Fear Stem: Generation Faction

Chapter 1: Defense against The Guardian

Have you ever stopped to think what it would be like to see your worst nightmare form right in front of you? What about monstrous figures that are deformed to the point where it stops being human. The though of it feels like a wheel of needles puncturing your skin as it crawls up and down your back, cold sharp discomfort but not pain, just a seed of what is called fear. It was only the beginning of my night shift when our first attack happened. I sat at my decades old desk that belonged to my ancient professor, Mr. Eren Doole, crazy old bastard didn't know how much trouble a piece of scrap wood could be to anyone touching it. Splinters slowly poked at my palm as I slam my hand in to the thing creating only what could be described as a 'tornado siren going off in a pit of hungry, flesh eating wolfs.' Another member of my raiding party carefully peaked through the door to chek what all the rukas was about, I quickly dimissed them as it was on me getting in over my head about mapping a trip that wouldn't result in someone getting taken. I am the head of command of the scavengers, a division in our faction that parts from the Base to scurry around the area to search for any survival materials or hints of a oncoming attack from those horrors we so very much despise. Our last scavenge did not end well for the most part, two more party members were taken by the horrors and it's always the same one that manages to keep tearing us away, The Guardian. Well, that's what we call it, we have no idea what these things are besides the fact they are dubbed 'Horrors.' Not from any personal experience have we seen this species of horror but it has gained it's name for a precise reason.