In a far-reaching street stands the persona of man. Of average height this figure, clad in stalker gear; Full wrap helmet with ballistic visor, mask with two grey cannisters projecting outwards, heavy lead ballistic weave covering the torso, over that a vest with five magazines, black combat backpack layered with tools and supplies, urban camo pants with ballistic knee guards, black combat boots hooded with dust. On their back a 7.62 caliber machine gun. Pistol holstered on their hip. They reach to a radio, and with a Gruff muffled voice speak out, "Operator O-C, this is O-R, come in C, over." A voice caressed by a thick Eastern accent answers. "I Read you O-R, over." "O-C, what is your status, over." "There is a small discrepancy in my readings... I see... pronounced areas of lethality... I am not quite sure what is wrong, my personal Geiger says nothing is wrong, busted piece of shit. over." "I copy you O-C. continue to do readings with your personal counter' and let me know if you find anything, over." The radio gives two short blasts of static to signal acknowledgment.
Through the thick clothing, operator Romeo could feel the breeze; cold and warm at the same time, of course he knew the warmth was danger, radioactive winds being common to this area. His Geiger counter started to happily click away, a melodramatic drone of click, click-click, click-click-click. A brutally uncomfortable sound to hear, but a necessary one. Operator Romeo does three more periodic radio checks to operator Tango, Hotel, and Juliette. Begone with the radio chatter, Operator Romeo made long swift strides forward. holding his flashlight in his left hand, and his pistol in his right, a long red beam shone out from the barrel of the handgun.
In front of a small shop with the words "третий уличный кофе" roughly translating to "Third street Coffee." Stands Romeo, he steps up to the front door; shoves the flashlight between his neck and shoulder and tries the handle. It is rusted over and creaky, but the door gives. Immediately a cloud of dust flushes up from the dark reaches of the cafe. with his pistol in hand, he does a quick sweep of the area. This reveals a pile of flipped tables; covered in splinters of wood. A bar gleaming with ancient dust, and the corpse of what looks like a scavenger, long coat, rifle, large sack. The body looked to have been like this for at least 20 years. With further inspection R' deemed the building to be safe. He turned to the body and inspected it further. Clutched under their right arm was a rusted rifle, high caliber for the area but beyond repair. The gas mask protecting the face of the long-deceased scavenger was cracked and chipped, indicating cause of death. Under the sack beside the corpse was a note, old, cracked paper, with a distinct style of handwriting, with whisps and small details uncommon for the scavenging types. R' read it out quietly.
God will not forgive me. God will never forgive me for what I have done. I will see the heaven of which all men dream yet sink into the black abyss of damnation. I will not speak the goodnight of which few may have. I will not pass softly into the light touch of death. I am sorry Michael, you were my closest friend. You forgave me for my horror, you saved me from my death. you stuck out for me when I was alone and afraid, but that night, you wanted me to stop my drink, you wished upon me to take heed of my life, and I killed you. I KILLED YOU FOR NOTHING! God what did you do to deserve it? my brother you were loyal, you were brave. And you met death by my hand, you begged me to help, but I watched you die. Goodbye my sweet world, that of which you prevent my sanity, that of which you Usher me forward like a pig to the slaughter! Nay, I will die here, and suffer for what I have done. The Lord's curse is on the house of the wicked, but he blesses the home of the righteous.
-Pavel
"FUUUUUUCK HOLY FUUUCK GET OFF M-----" The radio screeches out the desperate wails of operator Charlie. Not far away a barrage of gunshots could be heard. At first the abandoned streets echoed with gunshots, then the symphony of death shot silent; Booming Louder than any gunshot could produce. "Operator Charlie! Come in Operator Charlie! For fuck's sake answer me, Dominick!" "All operators Hurry to fourth street; I repeat fourth street!" R' cradles his rifle, sprints out the door, and heads upwards towards fourth street. Quicky passing a corner a large shopping center appears, with giant letters saying "Семейный магазин" or "Family store", on the black scorched ground lay a blood soaked AKM, hot shell casings scatter the ground, huge puddles of blood everywhere. With further inspection four fingers lay at the handle of the rifle. R' aims his rifle in the direction of the blood smear-straight into the shopping center. The front doors ripped open on both sides, their hinges bent and broken, R' quietly rushes to the side of the center. its walls covered in an ancient coat of paint, stricken with paintings of children, and their parents; in desperate hopes to encourage families to shop there. 10 meters away R' spots a door, he quietly walks up to it, with his left hand he tests the lock. The cold metal door making no effort to open stayed dormant, like a stone basilisk waiting to be released from the sun. with this route being unavailable, and the front door being so uninviting; R' crept around the backside, a small chain-link fence protected the loading bay and the employee parking. finding a small hole in the fence He slips through. Loading bay 3's door was wide open, obviously by the employees from the before. He leaped up and climbed over the concrete walkway, he could see the inside of the storage room. The 50-year-old boxes of food thrown everywhere; it looked as though someone had gone through here already. The moment he stepped into the bay he heard the ominous ticking of his Geiger, the radiation levels here were off the charts. R' could feel the warm glow of the radiation touching his skin. "Fuck." He pulled out his radio and whispered. "Charlie do you read? Dominick are you there?" while he was talking, he heard his voice crackle back to him, echoing through the store. "Operator Rome-" his radio barked out the voice of Tango, quickly he shut it off as it would alert anybody-or anything, to his location. "Fuck me, this is not good."
As R' got closer and closer to the main part of the store, strange noises evoked fear in him. Romeo could feel his hair rise up, his hands a cool sweat, his gasmask visor covered in steam. the noises he could hear were cold, wet, and vile. the sound of flesh being ripped from bone. These regurgitated sounds echoed throughout the shop. With every sound his bones fatigued. his body became weak, lulled by the horror of sound his ears were endearing. the space opened and he could tell he was in the shopping area. R' crouched behind a counter, 10 meters away the source of the noises emanated. With his rifle pointed forward he slowly rose from the counter. what he saw shook his soul, he could taste vomit in his mouth, his hands shook violently, forcing the rifle from side to side. In front of him stands a creature, its grey and pink skin covered in fresh blood, over the pink skin protrudes bones, black with white specs, grotesque clumps of flesh cover its body, like leeches. This creature had two human like legs, with fat tumors and lesions covering its skin. The Beast was crouched over something, its arms furiously clawing at it, revealing the meat of its victim. two legs lay out from the corpse, urban camo pants, clawed beyond recognition, and black knee guards. This beast had ripped Dominick to shreds. On the floor lay a radio, the antenna had been cracked off, and the front panel looked crushed. from it lurched out "Im...... in to.... fin...... you!" R' thought to himself, "Stay the fuck away from here you idiots!" through the front door of the market rushed Tango, the beast devouring Dominick vanished beside the stall, only R' could see it, Tango shone his light directly at Romeo. Their eyes met and tango could see the fear in them. His gaze faltered downwards; on the ground the violated corpse of Dominick lay. Tangos averted his gaze from Dominick to look back at R', who stood there shaking. like lightning the Beast sprung forward, leaping onto Tango, a muffled scream rang out. then the loud crack of his neck ended the spout of screams.
Romeo dropped to the floor, holding back tears. The image of Tango getting leaped on leered through his mind. Outside of the store R' could hear Juliette and hotel yelling. The beast looked upwards and rushed out the front entrance. Numerous gunshots rang out, then screams, then more gunshots. then nothing.
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FantasyI only have the prologue completed, will be updating periodically.
