Journal entry of my Guerrero Dario. Base colroing, still needs some a lot of shading.
The text is part of the Degenesis story I am writing.

Journal text:

It was sometime late at night and it was still dark outside when Darío suddenly woke from his sleep. He sat up and shook his head slightly. He had not been dreaming, and he found it strange that he had been startled up so suddenly. He looked around. Matador was lying next to him and was still asleep, hadn't even woken up, very uncommon for a dog. He was supposed to feel it immediately when Darío barely moved, He frowned and somehow the dog seemed strangely pale, as if the color was almost completely washed out, like on an old, faded picture.


Darío took a deep breath and slowly stood up, looking at Kira, who was also asleep, but looked just as pale as the dog.

The young Guerrero swallowed hard and it was uncomfortably cold. His gaze moved on to the Tomas and Fynn... even the Scrapper looked pale and Fynn was nowhere to be seen and might had left the house. His blankets and pillows lay tattered and there was no sign of the Hellvetic and his armor. Had he left them ?


Darío was confused. It had become freezing coldand he could see his breath materializing in small clouds in front of him. The Hybrispanian was shivering and slowly walked to the door. Joshua was sleeping next to it.. everything felt liveless... colorless and as if dead.


He cautiously approached Joshua, who was lying on his back, and now that Dario was standing right next to him, he could see that his throat had been cut... blood was streaming from the wound, and the dark red contrasted sharply with the gray of the pool around his head, which was slowly growing larger.

Darío looked at it with horror. Who had done this ? Fynn ? Why? It did not make sense? Who had done it and how had the person come into the room unnoticed... why hadn't the dog noticed ?

He approached the door, his heart beating up to his throat, his hand shaking as he pushed it open.


Darkness dominated outside and the sky was strangely black, yet everything seemed as if the moon was illuminating the landscape, that he could see.

It was deadsilent, except for a distorted, morbid laugh and someone hammering nails into wood.

It couldn't be too far away, possibly behind the ledge. Darío sneaked out of the house and took cover behind the rocks, which felt like ice. He was freezing harder, having difficulty suppressing the shivering that was getting stronger... from cold and fear that was crawling along his spine.


What he then witnessed made it difficult for him not to throw up. Someone was hammering the Hellvetic against a kind of cross, still in full armor. It was torn open at the stomach and somone had gutted Fynn, parts of his intestines still hanging down. Darío had to gag.


Just this gagging betrayed him and the figure hammering Fynn onto the cross turned to him. It wore the helmet and the clothes of a Spitalien, but strangely deformed and the glasses of the gas mask shone in a strangely cold light. The figure gave a strange growl and then screamed, a scream that shook Darío to the core and he started to run back to the house. He could hear more screams answering the Spitalien and he ran as fast as he could, only to see that he was too late. The house was on fire and slowly collapsing. He felt tears gathering hotly in his eyes and then an indescribable cruel pain bored through his chest.


Darío snapped out of his sleep and choked before throwing up next to the makeshift bed, fortunately not on the side where Tomas was sleeping.

He was drenched in sweat and glanced around in panic and immediately got up and grabbed his clothes. They had to leave and quickly. He shook Tomas awake, if he wasn't already, and got dressed while he started waking the others.
"Help me wake them all." His voice was almost pleading and Tomas could hear the panic in it.


"Darío, it's all good. You had a dream," Tomas said, just trying to reassure him. "We're all here, they're still asleep."
He remembered the last time he had a nightmare and just expected it to happen again. It worried him how upset he was, but he hoped he could calm the guerrero down.


The guerrero was already waking up Fynn and Matador followed him. He just put on his vest and shook his head to Tomas' words.
"We have to leave, just believe me." There was a deep urgency in the words, a conviction that made it clear he would
would not be able to dissuade him, no matter what she said. Darío knew what the dream meant. If they didn't leave now, they would all be dead in a few minutes.