Thread: Filling Up Hell (Vicodin + Hahvoc)

The lack of wind had only amplified the footsteps that Bechlem was making on the concrete sidewalk. He looked to be on his guard. His eyes were moving left to right, observing the area that he was in. His mind raced, but at the same time, he looked to be calm and collect. The world was hell... Transformed into a battlefield due to the extinction of the human race. And it was funny how a simple airborne virus would be able to transform the world, the heavens, and the hells. Within months. Bechlem was wearing what looked to be a military uniform, but it had holes cut out of it. Small holes that looked to be bullet wounds. Bechlem had taken a lot of bullets over the past few weeks, as he fought off the waves of demons that were tracking him down to kill him. He was one of the many agents that stood in the way of the demon's success. Hell had opened up due to the supposed apocalypse, after the heavens had refused the transforming of all humans into actual vampires. But it wasn't like they could wipe the virus off of the earth, they didn't have that kind of power. So instead Hell sent in demons to annihilate all of the vampires, to send them where the heavens wished they would be, Hell. With the economies completely shifting in moods and every single company selling their products for weapons, it wasn't new to find that a country had been cleaned out of it's weapons. And with an empty country, came certain death. The virus that spread had mutated the vampires, giving them many of the characteristics of the stories that were told so long ago. Vampires were stronger then humans, had about 5x the strength of one, could not go out in sunlight, but unlike the stories, could not turn into bats. With this, vampires were excellent soldiers, but war between countries was no longer an option, unless you wanted to go to Hell faster. The world had fought against the demon invasion, but not all had succeeded. Countries that were not industrialized had fallen first, while countries like Japan, the US, Canada, and many of the countries in Europe had lived. Bechlem cracked his knuckles and shifted to the right, looking towards a pillar that seemed to be a sniper tower. So he had managed to stumble onto an old army base. It was extremely well defended, but that did not matter. Bechlem sniffed, and the smell of dead bodies had permeated into his brain. These bodies were old and rotting. They had probably died around a week ago. Bechlem continued to walk, remaining on his guard as he moved into the medical center, growling as he looked at a pair of tweezers that was in a medical tool box. He took them from the box, and then ripped part of his shirt open, looking at a hole that was in his shoulders. He wielded the tweezers and pulled the bullet that was sunk into his shoulders. It was pulled out and his shoulder started to heal. Throwing the bullet onto the floor, he put his right hand onto the assault rifle that was on a strap, on his back. He threw the tweezers down, putting the M4 carbine into his hands. He observed his surroundings once more as he exited the army building. This base looked tremendously huge. It would take him a while to walk out of it. He heard a beeping sound that came from a handheld device that was in his cargo pants. He smirked. There was an enemy around. Come out, pussy! He yelled out, his black hair moving slightly in the wind, that was now starting to pick up. It was pitch black, but Bechlem was able to see straight through the darkness. Whoever was stalking him, was going to meet a very painful death.