Horror Movie Executioner

Darkness. Absolute, damn it, darkness. No sound, no sense of time. Then, like a blow to the breath, a flash, and I woke up in some... hole. Not in a room, damn it, but in a space where the walls, as if cursed, curved, and it seemed that they were about to be crushed.

There was a nasty, viscous smell of blood and rot in the air. This place was pulsating with some fucking, disturbing intensity.

It was... abnormal. It's fucking not just a place, but some kind of fucking hell.

The system, this flickering screen in my head, appeared again, reminding me of my shitty position.

I was angry. I saved Sidney, risked everything, and I was killed by the police for this, and sent to this fucking hole.

The task "Save Sidney Prescott" is completed. Punishment for death in this world: Penalty zone.

Current task: Survival in the "Descent" zone. Time: 2 hours. Exceeding the number of deaths (10) or the expiration of time doubles the zone time.

Attention! This zone reproduces the world of the movie "Descent", but without the participation of the characters in the film. You are alone.

Damn, I couldn't believe it. Everything, for the sake of Sydney, for everyone's sake... and this?

What?

"Descent"? Fuck. I'm fucked.

Your location: Cave.

Monsters: Inhabitants of darkness (Sliders, crawlers).

This bitch system is not joking, it was clear. I had to survive. And survive, damn it, quickly.

Images of a cave from the movie appeared before my eyes. Fucking darkness, walls covered with blood and moss, cursed stone columns, as if they were brained. The air is viscous as shit.

I listened. The sounds were fucking abnormal. Steps, hissing, fucking groar. It's like a whole army of these creatures is on the way.

I ran my hand over the Kevlar bulletproof vest, the only rest of my equipment. There are no knives, only darts. And that, damn it, should have been enough, although I doubted it in my heart.

Deep breath.

The system was highlighted again:

Inventory:

Poisoned darts (3)

First aid kit (completely) Throwing knife (0)

Kevlar armor.

I paniced. I'm in a cave, in the center of fucking hell, with three darts. And everything else is despair and terrible monsters.

No, damn it, no power, only wild fear and mortal danger.

I tried to concentrate, analyzing where I was. The cave, dark, tight, like an ass, had to get out.

Or at least hide.

One step. Two. The air burned the lungs. The sound was approaching. It's fucking not just a creature, but the rumble of something big and terrible.

A creeper broke out of the darkness, one of these inhabitants of darkness, with fucking claws and fangs. I grabbed the dart and shot, aiming at the damned head.

The creature howled. I heard a crunch. I got it. But it's, damn it, just a postponement.

I slipped into the nearest, bitch, hole in the wall, and found myself in another tunnel. And it's fucking worse there.

Also these creatures. Every minute is a battle for survival. I should have won, damn it.

This time I moved more carefully, trying to catch the slightest sound. The stench of rot and blood was unbearable. These creatures were everywhere. But I wasn't going to give up.

I clenched my fists, preparing for a new fight.

And she didn't keep herself waiting long.

One of these inhabitants of darkness crawled up to me from the darkness. This time it was a crawler, a creature with elongated limbs and razor-sharp claws. He hissed, gritting his teeth, and rushed at me.

I dodged his jump and, taking advantage of the moment, struck a powerful punch right in his jaw. Crawler hroaled in pain and recoiled back, hitting the wall. I didn't let him come to his senses and attacked again, hitting with his feet, elbows, everything that was at hand.

I beat with rage and hatred, taking out all the anger on this monster for being pushed into this cursed place.

I felt how the crowler's bones cracked under my blows, how his flesh was tearing. Finally, after several brutal blows, he fell to the floor, twitching in death convulsions.

I stepped back, breathing heavily, and looked at my work. The beaten, mutilated creature was now lifeless at my feet.

I was able to.

But there was no time to be proud.

At that moment, I heard a rustle and a roar ahead. I raised my head and saw that a whole crowd of these inhabitants of darkness was moving towards me from the darkness.

Dozens of bloodthirsty creatures with eyes burning in the dark were approaching me. I realized that this was the end.

They pounced on me from all sides, like a pack of hungry wolves. I tried to defend myself by punching and kicking, but there were too many of them. They tore my clothes, bit my hands, my legs, dig their teeth into the flesh.

I felt one of them bite off a piece from my hand. The pain pierced my whole body, I screamed. The other one clung his teeth to my shoulder, tearing off a piece of meat.

Another one stuck its claws into my stomach, and I felt his claws break my muscles and skin apart, tearing my intestines out.

The pain was unbearable. I felt the creatures tearing me apart.

They tore me up. I felt pieces of meat being bitten off from me, how my insides were being torn out. Every bite, every movement of these creatures caused unbearable pain.

I tried to scream, but only wheezing and moaning came out of my throat. Soon I stopped feeling my body. Everything turned into one continuous pain and darkness.

And then, like the click of a switch, everything stopped. I found myself in complete darkness, and then a sharp flash of light, and I'm standing again in the same place where I started, at the beginning of this fucking tunnel. Alive. Whole.

But there is nothing left in the soul but anger and hatred.

The system appeared in front of me again, as if mocking me.

You're dead.

500 points have been awarded for the first death in the penalty area.

Time to the end of the zone: 1 hour 59 minutes.

I roared from powerless malice. I'm here again. Again in this damn cave. And I have to start all over again.

Anger was chumbering inside, and I wanted to take this whole place to hell. But I should have calmed down.

The bitch system gave me 500 points for my death. But what will it change? I was still being thrown into this damn meat grinder, and something had to be changed to survive.

I opened this system store, and everything is like in a past life there again.

The variety of goods was simply off the charts. Well, how can I choose from this shit, bitch? I needed things that would help me not to be torn to shreds again. I needed protection. I needed a weapon. And eating with water won't hurt either.

I went through the list, trying not to get even more mad about it all. First of all, I chose protection.

Kevlar helmet with reinforced protection - 150 points

Kevlar inserts with kevlar inserts - 100 points

Reinforced beres - 50 points

That was enough for me to start. Now we needed a weapon.

Combat knife with toothed sharpening - 75 points

Strong flashlight with a powerful beam - 25 points

There are 100 points left. There's enough for food and water.

Portable water filter - 20 glasses

Survival ration (5 pieces) - 80 points

That's it. I spent everything clean. But now I wasn't so defenseless.

I examined my inventory, felt the armor, fixed the knife on my belt. The flashlight was securely in the hand.

Now we can go further. I had a chance with new equipment. But why the fuck did I have to go through this? Why is I always thrown into such shit, bitch?

I remembered Sydney. I saved her, and what did I get in return? Death and this fucking cave. Why is life so unfair? And why is it always throwing me out of the fire and into the flames? What in the past life, what here, all in the same circle.

I didn't want to be a hero, but I couldn't just take it and quit. I couldn't watch innocent people being killed.

I gritted my teeth with annoyance. It's all pointless.

But now I have food, water, protection and weapons. I'm ready to fight again. Ready to survive again. Although, fuck, no matter how much it pisses me off.

I looked ahead, into the darkness of the cave, and took a deep breath. I was ready to plunge into this darkness again to find a way out of this cursed place. I was ready to fight. I was ready to kill. Damn it.