All I could remember, to the cold concrete floors, waking up inside a bunker.

  breeze that seeps through my gears, my skin, even though I’ve felt and in common with it, this time it feels particularly cold.

  Life scattered around the bunkers, she was a jolly person, who lived in the biome tundra for all her lifes, that doesn’t stop her for having such cold skin all the time, recruited from the riches, bathed by stinking animals was all she was done, working for the class of lascivious rich in the manors, beaten by tough love though not much so that the beautiful and elegant skin of youth still retain, where admirer lavish all around her, those time were no more, but no better. The cold region grew much more.

  As the castle manors was abandoned, that alone, slaves of the corrupt that left the mourning death, no one to put the body in graves nor grief, a soul worth less than a household plant, the house of the lavish god, giving the good and wealthy the rich and the corrupt power to beholden all around them and marking them slaves, god was that of being of just, that is that, just, all can assure that test is all his mere plan. Getting recruited by people who found her by the dungeon abyss, they dug graves beside the now abandoned and ruined manor, they chant prayers of their gods and ask for her to join, she wants to believe that she made the right choice. she wanted to, she wanted to believe in her inner lies, living in ignorance that this is the life she wanted, her femininity was now untouch.

  People are so kind, yet no one wishes to indulge in hers, though that doesn’t stop her from living, as now, they're all dead. An airstrike of sorts? It was near perfect, the landing, the hitting, each of their bodies was nothing more but a burned pile of smoking flesh that was once controlled by the being inside, the soul, now left to see the night sky one last.. She wants to screen, she wants to get help, but who's left? All she can muster. “Where’s, everyone?” That was her word, her legs that of sticks, and arms that of bird, with her gears all around her, head with slight blood of sweets red, twinkles down to the rubbles.

  Unbuckling her gears, the plate carrier, taken a beaten by shrapnels of steel and concrete, it’s done it’s job and will be forever be abandon on the piles, the helmet, she taken off, it's still good, the quad goggle was crack, unable to function as is, protection her eyes that of gray and red tints, it light vibrantly. All those gears but with a rifle at hands, trying to stand while rubbles of concrete mashed around her as fortune was just right, the concrete was small pebbles and thus was nothing heavy.

  Standing with all her wills, walking out to the door ways with a dead man beside, it’s seems like he didn’t make the run, what a rugged individual, dying in the battlefield, a comradery type, he always talk about wanting to go beyond the graylink, and meeting the people of this world, oh how bliss he must have thought, the world isn’t what he think as, but he’s willing to sacrifice his body so his race can reach beyond the snow, a brave martyr is what you are, I can see your skull, I can see you’re boned, your head is no more but just like a pile of rubbish beside our streets, I’m so thankful you and other are with me till this.

  One cartridge is left and a rifle is beside her. Standing clear from the outside, covered in red snow, the trenches was made by woods, we build it with our strength, twenty, who work on this trenches that lasted for only about twenty minute before attack and all that work just to be thrown, the thing we fought was more than a monster, it was quick and wicked nails on chalkboard with Styrofoam feel as she crunches, as snow eats aways all the bodies burying it with nature, I heard my colleagues say we should stick to nature, though, I felt that nature was a bit cruel at best, and demonic horror at worst, what makes nature beautiful is that it all works out at the end, the population of prey increase, while the predator also does. With the trenches walls still barely intact as snow covers the wooden boards of the trenches.

  I do not know where I will go, but wherever I go I will die here.

  A light cast beside the crumbling wall, a searchlight inbound in the sky, a flare was shot from ground zero, grooming on the sky with the slow descends, it wasn’t far as the bang can be heard from the left, whoever left here, please don’t leave me alone, again.

  The skies, it was so bright, the red hollow light, the speaks of salvation, might be the definition of what they called it? So much so, it slowly descended with the snow continuing to pop out from the dark skies, there was no light, no moon, just darkness. as it is covered by the cloud of gas up above, trapping any resemblance of heat, I can feel the frozen reeks inside the suit, no matter how many layers, it will never keep me warm. Walking each step upon the snows, all the bodies around, it blends with the snows, as many pilled and mostly eaten by the tundra.

  My heart, my lip, I don’t feel oh so good, though, that should be a good thing, I’m alive, for how long? How I’m even alive to a point I can think, what makes the soul around me to wither, though as long as I can think believing in everyone around me to be safe, what a moronic and false statement that has become, I wish I pray be to them, I heard they follow a different god, though they sound some a liked, maybe, I can see there god soon after.

  I feel thirsty as my mouth it’s crumbling, the skin is ripping slowly, the more I move my mouth, I can taste the dead skin, my salivation is touching the exposed skin, it hurts, but it’s nothing, or so I thought. With continue walking, the lips now dry to the freezing airs, as then, the flairs now almost on top, it was as watching a full moon, as in front of her, a body, who’s wearing a white jacked as others, but a patch on the side, as it reads “670“, with a skull insignia, now their can truly become one with bones, just a layer of rotten meat that even flee won’t touch as the cold roughs around.

  The unmoving body, it’s left legs have been broken in half, with plate carrier and a helmet, even with multiple layers, it won't do much as he is wet, the ice bath was just a play. His eyes open to truth, or so he thought, a commander, he take care of her, the first person she’s seen from the other world, though how little that mean, they found her on that forsake manors, with around her pilled of slaves who was unfortunate, children, man, mother, all around, how many did they have? I don’t want to know, they’re very powerful, but even then, they did a lot of important things to the public, safety of workers, charity and helping of poors, I always laugh at the idea that they’re good guys, though, why do I Have to be different from the public? My existence is that of cruelty? I have you, you are here, laying there, how are you the first person to treat me like a public figure, a citizen? Why now, All this time, it’s now, you’re going to die without me? Those groups get to live a new life, and yet we are here to suffer, I, what do you do to me god?

  with it looking to the gloom darkness that stares at him, as then she suddenly drops down, with the gun she holds smash on the snow, with his holding his hands outwards and on top of him. As she went on to speak, her mouth felt rough as the course felt touch upon her throat, her body slows, as much, she fluoride from the storm, speaking as her throat suffocated.

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  As she speaks, a brittle and underpowered voice.

  “Oh.. light of judgement.. all great knowing, by blessed by heart and souls, heal the wound of the undead, and revert the”

  As then, the pain on her mind coursed through, with high tension of headache up to the corner, with her nerves all the place felt a burning electric shock, as the pains sank her, as her hand was still on top of him.

  With 670, he used the energy of one self, to pull his arm and push it away her arms aways, with his last energy, his eyes were left there, stoic and unmoving.

  Is this the sign of god? My whole existence, is just so cruel, yet, you gave me something to indulge, someone to be with, someone to loved, and now you strip it away like last time, I’m I delusional here,

  YOU! What does it mean to here to begin with, I’m here alone, and you’re here watching my every step, why? Why are you so cruel, I thought you know everyone, you everything and between and you know everyone more than themselves, can you feel my pain? Are you indulging with the soul you’ve taken from me? I can’t blame anyone, if I speak out I might not be in your grace, but this outrageous, or so I thought, quiet down is the best option as always?

  Just be a doll, a muppet, that what I am, I should never be here, if I could, I want to escape this body, and go to another which has a better life than this so I can live out more, but that’s just not going to happen. But the muscle spas all around unstable hands with a tight grip on her chest and with it, she missed multiple remarks.

  The last remains itchy, thought into the air and that's everything; all of the body is gone, the blue light starts to bleak and the sky is getting darker.

  She pacing to pick up the gun, as then shifting the safety of the kalashnikov style rifle, as she quickly aims for the one she hates, closing her eyes, the madness persists in her view, though shallow with wind cascades around her, though tangled and destroyed the reasoning cunning ways, she wishes her deed to be in vain.

  The radio sounds louder and louder and a voice appears before her ear.

  "This is C:7 Helcot 05-2 Smith Drockut, we received a distress signal. Copy company 63?"

  Her breath and the whistling wind were all he heard, chartered mind on the abyssal, throbbing heart as it felt about to self-destruct. The rifle dropped and she stood up to all her comrades. All her memories will last. Picking up the radio on her waist, losing consciousness, balance and reality. All she can think of is...

  "This is Helios-Echo, a response to our distress signal. Code 999.”

  As all unfolds, She walks beside the concrete away from the cold, laying down on the hot concrete and closing to dusk, the cold weather getting bizarre, his mind in a pile of lines, with the smell of monsters, the smell of a magic, the smell that can be remember for eternity for her..

  -"I wish."...

  Even though her heart has been stepped on.

  "I will"

  -"Save you…"

  Even if at times I stumble,

  It’s so cold, it’s so cold, it’s so cold, but.

  I will save you, I will save all of you, I will kill them, I will avenge you all, I will try to be of better use to everyone.

  All surround him are convicts of public and society, rapist, drug addict, killer, gang member, hitman, and war criminals, being friend with foes of that will walk to hell, This cell is your safe zone, stay in this crooked cell, on your unclean bed that is stain with water of salts

  But still, no matter how I dwindle about, I can always hear the voice that rupture my mind, I always wonder on how, now matter how much nobody acknowledge what I’ve done, what I’ve works upon, no matter that, why do I still love you, every single eyes glare, every single silence of us, it hurt, truly is.

  I’ve always wondered how you shed tears in front of my eyes, on me, to me.

  Dwindling in the cracked cell, what’s life of mere man was now that of soulless form, that of tarnish delinquent on those charming cold night, edge rebars on the cage that of animals, wall was smear with smells of the inert, a fool lifestyle that make that of poors fletch in grave gratitude for slumbering by the streets of kiev, he was that of man who was young, quiet and very kinds, that doesn’t work in the place such this, harsh and cold, that doesn’t work, you’re kindness are not welcome. Bonobos live in the lavish of love, yet there’s closer to extinction than the breather of violence that of chimp, god tarnish who’s so kind, tested in the rotten field that was shed blood and dying carcasses of whose love one not in mourn but that dying in the ditch was probably better, living in this cell is mere fraction of the deposition he was in the tunnels, aimlessly walking like deers, while metal bird always watching and looking dreadly all around.

  Inside the jail there lay him, looking down on the concrete floors with many cracks, yellow jumpsuit as it has a number beside him so that of animal stocks, with somes stain on his nose, a leftover blood from, his breathing that of a rabid animal, twisted mouth and quiet.

  The boots sound heavy and it’s not alone, as then, an armed guard appears, with a taser to the side, pepper spray and a pistol, ready to kill, looking down upon me. The guards looking inside the cells, lies a man with no destiny, there with two more guards comes to the cells, while him dwindling inside his imaginations. Guard stands firm and, with elegance and fashion, reads

  “Mr Mikhail, please look up,” his voice stoic and calms, as mikhail silence, in trances by the grey floors with many little dots of imperfection

  He says, in the same voice

  “Your new codename will be Lite, keep it at that” with one of the guards opening the steal doors where a man was approaching to the guards, Lite looking slightly see a man in a white collars with the guards standby the man get inside the cells while two of the guards join on boards the other one sitting outsides the man wearing a suit for business, looking on him the material is elegances in quality on navy blue with the right fits. The man in suit walking up towards him the guards hostering their firearms ready for any alteration, the man approaches with a bag on the right hands, placing it on the dirty floor which cause debris to pollute some of the airs, as then, he squats down on the levels of Lites Lite looks back at his face, his eyes is bright in white with a tint of glow insides, Lite pupils dilated with in the darkness, heart, stretch to its limit, with the skin sweats across for more fluid with hair that is dark brown with a ponytail, his face is muscular and to well trains, with his physique fits for an athletes, he clear up his throat with gritty noise and says in a calm, kind voices.

  “Lite, what did you encounter when you met the person in the Luhansk theatre?” with him, quietly waiting for a responds, But nothing appears

  “ You found an anomaly, a person, who broke our laws, what do you think of that? Your squad”

  Lite Looking upon him straights, his eye were dark browns and empty, his eyebags is big as his eyelids, tired and empty, his voice roughs yet stiff, with a words coming on his lips

  “Fuck off..”

  That’s all the heard of Lite, a word so short, his mouth moving erratically, shaking my own words. The man, see his responds, his eyes lowered towards the floors,

  “We have an Offer for you, I heard that your condition is worsen Mr, lite, the scan showed there was no tumor, nor anything of concern, but the doctors that were there said you were as if, ‘Ripping inside out.’ But while we have no name for this condition, we wish to invite you on a clinical trial.” The man speaks mildly with no intentions for provocative nor warm, as if water flows on the relaxing forest rivers. Lite, breathing flows with the rivers around him, the man speaks

  “It’s your choice, of course Mr, Lite, but, this trial requires something in your service, to work for us. You will get a second chance, and once you're done, you can leave for good and healthy. How sound, just a small favor we ask.”

  Lite feels uneasy, his throat now less dense than before and his palm sweats with his replies for help.

  “ Yes.”

  The man stood up, with his face now tilted smiles, as now, calm and numbness all over, the feeling of rivers devoid of thoughts, sleepiness is attracted by the situation. Oh, his arm is already at my neck.