I know I’m dreaming and yet here I am, fighting in the war.
In this godforsaken city, that bears the name of the devil´s most faithful servant.
I and 2 buddies of mine entered a half destroyed factory of sorts by climbing in through a hole -once a window-, the bare brick walls painted red by blood.
As I assessed the situation I spotted an Ivan across the room so I quickly dispatched him with my rifle and inspected his corpse, unfortunately it was a squad leader with the squad closing in on me.
I picked up his ppsh, and rushed to the door.
The door led to a narrow corridor, I first checked to left to see the corridor stretching far, but no enemies in sight, than to my right where the corridor ended in about 10m with a half collapsed brick wall and 2 of the russian climbing over it, I fell on the floor and sprayed them, than the third one that attempted to return fire.
At that moment a cold sweet rushed along my spine, as if someone or something was behind me, but there was nothing when I turned around. I retreated back to the room to reload, just in case.
Suddenly 2 more entered the room, the first one shot dead, but the second kept coming, I emptied my magazine into him and the body collapsed on the floor, but the head floated towards me anyway.
My two buddies fell on the floor, motionless.
I pulled out my pistol and fired into the head thing.
With the first shot, its skin melted away.
By the second and third, it grew larger and larger.
By the fourth it was human sized.
With my fifth shot, it turned into a cyclops head.
The sixth turned it into a ragdoll head with a radioactive glowing creepy smile.
The seventh made it a cerberus head.
My last bullet turned into the head of the devil.
I bashed my pistol against it, but it broke into pieces, then my rifle, only for it to break into pieces as well.
In my panic I ran to the window and jumped outside, only to find myself in pitch darkness.
Then I woke up, with one thought in the back of my mind: It won. It won. It won. It won.
