Crossroads: A Killing Floor Fanfic

All was normal in London, until one day genetically engineered monstrosities came and turned it into a butcher's shop. Some might say it was... a Killing Floor. This story will follow Omega, a former British soldier turned mercenary for the Crossroads PMC, a recently formed company formed to profit off of the recent outbreak and subsequent incursion of genetically modified experiments by sending barely trained and often underequipped mercenaries to exterminate Horzine's greatest achievements in genetic engineering and cloning technologies.
This is meant to be a more serious and gritty fanfic that remains true to the atmosphere of the KF Mod and KF1 in general. Obvious warning for extreme violence and foul language.

[DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE KILLING FLOOR MOD OR THE KILLING FLOOR VIDEO GAME SERIES MADE BY TRIPWIRE INTERACTIVE, NOR DO I CLAIM ANY FORM OF OWNERSHIP OF THE KILLING FLOOR INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY. REGARDLESS, UNLESS YOU ARE TRIPWIRE INTERACTIVE, PLEASE DO NOT REDISTRIBUTE THIS WORK WITHOUT MY PERMISSION.]
Work in progress.