Origin

>be me
>LARPing post-apocalypse
>flecktarn and G3
>callsign bundy
>LARPing buddies include slav, nam, and rhodie
>at LARP/survivor meet
>trading for ammo, jerky, and bandages
>explosion in the camp
>who's fucking with explosives?
>loud cackling in air
>thot on a broom
>isthatawitch.jpg
>thot cackles and throws another fireball
>camp returns fire
>witch fucks off
>was that magic? is that a thing now?
>camp breaking early
>everyone knows trouble coming
>more cackling as group leaves
>stupid thots ruin everything

>camp didn't break fast enough
>witch is back, with friends
>nam has other group leaders convinced to stand and fight
>slav got us a way out the back
>me and rhodie lugging as much supplies as we can
>sneeki breeki out as witches attack
>bad feeling in gut, but better that dying...right?
>cleared area when larger spells hit
>thunderbolts&lightning.flac
>one of them brought dogs
>"are their eyes suppose to glow like that?" slav asks
>fucking magic dogs
>of course they head straight for us
>sneeki breeki becomes mad dash
>slav stared too long, stuck in back
>dogs caught up fast
>they bigger when they closer
>slav gets caught
>he shouts "Tvoji kurva ma nenechaj tu!"
>nam translates "slav gunna buy us time"
>can respect that.
>pick up the pace
>really gunna miss him
>get clear as dogs suround slav
>hear slav yell "Nie! Neopúštaj ma!"
>followed by screaming and rending
>nam say slav wished us well
>rhodie looks uncomfortable
>can still hear the witches, no time to argue
>kept up our pace til the sun went down
>no visibility, slow movement
>agree to bed down until we can see again
>feeling down about slav
>rhodie acting strange
>nam won't look at us
>kinda wanna talk about them witches
>plan first, gossip later
>working plan is to get back to our AO
>took a week to get to meetup
>pray we aren't being tracked, pray for no dogs
>gunshots and shouting in the distance
>other survivors from camp not so lucky
>think about demon dogs, tighten grip on rifle
>use to love dogs...

>too anxious to sleep
>start moving bit before sunrise
>no cackles, howling, or gunshots
>thats good...right?
>nearly crest a hill when rhodie calls out "trouble, 5 o'clock"
>witch and a pair of dogs
>hunters become the hunted
>fuck that, plan an ambush
>nam's M16, my G3, and, rhodie's FAL should handle this
>and grenades, a bunch of grenades
>double back with combat loads only
>working plan is to rotate between chucking grenades, shooting and reloading
>at least kill those tracking dogs
>spread out
>nam sets traps with grenades, no time for fancier (and cheaper) traps
>gets back as hunting group nears
>rhodie says "we'll focus on a dog, nam you get the witch"
>I ask "which dog?"
>"least injured one"
>witch hits the trap
>of course she has a shield
>still thrown back
>left dog down
>focus fire on the right one as it charges
>2 mags and a grenade finally kill it when it's a few yard away
>just noticed left one, injured but still charging
>fug
>too fucking close
>grenade in each hand, start shouting
>dog dies right before i pull the pins
>unpucker ass, thank rhodie
>nam got the witch
>witch KOed by a tree, nam cut her throat
>also looted the body
>before we can argue loot rolls, hear more howling
>guns and grenades are loud, go figure
>beeline for gear and continue fleeing
>faint crackles as flyers moving in
>decent distance away when we hear another boom
>nam trapped the corpse
>down to two grenades
>get shit for trying to allah ackbar
>more dogs and witches
>flying in pairs, dogs in threes
>enough distance to talk options
>5 days away from base and heavy weapons
>friendly resupply cache 1 day away, but half-day detour
>more grenades also sound nice
>brief idea of splitting up
>no bueno, dogs take too much killing
>minor discussion on witches
>less what are they, more how can we kill them faster
>plan stays the same, we go home
>resupply, re-equip
>"and avenge slav, right?" Rhodie asks
>"yea, sure" says nam
>bush rustle ahead
>dog jumps the point-man
>guess who's on point
>dog grabs me by rucksack, starts shaking me like a toy
>beating me on the floor
>straps break before my shoulders
>thrown clear in time for rhodie and nam to open up
>dog flees with my rucksack
>what does it take to kill them??
>revised plan, get more grenades from cache, then run for base
>"and avenge slav?"
>"yea, sure"
>is nam ok?

>dogs hot on our heels
>nearly out of ammo
>no grenades left
>two grenades, two dead dogs
>possibly 3-4 wounded, don't know if they heal fast, immune to bullets, or just spooked away by gunfire
>lucky shot got a flying witch
>rhodie's leg bit
>nam got the chew toy treatment
>lean on each other to make it
>lucky me carrying all their shit
>somehow stay ahead of the dogs
>no sign of witches
>arrive at cache
>former fallout bunker, our group and another use it as cache
>other group never made it out of meet up
>reload, rearm, resupply
>new rucksacks for nam and I
>antibiotics and painkillers for rhodie
>and a flamethrower
>rhodie asks "when the hell did we get a flamethrower?"
>"probably the other group" I say
>not sure how long we have
>nam and rhodie setting up killzone
>I scout around emergency exit make sure coast is clear
>also drag all our gear there
>and prep the flamethrower
>rhodie trying to rig tunnel to collapse
>nam finished traps by the door
>can hear the dogs scratching at it
>witches can probably bust through it
>current plan as followed
>1) let them blow the door
>2) we blow improvised claymores and fall back
>3) werf the flammen, fire excess ammo until nearly overrun
>4) collapse the tunnel
>5) ???
>6) flee to base out the back
>it's good to have a plan
>Showtime
>ambush set
>took them about an hour to dig through the hatch
>dogs burst in
>round 1, FIGHT!
>explosives shred two dogs
>third one tries to pounce
>nam and rhodie hose it down with gunfire
>round 2, Get Ready
>flamethrower primed, another pair charge in
>FIGHT!
>bundy, use flamethrower!
>flamethrower is ineffective
>dogs don't even slow down
>manage a yelp as i duck
>nam and rhodie shoot it up
>round 3, Get Ready
>witch at the door, fire in her hand
>so not fucking ready
>FIGHT!
>chuck the flamethrower at her
>of couse she has a shield
>still distracted her from nam's grenade toss
>bounced off a wall to land behind witch
>shield only covers the front
>grenade is super effective!
>3 dogs and a witch, doing pretty good
>another pair of dogs at the door
>rhodie shoots the flamethrower tank
>flamethrower is ineffective!
>nam sets off fallback explosives
>one dog down, one wounded and runs
>another witch appears
>nam tries another grenade
>witch wasn't distracted, blows it back with wave of hand
>into my hiding spot
>fugg
>kick it out with seconds to spare
>hear nam shouting "Fall back! Fall back!"
>signal for rhodie to blow the tunnel
>one small problem
>small, smal teeny tiny problem
>i'm still in said tunnel
>pray they don't steal my raifu as I try to cover my head
>charges go off

>good news, bad news, worse news, and horrible news
>still alive, only half the charges went off
>stuck with the other half
>tunnel blocked on both ends
>only weapon was the flamethrower, didnt make it to fallback weapon
>in that order
>can hear rubble shifting
>someone digging from the front
>good odds it's witches and dogs
>clear rubble off myself
>start collecting unexploded ordinance
>no way to set them off, gonna try and bluff em
>not many other options
>not much rubble left between me and them when I finish
>Final Round, Get Ready
>last rock pulled away
>FIGHT!
>charge into the breech
>hear a witch shout "Dostan ma do riti!" before it slugs me
>that's not a witch
>"my fucking god, you're alive!" I cried out
>totally wasnt crying like a bitch
>forget myself and go in for a hug
>slav slugs me again and shouts "quit being female dog!"
>slav led the way to the back door
>"cloudy night no bother me"
>do my best to follow
>also updating slav on happenings
>slav returns w/ rough estimate of 10 hellhounds, 5 apprentice witches, and one actual witch
>nam, rhodie and me got 7 dogs and 2 confirmed lil witches
>slav got a dog and a lil witch
>also learn shields don't work flying
>one flying witch dead, but unconfirmed
>remaining force estimate: 2 hellhounds, big witch, and a lil witch or two
>finish count when we reach cache back
>no nam and rhodie
>mah raifu and rig still there
>no rucksack
>canteen on rig half empty
>new plan: catch up to group before we starve
>"almost forgot to ask, how the fuck did you survive?"
>slav just laughs "who said I did?"

>race to catch up with nam and rhodie
>slav leading the way, he can see better
>find where they camped a bit before dawn
>approach camp with a wave
>duck in time to avoid getting shot
>yelling "FRIENDLY, FRIENDLY"
>hear rhodie shout back "WTF, thought the tunnel got you"
>"slav dug me out!"
>approach the camp, take 2
>rhodie surprised to see us
>shoot the shit with rhodie, extra shit for bad tunnel collapse
>rhodie grins "next time I'll be sure to bury ya good"
>turn to see nam
>nam and slav hugging
>the kind of hug with slav's hands around nam's throat
>rush to pull slav off
>like trying to move a boulder
>keep trying till we hear nam's neck break
>back off and train rifles on slav
>hear myself shout "what the hell!" and rhodie shout "why!"
>slav glares at us "he left me to die. avenge myself since no one else will."
>"you follow his order. you just as guilty. I kill you too, but not my place"
>too shocked to retort
>slav keeps going "old gods waking, and old ways becoming today."
>slav holds up nam's body "he running away and leaving allies to die three times. This is his punishment. Witches of old god know this and stay away for now."
>"now it is your turn for judgement. You must kill rest."
>slav disappears into night, takes nam with him
>rhodie and me still WTFing till dawn

>dee dittly dee
>now it's just rhodie and me
>we're still on the run
>and he dropped his gun
>and rhodie is leaning on me
>never very good with rhymes
>no trace of slav or nam after sunrise
>nam had the MREs too
>poor rhodie had to ditch his FAL
>nearly cried, but that might be from the leg
>kinda hot, no homo
>like feverish hot
>accept we're not gonna make it to AO with shit on our heels
>2-3 witches remaining, 2 dogs
>good thing rhodie had the grenades
>quick map check shows forest not too far
>current working action plan: get to forest, kill the last two dogs, force the witches into CQC
>educated guess is one lil witch with dogs, remaining in air as support
>rhodie doing best attempt at double-timing it with hurt leg
>nearly there when they attack
>2 dogs and a lil witch, correctly guessed
>witch blows a whistle, probably calling for help
>I aim for the witch, rhodie throws grenades at the dogs
>witch has shield, gunfire just to pin/distract
>grenades not as effective without rifle fire
>2nd to last dog succumbs to grenade-related injury
>last dog nearly got rhodie
>some dumbass with a G3 tried to grapple with the dog that's bigger than him
>learn firsthand how the rucksack felt before the cache
>throws me aside, rhodie lobs in a frag
>last wolf finally down
>back onto my feet for round 2
>webbing completely fucked, maybe a mag or two left
>dog teeth got through, shrug it off with the magical power of adrenaline
>up in time to watch the witch throw lightning at rhodie
>not suprised witch can so that
>rhodie down and twitching
>mount bayonet, charge witch
>adrenaline mixed with powerful need for VENGEANCE
>hit the witch hard enough to knock it down
>shield breaks, shield finally wore out or concentration broke
>land on top of witch bayonet first
>scramble back onto feet
>bayonet_drill.exe
>ignore the very human screams
>not my first rodeo, just not use to this kind
>screams stop, keep going a bit longer just to be safe
>finally stop to catch my breath
>witch barely recognizable
>hold up rifle in victory
>moment of triumph gone when I remember rhodie and the bolt
>hurry back to rhodie
>still on the ground, badly singed
>bad shape before, now it's worse
>he looks up to me, "hurts worse than it looks. Don't think I can keep up."
>starting to tear up "you're dead if you can't"
>rhodie just smiles, "Rhodisians never die."
>liar.png

>all my friends are dead
>barely enough time to booby-trap rhodie's body
>no boom when I reach the forest, they're learning
>hoping to at least lose them in the forest
>arm hurt from dog's bite, really starting to hurt
>half-full canteen all I got for water
>and rhodie's flask (RIP mate)
>no food, nam had the MREs, disappeared with him
>slav was our hunting expert...
>only holdout grenade left of pile, saving for an hero moment
>G3 is fine, 1 full and a half mag left
>the bayonet...is fine, bit weird aura from it after killing a witch
>pretty sure its not suppose to talk
>it whispers to me "is fine. very normal. keep killing witches. there is suprise inside."
>too tired to question it, too much running, not enough sleep
>witches having trouble without their dogs, but still on my trail
>just 2 left, a biggun n' a small one
>spotted the big one once, circling midair
>lil witch on foot, holding up a glowing staff
>light from staff highlighting footprints
>pretty sure that's how they're following
>last lil witch needs to die
>current working action plan:
>snipe the lil witch
>force larger witch into grenade or cqc range
>????
>profit
>not the greatest plan, too much hurt to think of a better one

>scouting out good sniping spots as i move
>group didn't want to try earlier due to amount of flyers
>thinking i'll have better odds with just one
>good spot located!
>push ahead and backtrack
>get as comfy as i can in sniping spot
>arm throbbing like crazy, stupid dog
>go go gadget alcohol to ease pain
>try and dial in the scope
>bit distracting with the bayonet calling me chickenshit
>"real man fight face to face. why you no stab witch to dead?"
>not biting that bait my friend
>took a bit for the lil witch to catch up
>poor thing having trouble with the brush
>friendly reminder from rifle that they were HUNTING us
>head hurting with arm, hard to focus
>not enough to hurt my aim too bad
>wait patiently for larger flying witch to bugger off to far end of her loop
>everything lines up, take my shot
>nice blue splatter from the witch
>bayonet reminds me they don't bleed blue
>fucking hit the staff, blue light drew my aim
>figure i've got a few seconds before flyer spots me and attacks
>keepfiring.jpeg
>another friendly reminder from the rifle that the flyer is still alive
>if my rifle had said something sooner I might have dodged, thanks asshole
>bolt of lightning hits, delightful taste of peanut butter, followed by pain
>lots and lots of pain
>black out for a few seconds
>it was only a few seconds
>woke up in time for the large witch to drop on me
>stay face down and play dead
>just need witch to get close
>witch kicks me over
>give it a shit-eating grin as I pull the pin off the last grenade
>witch returns the grin as it makes a throwing gesture
>grenade and a pair of fingers go flying into the brush
>witch plants a foot on my chest, points it staff at my face
>this is it, here it comes
>witch starts monologuing
>wasn't expecting that
>can't really hear over headache and bayonet saying "told you so!"
>who the hell monologues in this day and age?
>grab staff with bad arm, stab thigh with good arm
>thinking i'll shout "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD" or "EAT THIS"
>end up shouting something unintelligible, something like "blood eats for the this god!" or something
>either way, witch got the point
>bad arm now worse arm, staff burned when i grabbed it
>bayonet brought the witch to my level
>crawl close, resume stabbing it to death
>keep on stabbing, keep on stabbing
>witch dead, not sure how long i was stabbing for
>take a moment to admire my handy work
>bayonet says "eat the heart"
>"huh?'
>"eat heart, gain power."
>rather lay down, thank you very much
>rifle speaks up "there's still one alive, i'm sure it will oblige you"
>now that I think about it, I was kind of hungry for witch's heart today
>break sternum with hilt, cut away the sides, pry out the heart
>not sure if its me or the bayonet, but butchering is suddenly real easy
>chow down on raw not-human heart
>manage to hold down meal
>getting an "attaboy" from the bayonet
>rifle reminds me to eat the liver, its good for you
>maybe next time, frenzied stabbing mucked everything not protected by bone
>painful surge of energy, probably something I ate
>head still hurts, arm feeling better
>can't seem to focus enough to count my fingers, could've sworn I had more than 8
>getting hungry, a gnawing kind of hungry
>kind of hungry that more witch's heart (don't forget the liver) might solve
>just my luck there's one witch left
>it got close enough during the monologuing to see the knife fight
>started running when I started eating
>don't remember ordering this meal to go
>snatch up rifle and give chase

Epilogue
>now what?
>all my friends are dead
>but so are the witches
>didn't really plan past killing the last witch and eating organs
>still peckish
>figure I can go back and bury rhodie
>least i can do since i emptied his flask
>maybe scavenge the cache? head back to original base? figure it out when i get there
>start backtracking
>really easy to follow back, thanks new sense of smell
>reach the edge of the forest
>spot rhodie standing over there, waving at me
>wave back and run over
>bounce off something hard before i clear the woods
>headache came back, can't figure this shit out
>rhodie gives me a sad look "sorry bundy, but you can't leave."
>give him a hard look "why not?"
>"you broke taboo. no human flesh"
>"those witches weren't human."
>"witches were human enough to qualify"
>"but i did it to survive."
>"nam said the same thing"
>"b-but I avenged us, all of us!"
>"that's why they sent me instead of slav"
>"they?"
>"the returning old gods, but don't worry about them, worry about you. you have to stay in that forest."
>"for how long?"
>"as long as it takes."
>"that's bullshit"
>"so's eating people"
>"touche...do you want your flask back?"
>"keep it as a reminder. you already lost your humanity, try not to lose the memories too."
>"can I at least reload before I go back?"
>rhodie's FAL mags appeared at my feet
>rhodie's gone, but i hear his voice one last time
>"this isn't permanent. you'll be free someday"

>be me
>be sitting innawoods
>lost track of time
>all my friends are dead
>at least I still have my G3