2 Corpse yard

A fly buzzed close to his right ear, he could almost feel it. His eyes lifted a bit, and blurry light showed. He could see a round shape, a face in front of him. Two eyes, no, only one eye stared at him, no, towards him.

He tensed his eyelids and then opened his eyes again, and he realized that there was dried blood splattered on the face. And, the face wasn't attached to a body, it was alone. The one open eye was completely dry, dead, motionless and a fly sat where the pupil was.

There was an awful stench. It was as if rotten eggs, rotten fish and old water had mixed together. Jake vomited but nothing came out. He moved his arms, they were heavy, he put them towards the floor and pushed. The floor moved.

He looked around him, there were corpses, maggots on some, flies on others, cockroaches everywhere. He was in a pile of corpses, only his arms and head stuck out, he saw fire blowing upwards a distance away from him. He was moving.

He felt calm, and began shaking, slowly surfacing out of the bodies.Once more than half his body was outside, he fell and tumbled down to the bottom of the pile of bodies.

"Wait! I think I heard something over there, let's go check it out." A dark voice cried out in the distance.

Jake's mind still felt fuzzy, and couldn't properly stand up. His back was hunched as he shuffled away from the voice. There was something in that voice, something saying, 'I think I saw a cockroach.'

He shuffled deeper into the pile before falling down. He felt a flashlight strike his back. He froze, his entire body tensed, then it relaxed out of exhaustion. He felt a warm liquid crawl up his stomach. Piss.

"False alarm. Let's continue moving." The dark voice said.

Jake got up again, and climbed the corpses. When he reached the top, he realized that it was night, and that there were many flashlights walking around. His pupils flashed towards one spot, there was a flashlight then it was off. He saw a shadow walk around in there.

'What the?' Jake thought. The shadow ran towards another pair of guards and quickly dispatched them. Jake saw another man, no shirt and muscles, a lot of muscles. He walked towards the shadow, as if he knew where it was.

In his left hand he held him and dragged a corpse. The shadow rushed towards them. Then they both stood still, in front of each other. Words were spoken, which to Jake only looked like mouths moving.

The man threw the corpse towards the pile of corpses, and the shadow pulled out a long, long sword. A red mist covered every inch of the muscular man's body, They ran towards each other, each one silent.

The shadow jerked his arm, swinging and slashing the long sword horizontally towards the mans chest. The man jumped, almost as if he was diving, pulled back his arm and smashed into the ground. The shadow had jumped up, above the man and slashed his sword downwards.

With the top of his finger, the man turned a full 180, his face was now pointing towards the sword, he grabbed the sword with his arm. It slashed into his elbow, but stopped there. He jerked his arm in a rotating manner, the sword flying away from the shadow.

With the other arm, the man pushed towards the ground, flying towards the shadow. The shadow jerked and twisted his body, the shadows legs wrapping around the man's head as he flew upwards. The shadows legs were now around his neck and they were clenching, pulling and trying to rip off the man's neck.

The man flung his hand towards the shadow on his neck, trying and successfully knocking the shadow off him, but with the shadow flew his head. The hit was really powerful, enough to break almost every bone in the ribcage.

The shadow lay on the floor unconscious. Jake saw two guards approaching the shadow, they were quite a distance away and walked in a casual manner. Jake leaned forward, fell and stumbled down the pile of corpses. He shuffled towards the shadow on the ground.

He reached him and looked to his right, the guards were close.He grabbed the shadow by the armpit, he exerted himself and dragged the shadow towards the pile of corpses. His nose hurt.

Once they were in the middle of the corpses, he heard the voices. "His head is completely off, wait there's a trail of blood." Jake realized, the head, that was almost attached to the legs, had been bleeding all this time.

He saw the flashlights jerk towards his side, and his eyes were blinded by them. He was still calm.

He looked towards the pile of bodies, something in him screeched, really, really loud. "pfff." Jake pushed out the air out of his lungs, and punched the pile of corpses. It shook, and everything fell on them like an avalanche. He passed out.

…

His eyes opened a slash, there was clean slate metal in front of him. He felt his stomach stuck up on something, it felt hard and thin. He heard a low and repeated rumble, and a screech. Then his eyes closed again.

…

Snap. Snap. Snap.

"Maybe a slap outta do it." The lamboyish voice said.

Slap! Slap,slap slap slap.

"I didn't want to do this"

ZZZZZZ

"Waa?" Jake shrieked.

He didn't feel calm anymore, he felt tired and hungry. His hand hurt, his nose was still broken, his eyes felt too dry and his back felt twisted. The air smelled fresh though. In front of him there were two men.

One with glasses, white hair spreading towards all different directions like spikes. The other one was large, could almost be described as a giant and looked rough. Jake flinched upwards, but couldn't move. His wrists, abdomen and legs had been tied down. He jumped in the chair, over and over, trying to regain his feeling of confidence.

"Relax. We heard something about you, and we need to… double check, yes! Double check. What happens next is going to be painful but try to survive!"

Than everything went black.