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After having a very pleasant night of sleep, I remembered a dream I had a couple of nights ago. In it, everyone in my town had been infected with the Destroyer Plague. The Destrpyer Plague is a plague of Nurgle, and I was the only one left, and had to survive long enough for the US Armed Forces to come. And now we have this. I hope you enjoy.

"Carif Alpha's Third Moon. Late in the 38th millenium a Confessor turned to the dark forces of Chaos, and began insturcting his followers in the ways of the "Emporer".
In reality, he was teaching them the rights of Nurgle. Within a year, he was sponsered by the Planetery Govenor, and was able to take over all the Imperial Priest. A week after that, he unleashed the Destroyer Plague. In the great central chapel in the Govenor's palace, every single worshipper was infected. The flies flew into their eyes, ears,
mouths, and other unpleasant orifaces best left unknown for the faint of heart. It was here that we recruited one of our best assasins...."
-Excerpt from Inquisitor Marcus Cames Treatise on Combating The Dark Powers, Book Four, The Plague Father and His Diseases

Jack rushed through the streets. People turned to look, not knowing his reason. They were doomed. He could here the incessant buzzing of the flies as they swarmed through the streets, devouring everything in their path. Making a left turn, Jack found himself facing a wall of Arbites.
"Open Fire." spoke the Sergeant.
Jack's body became little more than a smear on the street. The Arbite sergeant commanded his squad to remove their armor, and welcome the flies. The Plague grew.



Jericho locked the door, and shoved a bookcase against it. Finding himself with a moment to spare, Jericho took stock of his surrondings. The hab unit he had taken shelter in was crowded, dark, and smelt of faintly of illegal narcotics. Quickly moving furniture around, Jericho did his best to barricade off all entrances. After the door, two windows on the right side of the building, and one door in the back, he then looked around for a weapon. He didn't know what was happening, but he didn't need to know that too run. He had seen people's bodies burst open, and massive swarms of black flies attack any living thing nearby. The barricades had been made as best he could, and Jericho realised they wouldn't do anything if he didn't have a weapon. Quickly looking around, Jericho picked up a hammer from the ground.


"It is my sincere hope, that the Council will find it both prudent and beneficial to allow the survival of Jericho Materson. He has an intimate knowledge of how to combat Deamonic forces, especially those of the Lord of Flies. The Overseers of the Eversor temple have found him to easily meet the qualifications, and we have already established his, "Other", abilities. As such I believe that to execute would be detrimental to the Imperium
-Inquisitor Marcus Cames Testimony, Inquisitor Council Hearing


I could here the sound of the infected slamming against the door, and quickly pulled my balaclava up, and my googles down. I raised my hammer in one hand, and a broken piece
of wood in my left, nails jutting from its top. The door broke inward, and a putrid, bloated figure rushed in. I smashed my stick into its forehead, and it crumpled to the floor. As soon as i had dispatched with it, six more rushed in. I threw my hammer at one, and it stumbled back, leaking black pus. I lashed out with the wood, and speared one Putrid through the heart. For the next two hours, the Putrids rushed me, only to meet death at the end of a hammer. When I found myself alone, and with no enemy, i knew I couldn't keep this up. The
hab-unit was too open for me to be able to constantly defend. Though, i cringed at the thought, I knew what I had to do. I would have to escape to the streets.