Marcus and I had been battling for what felt likes weeks. In reality it must only have been hours, since despite our size neither of us had felt the desire to take a shit or eat anything.
After having slain the enemy down to what appeared to be the last grub and revived each other so many times it was bordering on a fetish, we had developed a strong companionship and one that saw us continually looking out for each other’s back.
We’d had a recent tip-off that the enemy General Raam was onboard a train that would be passing us by any moment. As it roared past, Marcus and I hopped on board, leaving two lunatics on the platform staring at our silhouettes as we raced off into the distance. Or was it the other way around?
On board we took the opportunity to rev up our lancers and visit the Sunday carvery, consisting chiefly of Lambent Wretches. Delicious.
Progressing forward old habits reemerged as I found myself pushing a button for no reason. Seconds later and half a dozen metal canisters piled past Marcus, just inches from his face and groin. The look he gave me suggested that I think again before touching anything else.
True to my word as we made our way up the train I took pains to avoid any and all buttons, levers and switches allowing Jack to do the honours whilst I scratched my sack. I even managed to avoid filling a large canister full of lead, so I was feeling pretty good about myself and my new leaf, recently turned.
That’s when the Berserker made an appearance. As she approached I broached.
I couldn’t help by wonder where she had come from, since the train had been empty up until that point and I’m pretty sure we would have noticed if she had tried to smuggle away in one of the vestibule areas and/or toilet cubicles.
Anyway, before we became pulped, Markus had an idea of how to rid ourselves of the nuisance with a plan to run past the beast onto a separate cart whilst timely releasing the former trailer, therefore staving off an impromptu trip to the morgue.
And I have to say It was a great plan and, for the most part, well executed.
Markus sped past the beast, as did I before we hung around the threshold of the cart waiting to lure the Berserker in. I loosed off a few rounds to get its attention and hovered near the release button. As she lunged in and crossed the gap onto the next cart I shouted in triumph, firmly pressing (And I remember it was very firm) the button and watched the carriage disappear into the distance.
Strangely enough, on a back glance I thought I saw Markus, slumped over the railings of the released carriage, although it was hard to tell since whomever it was had been half-pulped by the Berserker in due course.
With the mission accomplished there was only one thing left to do and that was to get the Raven out of dodge. There was no point in faffing around with General Raam anyway since the train was doomed to go over a precipice.
I spared a brief thought for Markus until I remembered that his loss was very much my gain. Not only would I no longer have to look at his oversized neck, I’d also likely be eating double rations back at the mess and could look forward to a nice, long BM.
~ Lordt
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