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The next surprise came from a mutated Yao Guai. You were making snails pace, cutting through the vegetation and fighting off the occasional spore carrier attack when you felt a slight tremor. Before you could whip around and raise your rifle, you were slammed to the ground by the familiar wasteland beast.
But where you expected to see a hulking, mutated bear, what was bearing down on you with a massive paw on your chest was anything but that. The Boomer Blight had warped such a noble creature into a nightmare as its skin now has a sickly green tinge, with pulsating black veins running along its completely hairless body.
All along the back and sides sprout wide, flat and colorful flowers that emit green spores with every movement. Worse yet are the tendrils coming from the midsection of the filth on top of you. They look similar to the roots of plants but squirm and grasp at your legs. Instead of two glassy eyes belonging to the mutated bear, one is completely missing and replaced by an empty hole in the skull while the other has been pushed out and is hanging by a literal thread of tendon while more roots spread out from the orbit cavity.
The mutant goes to roar but what comes out is little more than a gurgle. A few drops of black bile splatters your helmet and more of those damned tendrils from its mouth attempt to grab hold of your skull.
With one arm pinned under the creature, you use the other and grab the plasma pistol. You unload the entire energy cell into the underside of its skull and quickly wriggle out under it as before it collapses on top of you. Back on your feet, you groan as instead of falling down dead, the Boomer Bear instead rises up on its hind legs and turns towards you. The head may be gone but in its place are the same tendrils, now whipping around blindly.
[What the fuck.]
It gets worse as the chest cavity, also full of the same root-like tendrils, literally opens and reveals rows of gnashing teeth while the chest tendrils reach out and attempt to pull you in. You consider yourself one of the bravest in the entire wasteland, but right now you feel small and very out of your element. But instead of giving into fear, you reach down to your belt and grab an incendiary grenade.
The gaping maw in the thing’s chest doesn’t realize what a M205 full of napalm can do to flesh and greedily grabs the ordinance as it’s thrown, resulting in a disgusting explosion of gore and fire that rains down around you. The treetops begin burning as well, resulting in embers falling down on and around you while you attempt to calm yourself. The only thing left from that monstrosity are two hind legs from the former Yao Guai.
You roll on your back and gaze up at what little sky you can see through the canopy and wonder when you died and went to hell.
