The blistering sun and humid air never felt so assuaging. I take a large breath, calming my erratic heartbeat. I need to get in contact with my task force and update them on the Trilconven, seen as how a prisoner has never escaped their clutches. I begin with a light jog wanting to conserve what little energy I had left, and head West. If the Trilconven underground base is anywhere near where I was originally bombed, then I shouldn't be far from secluded West war base. Driven with a new goal, I continue to jog until I faintly see a rather large and black square in the distance. Trudging over the rolling hills of bright orange sand skimming over my feet, I finally reach my safe haven. Inside lies my old pals, generals, and our weapons needed to end the Trilconven. I bang on the grand door harder than intended, and it creakes open, sending an eerie shiver down my spine. I flick on the near light switch tentatively, and let the atrocity seep into my brain as a sponge would do. A massacre lays before me, and I can't move. The last frail piece of my sanity cracks. Bodies lay strewn across the floor, separated by piles of limbs.They sick psychos sorted the butchered body parts, I process. If I only know one thing, it's that the Trilconven know how to send a message.
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Lone Mercury
خيال علميIt's the year 2050, and the entire Southern Hemisphere is ruled by a terrible force that shows no mercy, and is selfishly run. While the awful murders and evil schemes pile up, the North has tried to end the South empire called the Trilconven. All a...
