Weird Dreams (18+)

// No, this isn't lore, but rather the sum of a series of dreams that I've been having. I still do not know how the story will end and only will when the dreams stop happening, so... Yeah, this will hopefully be updated as time passes. The apparent theme around it is horror and survival, set in Europe during the period of the second world war, although not partaking in it. Hope y'all have fun reading it. - Bunkers and trenches carve the borders of Europe, yet, the war never seems to come by. Soldiers stand their ground, waiting for orders to attack the enemy position. But the orders don't arrive. Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, Christmas rolls around... Still nothing. The trenches and the woods have become your home, and with the help of your platoon, it looks like one as well. Well, somewhat, the closest you can get with what your people can gather in the forest and the supplies that arrive once a week. - And then one day, you find that one of your comrades is missing. 'Ah, he probably went off to hunt', some would say, but a day goes by and he doesn't return. What does come, however, is the eerie feeling of being watched. Everyone appears to be looking over their shoulders once in a while... Strange, isn't it? Another day rolls by, and you catch a glimpse of something staring down at you from the trees, big eyes and rows and rows of white teeth, but when you pull the rifle from the back, the thing is no longer there. And that's when you hear it. One of your friends is calling you over, along with a few others from both your squad and the squad whose member is missing. They've found him. - The poor bastard is dead, wrists, and legs tied with rope onto a tree. The belly and the torso are shredded as if he was attacked by a hungry animal, and the head is nowhere to be found. The image is... Unsettling, to say the least, but some of you gather enough courage to cut down the ropes and give the man a proper burial while the others warily point their guns at the trees. What has transpired here? Hushed discussions happen while the body is lowered to its shallow grave, but none of you can really understand how someone could've been tied and gutted like a fish by, say, a bear or a wolf, animals can't use tools for god's sake... - The next few days go by without major incidents, but the feeling of being watched grows in intensity to a point where nearly everyone is walking around with their guns at ready, but no one is truly mentioning it. The weekly resupply is late, but it's winter, so one could gather that the snow isn't making travel very easy to the horses and wagons that usually bring stuff along. Still, the platoon lead rounded up a squad of relatively healthy people to take the mules and head off to the nearby town to get some better axes and shovels to help with clearing up the road if needed be, and... Well, you find yourself to be appointed to be part of this group. Which falls to you as a bit of a relief, finally a chance to stay away from this place for a while, see new faces, at least ones that are not looking at you from the top of a tree with hungry eyes and hundreds of teeth. - The journey takes a little over a day, with a pause to sleep in the middle, but the feeling of being watched has moved away and all seems to become normal again. Until your group reaches its destination. The town isn't huge, it only has a few dozen houses or so, but all of them are quiet, the windows are dark. Not a single soul in sight. "Blood!" One of your fellow comrades calls out upon approaching one of the windows and looking inside, "My god, there's blood everywhere!" The group readies their guns and slowly cluster up, backs against backs while the eyes watched for any movement that came to be. A blood-chilling screech pierced through the air and froze everyone's muscles, followed by three shots of small arms somewhere nearby, but none of them pointed to your group. Everyone turns and points to the residence where these sounds came from, and its doors burst open just as you cocked your rifle. Out came a little girl, a young man, and an elder, running down your direction with panic on their eyes. The older man turned around and shot with his pistol towards the house. - Just as a mass of pale white skin leaped out to the open, its shape obscured by its speed as it jumped onto the man and sliced him in four different parts with a single blow. Your teammates opened fire on the creature, while you and two others grabbed the young man and the girl and ran away. Screams ring in your ears as the group behind you falls one by one, victims to a beast that you couldn't even get a proper glimpse at even as you ran off. You make it out of the village and back to the treeline, and when you look back, the creature is... Nowhere nearby, not having followed the little group of survivors out, too busy dealing with the ones that were actually shooting at it. The girl is bruised and in a state of shock, so is the young man, but at least they're alive. Silent, the survivors gather their breath to start their return back to their home bunker, along with the two new companions.