PrinceAlexus
Charley
BunniesOfDoom
Vixere
hanzo
The Raven Calls
Kaithe Dame
Sky Blue
Noctis
TokyoPewPew
Location Outside of Camp Hope Light
Date August 17th, 2024
The once-lush forests of Northern Oregon had taken on a sinister, twisted beauty in wake of the apocalypse. It has been a few years since the initial fall of society along with the Russian soldier appearing in America. He had been to a handful of states and did not realize it. Did he care? Everything was land, less or more so, and insignificant in his eyes.
Towering pines and firs were standing as if they were silent sentinels, their needles glistened with memories of christmas, if you grew up with christmas, and some showed signs of disease where their needles blackened in color. The ones with disease seemed to gnarl and claw at the ash-laden sky. There was a constant smell of decay and dampness in the area, carrying a faint, nauseating scent of rot that never seemed to fully dissipate. The individual stepping around seemed unbothered by the stench.
Mist was clinging to the ground in the early hours, a ghostly veil that shrouded the horrors lurking just beyond sight. Nestled amidst this foreboding wilderness, Camp Hope Light stood as a bastion of survival, a flickering beacon in the world that had gone dark. The camp was fortified with towering walls made from salvaged steel and timber, reinforced with barbed wire and metal spikes, a stark contrast to the desolation beyond. These walls rose high, casting long shadows that stretched on whichever way the sun demanded, and was a constant reminder of the dangers that lurk on the outside of them. Of predators and harm.
Watchtowers punctuate the perimeter at regular intervals, manned by people who were appointed to guard the camp, they were armed with rifles and crossbows, their watchful eyes scanned the outer perimeters for movement and danger. Everyone was hardened by years of survival at this point, and he watched from afar, taking note that the majority of them wore a mixture of military gear and scavenged clothing, their faces lined with exhaustion and determination. Floodlights, powered by what one could only assume to be a jerry-rigged generator, casts harsh beams of light into the surrounding forest, illuminating the twisted undergrowth were possible threats of infected prowl.
From the other day while high up in one of the bigger trees, he noticed that the internals of the camp were a patchwork of makeshift structures — tents, lean-tos, and a few studier buildings crafted from scavenged materials. The ground seemed to be worn and middy, crisscrossed with footpaths trampled by the population of survivors who call this place home. A sense of uneasy calm pervades the camp, a fragile peace that could be shattered at any moment by echoing moans of the undead or other dangers —A project result of Genesis.
The dense forests surrounding Camp Hope Light were eerily silent for the most part except the background sounds of animals, the wind blowing through the leaves, and other miscellaneous noises of the forest. Deciding to make himself known, his figure emerged from the shadows, and he was a towering figure himself — seeming almost more monster than human by his height. He was wearing the Soviet Union grade colors and military outfit that he had since his escape during the fall. They were tattered and overused though still viable for the most part. He was a product of Genesis, an individual designed for war, and now a predator in a world devoid of civilization. His eyes, a cold and almost unnatural looking shade of blue focused on the fortified walls of the camp with a predatory calm.
In one hand, SU 2775 held the severed arm of a human, its flesh torn and bloodied, hanging limp as he methodically tore strips of muscle with his teeth. His jaw working with precision, chewing the raw meat as if it were nothing more than a piece of dried jerky. Blood slowly dribbled down his chin, staining the front of his face and beard, along with the ragged, military-style inform, but the experiment paid no mind to the gore. His focus was solely on the structure ahead, a bastion of human life, and a spot that caused him crippling curiosity for the past week.
The guard at the front gate seemed to stiffen upon spotting him as he approached, the beam of a fleshlight sweeping across the abomination before him. The guard’s face is a mask of barely-contained terror, his hands gripping his rifle so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. The imagery in front of him was enough to freeze the blood in his veins.
“Stop right there!” the guard shouted, his voice cracking slightly, betraying himself and exposing fear. He raised his rifle, aiming it at the individual’s chest who was eating off from a severed arm, though he was gripping at the idea that the individual in front of him might be more similar to Eden or Freya than a regular human.
SU 2775 decided to stop a few paces from the gate, his head tilting slightly to the side as he regarded the guard with a cold, calculating gaze. His lips curl into a grotesque smile, revealing bloodstained teeth. He takes another bite from the severed arm, chewing slowly, deliberately, before finally speaking in a voice that is disgustingly calm and measured with a thick accent from his motherland — Russia.
“Vhat if I do not,” his words are more similar to a statement than a question, muffled slightly by the mouthful of flesh. “Do yourrrself favorrrr and let me in.”
The guard swallows hard, sweat beading on his brow despite the chill in the air. He glances up at the watchtower, hoping for backup, but none is immediately forthcoming. The decision falls to him.
“We will not be letting you in. What do you want?” the guard demands, trying to keep his voice steady, though it’s clear he’s out of his depth with this individual.
SU 2775 takes another slow, deliberate bite, savoring the last of the arm before going to toss the remains to the side like garbage. His eyes never leave the guard’s, a predatory clean in them. “I vant to surrrrvive,” he replies, the words heavily with a grim finality. “Same as you. But I’m not like otherrrs out zerrre. I don’t need to tearrr down yourrr valls to get what I vant.”
A pause, a tense silence that stretches out like a blade’s edge. The guard hesitates, weighing his options, knowing that whatever choice he makes could seal the fate of himself or possibly everyone inside of the camp's fate.
Keeping the rifle aimed at SU 2775, he didn’t know if he wanted to call this in or not, and using one hand to shakily grab for the walkie-talkie, he decided to try and intimidate the individual outside of the camp, “I am calling this in but you will not be able to get into this camp without approval,” he unlatched the walkie-talkie from his belt. “Do not move.” His voice was tight and attempting authority.
Su 2775’s eyes seemed to be intense with a sharpness of debate — to kill or not to kill this person. With how they were reacting to him, he felt like they at least should be punished, but he was debating if he should do anything at all. It was hard to ignore a challenge. You will not be able to get into this vamp without approval. Those words burned into his mind and provoked an aggressive excitement in his chest. He was triggered at the challenge.
With a swing back of his arm, he held onto the severed arm of an unknown victim, and threw it up in the air. The guard decided to drop his walkie-talkie before taking his eyes off from the individual in front of him for mere seconds. His eyes watching as the bloodied and severed arm which was eaten off began to fall towards him. That was when he noticed movement, barely any noise, and the unknown man was up on the same level as him. Scaling the wall without issues as he landed right beside him.
The guards movements were delayed compared to the super soldier, his rifle spinning around to aim at the possible threat, and before he could get a position, a good shot, or process another thing — SU 2775 caught the severed arm in his hand and smacked the guard so hard over the head with it the guard’s body heavily and lifelessly smashed against the protective railing of the wall before he fell into the path way. “Do not challenge me you pathetic animal,” he hummed a growl that was followed by a grin of pleasure. Crouching over the man’s body and watching his unmoving face and limbs. SU 2775 began to eat from the severed arm again, tearing flesh off with his teeth, and determining if he should eat the individual in front of him. It was tempting.
Towering pines and firs were standing as if they were silent sentinels, their needles glistened with memories of christmas, if you grew up with christmas, and some showed signs of disease where their needles blackened in color. The ones with disease seemed to gnarl and claw at the ash-laden sky. There was a constant smell of decay and dampness in the area, carrying a faint, nauseating scent of rot that never seemed to fully dissipate. The individual stepping around seemed unbothered by the stench.
Mist was clinging to the ground in the early hours, a ghostly veil that shrouded the horrors lurking just beyond sight. Nestled amidst this foreboding wilderness, Camp Hope Light stood as a bastion of survival, a flickering beacon in the world that had gone dark. The camp was fortified with towering walls made from salvaged steel and timber, reinforced with barbed wire and metal spikes, a stark contrast to the desolation beyond. These walls rose high, casting long shadows that stretched on whichever way the sun demanded, and was a constant reminder of the dangers that lurk on the outside of them. Of predators and harm.
Watchtowers punctuate the perimeter at regular intervals, manned by people who were appointed to guard the camp, they were armed with rifles and crossbows, their watchful eyes scanned the outer perimeters for movement and danger. Everyone was hardened by years of survival at this point, and he watched from afar, taking note that the majority of them wore a mixture of military gear and scavenged clothing, their faces lined with exhaustion and determination. Floodlights, powered by what one could only assume to be a jerry-rigged generator, casts harsh beams of light into the surrounding forest, illuminating the twisted undergrowth were possible threats of infected prowl.
From the other day while high up in one of the bigger trees, he noticed that the internals of the camp were a patchwork of makeshift structures — tents, lean-tos, and a few studier buildings crafted from scavenged materials. The ground seemed to be worn and middy, crisscrossed with footpaths trampled by the population of survivors who call this place home. A sense of uneasy calm pervades the camp, a fragile peace that could be shattered at any moment by echoing moans of the undead or other dangers —A project result of Genesis.
The dense forests surrounding Camp Hope Light were eerily silent for the most part except the background sounds of animals, the wind blowing through the leaves, and other miscellaneous noises of the forest. Deciding to make himself known, his figure emerged from the shadows, and he was a towering figure himself — seeming almost more monster than human by his height. He was wearing the Soviet Union grade colors and military outfit that he had since his escape during the fall. They were tattered and overused though still viable for the most part. He was a product of Genesis, an individual designed for war, and now a predator in a world devoid of civilization. His eyes, a cold and almost unnatural looking shade of blue focused on the fortified walls of the camp with a predatory calm.
In one hand, SU 2775 held the severed arm of a human, its flesh torn and bloodied, hanging limp as he methodically tore strips of muscle with his teeth. His jaw working with precision, chewing the raw meat as if it were nothing more than a piece of dried jerky. Blood slowly dribbled down his chin, staining the front of his face and beard, along with the ragged, military-style inform, but the experiment paid no mind to the gore. His focus was solely on the structure ahead, a bastion of human life, and a spot that caused him crippling curiosity for the past week.
The guard at the front gate seemed to stiffen upon spotting him as he approached, the beam of a fleshlight sweeping across the abomination before him. The guard’s face is a mask of barely-contained terror, his hands gripping his rifle so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. The imagery in front of him was enough to freeze the blood in his veins.
“Stop right there!” the guard shouted, his voice cracking slightly, betraying himself and exposing fear. He raised his rifle, aiming it at the individual’s chest who was eating off from a severed arm, though he was gripping at the idea that the individual in front of him might be more similar to Eden or Freya than a regular human.
SU 2775 decided to stop a few paces from the gate, his head tilting slightly to the side as he regarded the guard with a cold, calculating gaze. His lips curl into a grotesque smile, revealing bloodstained teeth. He takes another bite from the severed arm, chewing slowly, deliberately, before finally speaking in a voice that is disgustingly calm and measured with a thick accent from his motherland — Russia.
“Vhat if I do not,” his words are more similar to a statement than a question, muffled slightly by the mouthful of flesh. “Do yourrrself favorrrr and let me in.”
The guard swallows hard, sweat beading on his brow despite the chill in the air. He glances up at the watchtower, hoping for backup, but none is immediately forthcoming. The decision falls to him.
“We will not be letting you in. What do you want?” the guard demands, trying to keep his voice steady, though it’s clear he’s out of his depth with this individual.
SU 2775 takes another slow, deliberate bite, savoring the last of the arm before going to toss the remains to the side like garbage. His eyes never leave the guard’s, a predatory clean in them. “I vant to surrrrvive,” he replies, the words heavily with a grim finality. “Same as you. But I’m not like otherrrs out zerrre. I don’t need to tearrr down yourrr valls to get what I vant.”
A pause, a tense silence that stretches out like a blade’s edge. The guard hesitates, weighing his options, knowing that whatever choice he makes could seal the fate of himself or possibly everyone inside of the camp's fate.
Keeping the rifle aimed at SU 2775, he didn’t know if he wanted to call this in or not, and using one hand to shakily grab for the walkie-talkie, he decided to try and intimidate the individual outside of the camp, “I am calling this in but you will not be able to get into this camp without approval,” he unlatched the walkie-talkie from his belt. “Do not move.” His voice was tight and attempting authority.
Su 2775’s eyes seemed to be intense with a sharpness of debate — to kill or not to kill this person. With how they were reacting to him, he felt like they at least should be punished, but he was debating if he should do anything at all. It was hard to ignore a challenge. You will not be able to get into this vamp without approval. Those words burned into his mind and provoked an aggressive excitement in his chest. He was triggered at the challenge.
With a swing back of his arm, he held onto the severed arm of an unknown victim, and threw it up in the air. The guard decided to drop his walkie-talkie before taking his eyes off from the individual in front of him for mere seconds. His eyes watching as the bloodied and severed arm which was eaten off began to fall towards him. That was when he noticed movement, barely any noise, and the unknown man was up on the same level as him. Scaling the wall without issues as he landed right beside him.
The guards movements were delayed compared to the super soldier, his rifle spinning around to aim at the possible threat, and before he could get a position, a good shot, or process another thing — SU 2775 caught the severed arm in his hand and smacked the guard so hard over the head with it the guard’s body heavily and lifelessly smashed against the protective railing of the wall before he fell into the path way. “Do not challenge me you pathetic animal,” he hummed a growl that was followed by a grin of pleasure. Crouching over the man’s body and watching his unmoving face and limbs. SU 2775 began to eat from the severed arm again, tearing flesh off with his teeth, and determining if he should eat the individual in front of him. It was tempting.
