn and started removing there clothing and putting it on in a rag tag fashion, after about half an hour she was in a dress like thing made out of ripped up light brown and white pants and her assault vest.
whilst she was making her new clothes Nick had stripped and rebuilt the fireborn rifles to make a fully functioning assault rifle for her and taken one of there pistol for himself. 
As he was looking at one of the boxes with rations in she shouted over to him “hey nick should we take there heads off so the necromancers can't bring them back?” 
Nick paused for a second “might be a good idea really”
 she picked up one of the axes and without a moment of hesitation she completely severed the heads of the fireborn, then crushed them with the back of the axe with a smile on her face as she kicked the remains with the new boots that she had got of the fireborn and screamed at the top of her lungs  “that's what you get you bastards!” 
Nick stood up and walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder gently and said “I know your angry but i need to get moving soon, you can come with me if you wish but I don't need you with me so don't think I'm desperate” she smiled an evil grin as she replied  “well in that case I'll have to come with you” 
he smiled a little as he put his bandana back over his face “well you'd better get ready then” after a short while they started walking deeper into the ruins of the city. 
As night began to fall and the cold started to set in they found an old school house to sleep in the desks and chairs thrown everywhere, sandbags stacked around the windows and doors and the scars of fires on the floor, Nancy whispered in Nicks ear “this must have been an army outpost or something like that with all the sandbags”
Nick nodded “yeah makes me wonder if it's s good idea sleeping in here they tend to get a lot of attention from almost everyone and we need to keep out of the way”
She wondered into one of the side rooms as Nick found a corner and started to make a fire.
Just after he got the fire going Nancy came into the room with a couple of cans in her hands and called over to Nick "hey death I've found us some food, probably way out of date but it'll do" Nick put his hands out to catch them as she trough them across the room to him, Within half an hour they had eat the canned goods that were that old there was no way of telling what they started life as but they did the job. 
Nancy sat next to Nick wrapped in her robes shivering in the cold of the night "hey Nick you fancy you know snuggling up for warmth?"  
Nick opened his cloak and gestured for her to come in but didn't speak a work, she snuggled up to him "thanks death".