Dead Snow

Part 1 - Intro

It was our 10th mission together. We were sent out to Antarctica to investigate why a secret ACF facility suddenly went dark. It was supposed to be a simple mission, get in, figure out what happened, get comms back up, leave. But when has a mission ever been that simple. We weren't the guys you sent in for a simple problem. We've dealt with all kinds of anomalous entities you couldn't possibly fathom. Tears into parallel universes, giant man-eating trees. Killer mannequins. Houses that turn people into piles of meat. Giant prehistoric serpents in the sea. Even demonic teddy bears. The list goes on. We are an unordinary secret foundation created to eliminate unordinary threats. Nobody knows who we are, nobody knows what we do, and nobody will know what we did. We are what keeps the world from falling into chaos. We are the Anomaly Containment Facility or ACF for short. I'm a weapon specialist assigned to Task Force Alpha, team 1, a mobile task force working for the ACF.

On my team was Micheal, the leader of team one. He's an ex-Marine turned ACF operator after being put on death row for shooting his CO. After being given the order to slaughter an entire village suspected of hiding national terrorists, he refused the order knowing they were innocent and shot his CO for threatening to kill him. At least that's how the story goes. He has a history of leading men into battle, and coming out with no casualties, a leadership skill the ACF desperately wants. In this line of work, it's extremely easy to get yourself killed, no team has lasted over 5 missions until Micheal took charge of team 1. He's studied just about every anomaly the ACF has ever come into contact with and learned from the experiences of past teams.

Next in command was Ross, our reconnaissance operator, and intelligence expert. He usually focuses on gathering as much intel on the enemy and its surroundings before we step into battle. He was equipped with a variety of breaching charges and explosive devices. As well as binoculars that could utilize thermal optics. On missions, he's pretty serious but a good man. He doesn't talk about his past much, all we know now is he was an army paratrooper, sent to do some missions that were off the books in a country he wasn't supposed to be in. After completing his mission, his entire unit was wiped out after information of his convoy was supposedly leaked to the enemy by "unknown" means. He was the only survivor. The ACF found him before his government could. Call it what you will, but we knew a cover-up when we hear one.

Next was Doc, you could probably guess what his duties are. He's an ACF Biologist turned operator. He convinced the ACF he belongs in the field instead of the lab. It was perfect timing since the ACF was looking for new ways to make mobile task teams more effective, then field medics were created. He's no stranger to death and even once treated himself after being impaled by a piece of rebar through his abdomen. A real hardass if you ask me. He was fitted with detox stems and defibrillators. State of the art medical equipment the ACF could offer.

After Doc was me. They called me Vic. I was a weapons designer for a big-time weapons company dealing with the U.S. Military. I was given a surprise interview one late evening inside my own home against my will. The ACF was interested in my talents and offered me the gig. After hearing what they can do, I couldn't refuse. I had a natural love for firearms. A week later I was given a new home in a secret facility somewhere underground. I didn't mind, the place was so huge, I would forget I live underground. Foods great, pay is outstanding, and the rooms are actually pretty nice. Apparently, when I moved in, I was reported dead on the news. Something about a fatal plane crash, a fake ticket was made in my name, and they never found a body. Several other ACF employees were also reported to be on that flight when they were hired here. Technically none of us exist.

Last on the team was Mac. Real smart ass that guy. Got life in prison for hacking into the presidential network and acquiring launch codes. Why'd he do it? "Some guy in France was talking to my girlfriend! And he called me out! Said I couldn't touch him, but I showed him! Well almost showed him..." Though he IS the smartest guy in the group, he's not the "brightest". With him on the team, breaking into security systems or getting into high clearance areas was never a problem. He carries a slick touch screen super computer strapped to his forearm. On his back was a self-attaching and detaching drone that could do all sorts of things. He even designed our high tech glasses that allow us to see in thermal, infrared, night vision, and even capable of seeing sound waves emitted by everything around the wearer. At first glance, they just look like ordinary sunglasses.

We've been through some real fucked up situations together. We've seen men bent and twisted alive, possessed, turned inside out. Devoured by plants, decapitated by life-sized dolls. We've seen it all. Whatever caused us to be sent out here to this God-forsaken snow desert, I was confident we could handle it.