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Raymond felt a sharp pain erupting from deep within his head, so intense that it nearly took his breath away. He couldn't help but drop to his knees, gripping his head tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white as hoarse groans escaped his throat. It felt as if an invisible force was tearing apart his mind, waves of maddening agony crashing over him, almost unbearable. His hands instinctively tangled in his hair, arms trembling as his forehead struck the cold ground, trying to awaken himself from this nightmare through pain.
"Wake up... I need to... wake up..." he gasped, sweat trickling down his cheeks.
But the itch that drove him to the brink of madness grew stronger, a dull ache like a monster thriving in the darkness, slowly devouring the last remnants of his sanity. Something in his mind was tugging at his consciousness, countless voices and thoughts whispering simultaneously, chaotic and restless. Raymond felt himself losing control, pounding his head with his hands in a desperate attempt to reclaim his sanity, but the pain became increasingly blurred, as if he were sinking deeper into a quagmire.
At that moment, his gaze inadvertently fell upon Allison's lifeless body not far away.
Her once vibrant eyes now stared blankly into nothingness. Yet within those dead eyes, black Worms were silently crawling out, like evil entities emerging from the depths of hell, twisting and entwining with one another as they climbed slowly and grotesquely within her eye sockets. The black skin of the Worms glistened with a viscous sheen, mocking the entire scene. This sight ignited something primal within Raymond—a protective instinct rooted deep within humanity—suddenly leaving him with only one thought: destroy these Worms.
"No! You damned things!" Raymond roared, losing all semblance of sanity as he lunged toward Allison's corpse, hands unhesitatingly striking at the Worms.
The Worms were smashed to bits by his frenzied strength, black ichor splattering across his palms and sleeves like a fountain. The slimy texture made him feel utterly repulsed, yet he couldn't stop; his palms struck again and again with force, muscles in his arms taut as he descended into a primal madness from which there was no escape.
"Die! Die!" he screamed while wildly slapping at the writhing Black Worms until they turned into a puddle of mushy flesh and blood.
Breathing heavily, Raymond looked down at his hands stained with black ichor, his heart racing as if it would tear through his chest.
A violent voice echoed in Raymond's mind, sharp and piercing like it came from an endless abyss, filled with destructive fury.
"Kill! Kill everything that moves!" The voice roared as if it were tearing apart his soul, reverberating fiercely in his mind. It seemed to fill his entire world—impossible to ignore or resist—constantly urging him to destroy everything before him and become the sole survivor.
"They're all infected! Only you can save this world! You are the only savior!"
Raymond clutched his head with both hands, wailing in agony as his nails dug deep into his scalp, as if trying to expel the maddening voice from his mind. But the sound only grew stronger, threatening to consume him entirely. Each word pierced his nerves like steel needles, driving him further into madness. The world before him blurred; the shattered body of Allison on the ground, the scattered flesh and blood around him, and those Black Worms all seemed to become terrifying under the influence of that voice.
"Save... the Savior?" Raymond's voice trembled, the intertwining fear and insanity within him making it increasingly difficult to distinguish reality from illusion.
"Yes, you are the Savior. Kill them all, they will thank you... everyone is infected!" The voice repeated incessantly, eroding his sanity like a spell.
Raymond's gaze grew frantic as he slowly raised the gun he held tightly, sweeping it over the corpses and debris before him. His breathing quickened, veins bulging on his face as anger and fear could no longer be suppressed, as if ready to explode at any moment.
"They all deserve to die!" Raymond suddenly erupted in a low roar, his voice echoing through the vast cave like an endless lament of pain, filled with heart-wrenching despair.
In the distance, two mercenaries on watch heard Raymond's wail. They stood up in confusion, exchanging glances that clearly reflected their unease about the commotion inside the cave.
"Is that Raymond? What's wrong with him?" one mercenary whispered.
"I don't know, but something's definitely off. Let's go check it out," the other replied, frowning as he picked up his gun and hesitated slightly before heading deeper into the cave.
Their footsteps echoed in the still air; the closer they got to the cave, the faster their hearts raced. An invisible pressure hung in the air, as if signaling that some unknown fear was approaching.
Raymond pressed his hands tightly against his temples, his head pounding as if it would explode. It felt like two invisible forces were battling fiercely within his consciousness. On one side was that maddening voice, shrieking angrily and urging him to kill; on the other side was a flicker of remaining sanity, wavering like a candle flame in the wind, trying to hold onto his last shred of self. Raymond fought with all his might against it, but darkness was consuming him.
"Stop... I'm not that kind of person..." he gritted his teeth and murmured painfully to himself, attempting to dispel the piercing whispers but finding it utterly futile. The voice grew louder and more insistent, hammering relentlessly at his soul.
Suddenly, gruesome images flashed through Raymond's mind—brutal memories from the battlefield surged forth like a merciless flood. He saw himself hiding behind a crumbling wall, witnessing comrades fall as blood stained his face. In the next moment, he found himself standing before a young enemy soldier who looked terrified, trembling hands raised in surrender with a white flag. Without hesitation, Raymond pulled the trigger; a cold voice in his mind told him there was no mercy in war.
"You are not new to killing, Raymond. You know that feeling, don't you?" The voice in his head sneered coldly.
Then he saw the scenes of innocent villagers sacrificed during his missions. It was a deep night when he was ordered to destroy a village to cut off the enemy's supply line. He set the village ablaze, listening to the cries of children, his heart numb with indifference. Raymond's hands were stained with blood, and no matter how hard he tried to escape, those memories clung to him like a shadow.
"You were just carrying out orders... you were doing what had to be done." The voice coiled around his mind like a venomous snake, mocking him.
"No... it's different..." Raymond wanted to convince himself, but the images multiplied, pressing down on his chest like iron, making it hard for him to breathe. He saw himself betraying comrades to survive; ruthlessly sacrificing innocents to complete missions. Each scene told him he was nothing but a cold-blooded killer, previously masked by the excuse of duty, and now those commands came from the darkest depths of his own soul.
"Kill, Raymond; it's what you're best at... you've always known how to do it, haven't you?" The voice grew more sinister, as if seeking to obliterate his last resistance.
Raymond's breathing quickened; his vision began to blur, and his fingers trembled violently. He tried to focus, recalling the difficult moments on the battlefield in an attempt to awaken that long-lost strength. Yet those memories turned against him, dragging him toward an endless abyss.
He fell to his knees, gripping his hair tightly as he wailed in agony, as if that could drive away the tormenting voice. But with each blow to his head, the voice only grew louder. The images from his memories felt like sharp knives mercilessly piercing his soul, destroying the remnants of his humanity.
"I... am not that kind of person..." he groaned softly, tears streaming from his bloodshot eyes. He didn't want to see those memories anymore, but the visions in his mind surged forth like a flood, unstoppable and relentless.
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