The week had passed and we arrived at the appointed destination. The view into the canyon was impossible, for there was a layer of fog the covered it. There were some tire tracks as well as foot prints from beasts. The part that worried me was there had been a fine layer of blood that splattered the floor. The Captain was wondering why there was such an anomaly that haunted the canyon, as well as the blood.
The sun was barely rising, but it was nowhere to be seen, so the fog layer was thick. We knew that once on the ground we would lose all possible communication unless we stood out in the open. Supplies would be short, and we were ordered to get in investigate and then leave with any information that we would find and report back to the Captain as fast as we could. I was in command of the unit that was appointed to the operation and it was up to me to lead them in and out safely.
The Captain was worried about walkers and any German scientists that would be there. So he wanted to have you tag along with us and deal with them. There was a small unit fit with 4 strong riggers and about 8 soldiers. We were all equipped with compact sub machine guns and a half full suite of body armor, made it lighter and easier to move in. These men were barking crazy to join in on this, but they wanted to do it. In total there were 13 of us going into that unknown hell hole.
Once on the ground, we found that we were in something worse than we had thought. We ventured into the wasteland of blood and tracks into the fog. We couldn't see anything, not even the ship was in sight and no sound came from within the fog the farthest we could see was about 20 feet, maybe more or less.
Blood still covered the ground as we made our way through the fog. But soon we came across something I hoped that no man would ever have to see." She paused for a moment and began to shake a little from the thought. And began again in the strong voice she'd always used. "It was horrid to see such a sight. We had come across a battle field, more of a massacre but worse. Dead beasts and broken down machines covered in blood and bones lodged inside the ground and machines ripped apart and jammed into each other.
As we wondered through this we had finally found a body. But this wasn't the kind of body we were in search for. It was a British soldier that was ripped in half; he was missing his barking legs. It looked like he had used his arms to pull himself out of the fog, but never made it out. A few of them men looked away and the other stared in shock. You looked at me and gave me a sad expression as you began to walk deeper into the fog. I took a deep breath and followed shortly after you as the other men followed.
Finally we found what we were looking for, but it wasn't what we expected it to be. There in front of us was a German base, it almost seemed to be like a castle, but made of metal. It wasn't as large as one though, only about a two story building height but the length was about half of the ship. We saw this from a ridge that we stood atop to enter into this type of bowl that held the base within as the fog masked its appearance to the world above it.
Once we arrived to the base, we were more shocked then we were when we saw the wasteland of a massacre beast and machine as well as the torn soldier. Surrounding the base were the rest of the British soldiers and more beasts and machinery. A few of the men there got sick to their stomachs and one threw up. The site of this was more terrible than anything I have ever seen. I turned back and hit my face by yours from fear of the site.
The men around of were just as shaken as us, but they looked towards us for leadership and orders. I couldn't manage to turn back and gaze upon the site of death, so you gave me a hug and told me it would be alright, and they we're all in this together. Then you told the men to move out, and take a defensive position around the unit and advance slowly to the main gate of the Garman base. As the main gate came into view, it was just as horrible as the scenery around it.
Not only were the Germans fighting from the invading British forces, it seemed that they were also fighting something from the inside. It was through something was trapped within and was fighting its way in and out of the base. Bodies were torn apart, blood was the color of the building and bones with flesh still attached to them were still hanging on." Deryn explained her dream.
Alek was amazed at how greatly detailed the dream was and is now in shock of the nightmarish imagery that was explained. Bovril was now awake and was curled in Alek's lap in fear of the dream as though he were a child getting told a bed time story. But Deryn still continued with tell Alek her nightmare and so the story went on.
"We knew that we were alone and there no was support from the Leviathan and there was no way to get any kind of communication. The men did have some doubts, but never let them wipe from their lips and they knew they need to keep up the moral so they were talking about old times. We soon joined in to ease the tension and it makes the blood and gore a wee bit easier to bare.
I decided that the men could use a rest and so we found some rocks to sit by and sit down. So the men all sat around talking about random events that happened on board and off shore. But you and I sat off to the side and tried to relax also.
You gave me this look and I could see a bit of sadness in your eyes and when the others weren't looking I gave you a kiss to cheer you up. Finally I got a smile on your face and then we began to talk again. Then you asked me about the bodies. We found mounds of machines and beats, but no human bodies. At this moment the men also joined in on the conversation to see what we were really here for.
I told them what I was told and that we didn't know anything about any British soldiers at the canyon. The men became uneasy and then you stood up and said we should keep moving to keep the others in high spirits. The men began to walk again and you stood in front of me smiling, you told me everything will be fine and then we began our journey to the main gate which was almost in sight.
So THIS is the nightmare part!
This is only a small part.
No THIS is what I'm talking about! THIS is what Westerfeld should have done with Leviathan, not that namby-pamby angsty crap! I WANTED THE HORROR AND GLORY OF WAR, AND YOU DELIVERED. I can't wait for more!
Almost done with the forth part, hopefully your thirst for blood in grand, for more shall flow and imagination will be a virus in your veins and you mind will explode with awesomeness. Please leave a report and I'll review it when I get the chance.
Hopefully this is a fabricated virus you speak of...
I'm still not sure if it even is, fabricated. Its just a simple monstrosity that resides within the dark and demonic entities that stand at bay and only appear when words bleed onto paper and disrupt software programs and become a story.