【战锤40k同人作品翻译】Ennui 第二章：信仰 Faith(14)

这种揪心的噪声只持续了几个心跳。
然后便是一片寂静。
我等着，听着，最后鼓起勇气将一只耳朵贴到门上，并屏住呼吸试图捕捉一些声响。
什么都没有，除了模糊的，“嘀嗒，嘀嗒，嘀嗒”的液体滴落声。
我用力地咽了口唾沫，战斗刀的皮革刀柄随着我将之愈发攥紧而嘎吱作响。我站起身来，坚定地用肩膀推开房门。
一小股血潮涌进了房间并没过了我的脚踝，随之是兽人的肚肠、鲜血和黏液的恶臭。我的肚子在这股难以言喻的气味如雷锤般击中我的脸时发起了抗议，我踉跄着后退了几步，随后便呕出了胃里仅存的一点内容物。
我摇晃着站起来，深呼吸了一下，然后…
这是个错误。
我跌撞着重回房间，并因臭气和污物紧紧附在鼻腔和舌面上而一次次地剧烈干呕。我的内脏痛苦地收缩、痉挛，疼痛的泪水滑落我的脸颊。
又过了一会儿，我找回了对自己的控制。我羞愧难当，没有其他人在场是我唯一的慰藉。
这一次我浅浅地呼吸，尽可能少地感知到兽人的残骸的同时完全进入了走廊。
Without warning, a bestial roar of ‘WAAAAGH’ split the air, and it was a tone that I recognized. It was an Orkish battlecry, and it was echoed deafeningly for a brief moment before the whole hab was filled with what sounded horribly like leather being ripped on a monstrous scale, and a noise not unlike an industrial pressure washer spraying a stone wall.

The harrowing cacophony persisted for no more than a handful of heartbeats.
Then there was silence.
I waited and listened, finally working up the courage to press an ear to the door, and I held my breath as I strained to hear any sound at all.
There was nothing. Nothing but the faint, drip-drip-drip of liquid.