Day 9c

(*Static. Running footsteps, more static. Footsteps crunching on dirt and then on something solid, more static. Gun cocking loudly, two shotgun blasts, heavy breathing.*)

Okay, this isn't working. Even with the handpiece just in my shirt pocket, I can hear it cutting out, or getting this weird feedback. I think it may be affected by my combat rush, adrenaline, heartbeat...or maybe the damned thing's just on the fritz. I'll just have to fiddle with it.

So, I'm just inside that door I saw earlier. It hasn't been all that difficult getting here, which is rather surprising. I had to kill two more Fallen as I came in the door. I'd pulled out the shotgun, just in case something happened. I started down the stairs, they were coming up and out. One barrel into one, other barrel into the second one, and they both went tumbling down the stairs. I think I spotted another one or two as I ran to find someplace to hide and reload, regroup. Either this is the nest, or they've just found something tasty that brings 'em back. If this isn't the nest, I don't know if I brought enough ammo. That's what, ten I've brought down so far?

Damn.

Okay. Going to just let this keep running, static and all. It's either going to end on me being victorious, or me being ripped apart and probably screaming a lot.

(*Shotgun cocking, slow footsteps. Pause, silence. Footsteps.*)

Hmm. This place is actually pretty big. Like it might've been meant to connect the houses at some point. It's not all well done, so it might've been done after the Cataclysm. Got two doors here, one left, one right. Let's try....THIS ONE!

(*Hard, solid thump.*)

Ah, fuck! My foooot...! Locked, barricaded, something...! Dammit!

(*Thud of body falling to ground. Static. Muffled snarls, hisses. Recording cuts off.*)