In an isolated cabin, sitting within a snowy mountain range of what was once vermont, lived a hunter of both game and person. He lived a quiet life in near full solitude. His incredible marksmanship was relatively unkown. But somehow, it was still known by some weird folk.
Every so often two men in long white coats would come to the hunter and show him a photo of a face and give a location and a promise of 'protection'. Those faces would then be six feet under in a matter of days.
Those two white-coat men knocked on his door once again.
"Simo Valkoinen. Open up." One of the men said.
The wooden door opened with a creek, a Lynx beastman stood on the inside, a dry look on his face. Simo's fur was white and spotted, and he wore all black, from his parka to his boots. He didn't say a word to the men.
"We've got another one." The other whitecoat said.
He pulled out a picture of a face and handed it to the Lynx. It was a black cat person with dark blue hairfur.
"We heard from radio chatter by this guy's pals that he'll be in Makina tommorow morning. We need him out of the picture."
Simo nodded, but spoke.
"I'd like to know why. And who you two are."
"You've never asked that before." said one of the men.
"I am aware," He said firmly through his thick accent.
"but I don't know why you want me to kill people. And what is the 'protection' I've been getting in return?"
"Listen, Simo. Do you see this symbol?" One of them said, pointing at the infinite knot symbol over his heart.
"Depending on view, it represents love- or eternal bitterness with life. You don't want the bitterness."
Simo gave a light nod.
"Considering how good you've been, though. You'll know our names. I'm Russell."
The other whitecoat was more identifiable for his beard. He gave his name as well.
"I'm Mitford."
"Now, Simo. We need to get moving. Grab your rifle. For urgency, you're getting there in the back of our vehicle."
Simo silently nodded and went into his cabin, exiting with ammo pouches on his belt and a bolt action slung over his shoulder.
He entered in the back of an armoured car, and was driven off by the whitecoats.
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"The fissure?" James remarked, surprised.
"You heard me."
"But Ryder, what's the point in that? I mean, do you have any idea how much effort it would take, the factions, the logistics, the-"
*BANG......... .....BANG*
The sound of the fox anxiously chattering on was abruptly ended. The crew jumped.
"The fuck was that?!" Nazar yelled.
"G-Gunshots! Is everybody okay?!" Setré croaked
Everybody felt their body and replied with 'okay.'
Oberon turned around and looked off into the distance. He scanned the horizon.
"3. People. Detected." came out from Oberon's rugged sound chip."
Seconds passed quick, no more gunshots heard, the group standing in silence.
"I think we should investigate." Ryder said.
"....Let's go then." James replied, getting in his scrap truck.
Within a minute of driving in the direction that Oberon detected figures, they'd arrived at a scene. 3 men. Two in white coats, a bearded one with his head half gone. Another white coat, bleeding from the gut and lying against a sturdy car. The 3rd, a lynxman donned in black, rifle aimed at the wounded whitecoat. The lynx was screaming.
"-Fucking tell me!" The lynx yelled as Umbriel's group dismounted from their vehicles.
"What in the hell is going on here?" Setré said, causing the lynx to look behind him.
"This man wants that fucking cat dead." The lynx said, pulling the picture of Umbriel from his pocket and showing it to the group.
Umbriel immediately went beside the Lynx and drew his gun upon the wounded whitecoat.
"Are you the doctor that sent some raiders after us?!"
The man chuckled, a trace of blood streaming from his mouth.
"Eheh. Echeh. No. I'm not the doctor. You'll never.... never fucking get to him. Ech....heh..."
He turned his gaze to the lynx.
"Simo... you fucking... idiot. You've become... a dead man..."
He screamed, face flinched in pain.
"YOU'RE ALL FUCKING DEAD MEN!! .....the Infinity..... shall exit the shadows.... and strike... *cough*.... you don't know... what you're getting yourselves into...."
The man's energy was spent, only able to continue coughing as he stared down the barrel of a revolver.
Umbriel pulled the trigger. The man's head exploded, insides splattered to the side of the car. The group looked away, disgusted from the gore.
Umbriel breathed heavily, putting his revolver away. He looked at Simo.
"I guess I'll join."
"Yeah.... well... fuck."
James scratched the back of his head.
"...I'm a dead man too. I'll come along to this fissure journey."
Umbriel faced his group of dead men and looked down.
"I'm no leader.... All that I wanted was to know about the world before and how.... how it got this way. But...."
Umbriel sighed and lifted his head back up.
"We're in this. We can't turn back... and we need to stick together."
"This is fucking insane..." Nazar mummbled.
"World already was." Ryder half-jokingly replied, elbowing Nazar.
"Let's go."
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Adventure[NEW NOTE: THIS IS NOT ABANDONED. I just have some other bustling ideas. And I feel my quality here is a bit TOO amateurish, and think I'll have to rewrite a lot. Which would be a gigantic undertaking.] An inexplicable, cataclysmic event's aftermath...
