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Confidential Field Report
Subject: Encounter and Neutralization of Bipedal Black Mass Entity
Location: Eastern Texas, near [REDACTED] Woodland Perimeter
Date Range: [Month Start] – [Month End], 20XX
Report Compiled by: Operative [REDACTED]
Unit: Mobile Task Force Gamma-9 (MTF Gamma-9)

Background:

Over the course of one month, local civilian reports described multiple sightings of an anomalous entity at the periphery of a dense woodland area in Eastern Texas. The entity was consistently described as a "bipedal black mass," lacking distinct human or animal features, and exhibiting unusual movement patterns inconsistent with known fauna.

Civilian Reports Summary:

Initial Investigation:

ZMA deployed surveillance drones equipped with infrared and multispectral imaging but failed to capture detailed visuals due to the entity’s apparent absorption or distortion of electromagnetic signals in the visible and IR spectrum. Audio sensors recorded low-frequency vibrations coincident with the entity's presence, though source and nature remain unidentified.

Mobile Task Force Engagement:

Following the escalation of sightings and increasing public concern, MTF Gamma-9 was deployed on [Date]. After extensive tracking and setting of perimeter sensors, the entity was located at the woodland edge during twilight hours.

Post-Engagement Procedures:

The entity's body was secured using reinforced containment materials and transported under heavy guard to the ZMA Investigation Unit's secure laboratory for detailed analysis. Initial assessments suggest that the mass is composed of an unknown substance with properties inconsistent with terrestrial biology or known synthetic materials.

Recommendations:

End of Report
Filed by Operative [REDACTED], MTF Gamma-9
Date: [Report Date]


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Field Report: Subject SARAH Researcher ID: 0427-S Location: Remote Forest Research Site and Adjacent Settlements Date: [Classified]

Summary: This report documents the sequence of events following an unrecorded, catastrophic atmospheric phenomenon resembling the aftereffects of a comet impact, observed from a remote forest research site. I am the sole surviving researcher, stranded in an environment now profoundly altered. This account is precise, detailing environmental changes, anomalous phenomena, behavioral shifts in flora and fauna, and the progressive human crisis witnessed. The tone reflects escalating fear and isolation, as survival becomes uncertain.

INITIAL CONDITIONS On the event day, I was operating alone at the main monitoring station, located in a dense temperate forest approximately 15 km from the nearest small town (name withheld for security). My colleagues were engaged in specimen analysis roughly 5 km south. Weather and environmental parameters were within normal ranges at dawn.

At approximately 0800 hours, an official alert system broadcast activated—transmitting a prerecorded message instructing all personnel to seek immediate shelter and brace for an extreme event. No additional context or explanation was provided. I attempted realtime contact with the field team and headquarters but received no response. Communication arrays were silent.

IMMEDIATE RESPONSE AND PANIC ROOM OCCUPATION I secured the main site, initiating lockdown procedures and entering the reinforced panic room by 0830 hours. The room maintained environmental control and communications functionality, albeit with no incoming signals. Throughout the night, the atmosphere outside deteriorated; sound dampened unnaturally, and an oppressive stillness enveloped the forest.

Dawn brought no changes to external conditions or communications. I exited the panic room for visual reconnaissance. The sky was dominated by immense cloud formations—dense, coal-black, and unusually stationary. Air temperature dropped 4–6°C below normal seasonal averages, humidity was elevated, yet precipitation was absent.

ATTEMPTED CONTACT AND DECISION TO EVACUATE Persistent attempts to reach headquarters and my team yielded silence. Given mounting concern and absence of response, I resolved to move toward the nearest town on foot for potential assistance and resources. Before departure, I noted:

— Animal activity was markedly diminished. Normally abundant avian calls were absent. — Mammals, including species that do not ordinarily hibernate (e.g., foxes, raccoons), were found curled in dens or shallow burrows in a dormant state. — Insects had retreated into microhabitats. — Vegetation exhibited no immediate unusual symptoms, though leaves appeared dull and moisture-laden.

JOURNEY THROUGH THE FOREST Over two days of travel, the oppressive cloud cover persisted unaltered. Light levels remained dim; a permanent twilight seemed imposed. I observed:

— Complete silence. No bird song, insect buzzing, or animal movement. — Ambient temperature maintained around 8°C below expected diurnal highs. — Occasional gusts of cold wind carried an acrid, sulfurous odor. — Soil moisture content remained stable, but surface evaporation appeared suppressed.

The mental strain of the unnatural quiet was profound; instincts urged caution, yet continued movement was imperative.

ARRIVAL AND SURVEY OF THE TOWN Upon arrival, the town presented an eerie tableau:

— Streets were deserted; vehicles abandoned mid-travel. — Residences and businesses showed no signs of forced entry or chaos. — Unopened doors, unlit interiors. — Ambient temperature estimated 12°C below norm inside structures, despite radiators operating at minimal levels.

Through windows and upon close inspection, I observed humans in various postures of slumber—some seated upright in cars, others reclined on beds or floors. Attempts to rouse individuals through vocalization and tactile stimuli failed. Medical assessment with available supplies (pupil response, respiration) indicated a sleep-like state analogous to REM but without normal awakening response.

ENVIRONMENTAL AND BIOLOGICAL OBSERVATIONS IN TOWN — Faunal presence was nonexistent. — Domestic animals (cats, dogs) were similarly inert. — Microbial sampling suggested no immediate pathogenic causation. — Atmospheric analysis revealed elevated particulate matter, consistent with atmospheric debris from a disrupted celestial object. — No electromagnetic anomalies detected.

WEEKLY PROGRESS AND DETERIORATION I have subsisted on supplies scavenged from supermarkets and homes. Food and water stocks remain sufficient, but signs of human attrition are mounting. Deceased individuals have been discovered, predominantly those exposed outdoors or unable to access hydration.

Autopsies (rudimentary) indicate dehydration as primary cause of death, with several cases of hypothermia. No evidence of trauma or disease observed. Human bodies exhibit cold skin temperatures, no signs of blood coagulation abnormalities or systemic infection.

I have attempted to establish controlled environmental zones to preserve hydration and temperature but am limited by resources.

CONCLUSIONS AND CURRENT STATUS The event appears to have induced a global or regional neurological impairment, forcing humans and animals into a suspended, unresponsive state. The atmosphere remains hostile—darkened skies, sustained cold, and silence. Ecological functions are disrupted; the biotic community is in forced dormancy, yet no typical hibernation triggers are present.

The absence of any recorded impact event suggests an atmospheric or near-Earth disruption of unknown origin, possibly cometary or meteoric, whose physical effects bypassed stellar detection systems.

Psychological stress increases; isolation, uncertainty, and the omnipresent silence weigh heavily. This report may be my final record.

End of report.

Field Operative SARAH
Researcher ID: 0427-S
[Signature Redacted]

Addendum: Personal Diary Entries
Author: Sarah
Location: Abandoned Town Center
Date: Approximately Three Months Post-Event

Late Morning:

The sun, or what passes for it beneath the ever-present ash-gray clouds, hangs low and muted today. I set out from the shelter, my usual trek to scavenge food taking on the feeling of a ritual. The forest remains silent. It's striking how the quiet has become a companion rather than a warning. No rustling leaves, no birdcalls—just the slow crunch of my boots on cracked pavement and dead leaves.

I made my way toward the supermarket first. Shelves are still stocked, though some cans have begun to swell or corrode. I cleared out what I could carry—dried goods mostly, and a bottle of whiskey I found tucked behind other supplies. Found a pocketknife on the floor near an overturned display; that will come in handy. Tools and useful items seem frozen in time here, snapshots from a sudden departure.

Afternoon:

I wandered down to the river after lunch—my own somewhat private pilgrimage. The water flows sluggishly, a dull gray reflecting the clouded sky. I dipped a bottle to fill water reserves, careful to boil it back at base. The banks are littered with debris—branches, leaves, and oddly shaped metallic fragments that I suspect are remnants from the event. Closer inspection revealed small scorch marks on nearby rocks, but nothing that indicates fire or explosion here.

It’s strange how the river’s slow murmur feels both familiar and alien now. It reminds me of early morning trips with my team, laughter mingling with the rushing water. Those voices are gone. It’s just me.

Evening:

Back in town, I found a backpack behind a parked car that contained a few warm layers of clothing and a half-empty bottle of hand sanitizer—small treasures. I’ve started patching up my shoes with bits from an old shoemaker’s shop; I never imagined I’d become so fixated on footwear.

I stopped by the electronics store, marveling at how technology still sits dormant. The mall’s theater marquee flickered faintly when I passed. The thought struck me—maybe I could use some distraction.

Night:

I settled into the darkened mall theater, a place strangely comforting in its emptiness. Using the projector equipment I coaxed to life, I played a rerun of one of my favorite films—Cinema Paradiso. The flickering light cast dancing shadows on empty seats and dust motes swirling in the air. I poured a small glass of whiskey, its burn a welcome contrast to the cold silence pressing at the walls.

For a few hours, I was not a lone survivor in a broken world but just Sarah, sitting among strangers telling stories about love and loss, laughter and hope. The warmth of the film, coupled with the whiskey, eased the ever-present ache inside.

When the credits rolled, I stayed seated a while longer, watching the flickering reel of memories and wondering if one day someone else might find this place, this film, this story—and carve their own mark on the silence.

End of entry.


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Classified Report
Operation Codename: Desert Echo
Unit: Mobile Task Force Sigma-9
Date: March 14 - March 21, 2024
Location: Unnamed Desert Region, Approx. 150 miles south of Sector 7G, Southwest Territory

Executive Summary

Between March 14 and March 21, 2024, Mobile Task Force Sigma-9 was deployed to investigate the crash site of an unidentified meteorite in a remote desert. Initial reconnaissance suggested a conventional meteorite impact; however, subsequent analysis and exploration revealed that the object was an extraterrestrial escape pod housing a large, insectoid alien life form. Attempts at communication failed, resulting in hostile engagements. The operation culminated in the elimination of all alien entities present and the secure extraction of biological samples for further autopsy and study.

1. Mission Brief and Objectives

The appearance of an unregistered meteorite in the remote desert zone was detected by satellite monitoring on March 13, 2024. The object’s trajectory and descent suggested an impact roughly 100 km west of the civilian habitation zones. Due to the object's unusual spectral signature, rapid deployment of MTF Sigma-9 was authorized to:

2. Preliminary Site Reconnaissance

Date: March 14, 2024
Team: Recon Alpha Unit (5 personnel)

Recon team arrived at the site approximately 24 hours post-impact. Initial survey revealed:

3. Pod Analysis

Visual and instrumental analysis indicated the pod to be constructed from advanced composite materials with self-repairing nanostructures. No visible seams or entry points identified. Scans detected intermittent movement within the pod’s interior, suggesting live occupants.

4. Breach and Contact

Date: March 15, 2024
Using a combination of cryo-gel solvents and high-frequency sonic disruptors, the pod's exterior was breached. Inside, a chamber revealed a singular life form exhibiting large insectoid morphology:

The entity exhibited signs of distress but no overt aggression initially.

5. Communication Attempts

Non-verbal communication trials commenced, including:

No recognizable response or pattern of comprehension was identified. The creature emitted high-decibel clicking and skittering noises interpreted as defensive.

6. Escalation and Hostilities

On March 16, during containment procedures, the insectoid entity unexpectedly broke free from restraints and attacked personnel. Additional life forms emerged from a secondary compartment within the pod, revealing the presence of multiple creatures (estimated 3-5). These exhibited cooperative and highly aggressive behavior.

Engagements required use of non-lethal force initially, escalating to lethal combat when personnel were critically endangered. Standard issue plasma rifles and stun grenades were deployed, followed by heavier ordinance including fragmentation munitions.

7. Combat and Neutralization

Between March 16-18, sustained combat operations ensued in and around the crater site. Tribal formations of alien insects utilized burrowing tactics, venom-like sprays, and rapid movement.

8. Post-Combat Procedures

All remains were collected using biohazard containment protocols and sealed in cryogenic stasis units. The pod remnants were transported to the Research and Analysis Division for material study.

Personnel involved underwent mandatory quarantine and medical evaluation. Psychological debriefings were conducted to assess trauma and potential exposure.

9. Conclusions and Recommendations

The incident represents the first confirmed retrieval and hostile engagement with extraterrestrial insectoid life forms. The pod’s advanced technology suggests a sophisticated origin with unknown motives.

Key recommendations:

Annex A: Photographic and Sensor Data

[Redacted - Classified]

Annex B: Alien Biological Autopsy Preliminary Report

Further analysis ongoing.

Report Compiled by:
Captain L. Harrows, Commanding Officer, MTF Sigma-9
Reviewed and Approved by: Dr. M. Chen, Chief Xenobiologist, Research and Analysis Division

End of Report


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Field Report: Operation Silent Dawn
Unit: Mobile Task Force Echo-7
Date: October 9, 2137
Location: Former Metro Sector Alpha, Old Continental City Ruins

The sun hung low and heavy over the skeletal remains of a city once bursting with life but now swallowed by silence—a silence so profound it pressed against the chest like weight, like breath held too long. We rumbled out from the last sanctuary, our steel behemoth rolling down crumbled highways cracked open like ancient scars. The Task Force was quiet, the emptiness bleeding into our bones.

Departure:
Our base—an iron-clad refuge buried beneath layers of dust and memory—held the whisper of survival. But supplies dwindled into ghost stories told in sparing rations and hollow eyes. We had no choice but to venture forth into the urban graveyard. The vehicle’s engine growled, disturbed by the desolation beyond the gates.

The Metropolis of Shadows:
Concrete giants lay toppled, their glass eyes shattered. We passed through avenues where once-thronging crowds had marched; now, the streets were rivers of cracked asphalt and fallen leaves, swept by winds carrying forgotten scents. The hollow shells of vehicles lined the boulevards like rusted bones. It was a cathedral of ruin, where echoes of laughter and life had long since been swallowed.

Windows stared back like vacant sockets, doors hung ajar as if inviting shadows inside. An eerie stillness blanketed the cityscape—the kind that breeds unease, as if the world itself was holding a sorrow too deep for words.

Scavenging:
We dismounted, stepping through debris that whispered under our boots. The scavenger’s dance began, eyes scanning ruptured stores and crumbled markets for remnants of food, water, anything that still hummed with the promise of life. The air tasted dry and brittle; thirst clung to our tongues like a thief in the night.

We found a cracked water tank, half-empty but precious. Canned goods in rusted tins, some unopened, some swollen and foul. The weight of survival pressed heavily, yet hope was a fragile ember we dared to carry.

The Encounter:
Among the ruins of a flattened apartment block, a faint noise stirred—a fragile heartbeat amidst the desolation.

We followed it.

Two figures emerged from the shadows: a woman whose eyes reflected the sky’s cold emptiness, a child clutching her hand with trembling fingers. Their clothes hung in tatters; faces etched with hunger and fear. The child’s wide eyes trembled with silent questions; the mother’s gaze, a tapestry of exhaustion, heartbreak, and fierce protection.

No words were exchanged immediately. We shared breaths caught between despair and relief. In that suspended moment, the city’s destruction paled against the raw humanity before us.

Return Journey:
We loaded them onto the vehicle, wrapping them in borrowed warmth. The scavenged supplies—meager but enough—offered a fragile thread of hope. As the engine hummed beneath the fading light, the city receded, swallowing us back into the wasteland between survival and oblivion.

The mother whispered a broken lullaby, a haunting melody that tangled with the wind, carrying grief and resilience in equal measure. The child's fingers clenched mine—a fragile anchor in a world unraveling.

Reflection:
This city, once a symphony of life and dreams, now sings a requiem in the key of silence. Its empty streets are veins carrying the pulse of absence. We carry its scars within us—etched in every twilight, in every whispered shadow.

Yet, in the pale light of survival, even amidst ruins, there flickers an ember. A child’s breath. A mother’s hope. A task force bound not only by duty but by the quiet prayers of those who walk the edge of extinction.

Excerpt from Personal Log, Sergeant M:

I carry the weight of empty streets in my chest.
Each step echoes with voices that no longer answer.
Yet, in her trembling hands,
I find the fragile pulse of tomorrow.
And in this broken city’s quiet, we are the bearers of light,
fragile as a flicker, but fiercely alive.

End of Report
Operation Silent Dawn remains open. Further expeditions are scheduled to locate additional survivors and gather essential resources.

—Report filed by Sergeant M and Commanding Officer L, Mobile Task Force Echo-7


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Classified Incident Report
Operation Codename: Skyfall Exodus
Unit: Mobile Task Force Omega-5
Date: July 3, 2134
Location: Timber Ridge Settlement, Forest Region Delta

1. Mission Brief

Mobile Task Force Omega-5 was deployed on July 3, 2134 to the Timber Ridge settlement, a small forested city of approximately 2,000 residents, following unconfirmed reports of severe atmospheric disturbances and unexplained explosions observed from the region. Task Force orders comprised urgent evacuation of civilians to a safer location and assessment of ongoing hazards.

2. Arrival and Initial Assessment

At 0800 hours, MTF Omega-5 convoy arrived at perimeter roads of Timber Ridge settlement. Initial visual conditions were unremarkable: dense coniferous forest surrounding wooden residences, typical small town infrastructure, and a general calm.

Residents were observed outdoors, many in confusion. Ambient temperature and air quality were normal. However, anxious murmurs suggested recent unusual phenomena experienced by locals.

3. Onset of the Event

At approximately 0815 hours, while MTF personnel began establishing contact with local command, a sudden intense flash illuminated the eastern sky, followed by a deep, resonant boom from above the treetops. This was immediately succeeded by multiple secondary flashes and successive explosions at high altitude, generating an ominous cascade of fiery debris descending toward the settlement.

The sky resembled a storm of burning fragments, streaking meteor-like trails cutting through the atmosphere. Surrounding forest ignited sporadically as smaller debris impacted the ground and canopy.

4. Hypothesis and Situation Analysis

Without concrete intelligence, MTF command surmised that an intense conflict—likely a space-based war or collision—was occurring in the upper atmosphere or near orbit. The cascading debris field suggested either a disintegrating spacecraft or multiple vessels engaged in combat, scattering wreckage across wide areas.

The settlement endured irregular bombardment from falling meteoroid-sized shards, creating immediate danger zones and potential secondary explosions from impacts on fuel or ammunition storage.

Communication with external command was intermittent; satellite links were unstable, amplifying uncertainty.

5. Evacuation Operations

MTF Omega-5 initiated immediate evacuation protocols under hazardous conditions. Main forces coordinated with local emergency responders to muster civilians. Evacuation routes were dynamically planned to avoid active debris fall zones.

The designated safe zone was a nearby mountainous area approximately 7 kilometers west of Timber Ridge, characterized by cliff formations, dense forest cover, and a river providing natural resources and defensive advantage.

Key challenges included:

6. Execution Timeline

7. Casualty and Damage Report

8. Uncertainty and Operational Concerns

At the time of reporting, it remains unclear if the atmospheric conflict event has concluded or represents the first phase of prolonged hostilities. The nature of the “space war” and the parties involved remain unknown.

Areas of concern:

9. Recommendations and Next Steps

10. Observations from Operational Diary

“The sky tore open and light spilled like blood across the heavens. We ran through shadows of trees snapping and burning, the air thick with dust and fear. Each step forward was a gamble—would the next flash bring death, or momentary silence? Faces around me flickered between hope and despair.

We brought hearts willing to save, but the sky gave us no answers. The mountain holds the remnants now; a sanctuary born from chaos. And still, above us, the stars watch cold and distant, as if strangers to the war that rages unseen.”

Report Compiled By:
Captain R. Duvall, Commanding Officer, Mobile Task Force Omega-5
Reviewed and Approved By: Major S. Halvorsen, Regional Command Liaison

End of Report


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Classified After-Action Report – Field Journal
Agent ID: MTF-Delta, Call Sign “Raven”
Operation: Silent Purge
Date: August 18, 2141
Location: Former Central Plains – Abandoned Rural Zone

Part 1: Engagement and Retreat

The goddamn things stood like twisted monoliths—three hulking alien bastards, towering near ten meters with glistening black chitin plates that swallowed the weak sunlight of this forsaken world. Their limbs were thick as fallen trees, joints flexing with unnatural grace. We dropped into the ruin of what used to be farmland—now just scorched earth and skeletal remnants of broken machinery.

Our squad was ten strong, armored and armed to the teeth with hardened explosive ordnance and plasma rifles, prepared for anything. But nothing could remind me how fragile we really were—until those three beasts made themselves known.

Initial Engagement

We didn’t have much time before they noticed us—these monsters detected the slightest movement, their compound eyes flaring red, scanning. They moved slow at first. Like predators assessing if the hunt is worth their goddamn effort. The first two came down hard when we unleashed frags and pulse charges, detonations shattering their limbs and cracking the chitin armor. I saw the second one fall like a giant dead tree, crashing into the ruined barn it had been hiding behind.

But the third one… the son of a bitch hit back.

The Third Beast’s Counterattack

That goddamn creature slammed its fist into our lead vehicle, crushing the armor like it was paper. Then sprayed a corrosive fluid—acidic, burning through our hull and eating into the steel frame. The smell was acrid; it stung my lungs even through the mask.

The vehicle exploded in a fireball, throwing the squad into chaos.

Forced Retreat and Betrayal

Command ordered immediate withdrawal. But in the frantic scramble, the main group abandoned me—left me fucking stranded in the open with that creature still breathing down my neck. I was forced to sprint like hell, dodge through the wreckage and burning ruins, with that bastard's roar chasing me across the blasted landscape.

No backup, no cover.

I cursed them—every damn one who left me to rot out here. Abandoned like a piece of trash. I ran like my life depended on it because, well, it fucking did.

On Foot—The Long Walk Home

After shaking off the beast—either by luck or because it lost interest—I began the long, grueling trek back to base. Twenty kilometers across an empty world that pissed on what we once called civilization.

Urban Decay

The city was a graveyard. Buildings stood like broken teeth, cracked and hollowed. Windows shattered, doors ripped from hinges. Graffiti faded into dust. The streets were littered with abandoned vehicles—some still burning, some rusted beyond recognition. I moved cautiously. Any sound could mean death—not just from the alien freaks, but from the winged mutants that circled above.

I passed an empty playground, its swings creaking in the wind—mocking me. No children, no laughter—just silence. The wind howled through broken glass and rusted streetlamps. I hated this silence; it was full of ghosts.

Open Fields and the Lake

Leaving the urban decay behind, I entered open fields dotted with dead, withered grass and burnt trees, patches of scorched earth where no life dared root itself anymore. The sky was a dull gray canvas, stained with streaks of smoke from distant fires.

I reached a lake—a still, cold mirror reflecting the dead sky. No fish jumped, no birds sang. I crouched by its edge, drinking sparingly from my canteen, ears straining for any sign of movement. I swore I could see shadows moving beneath the surface, waiting.

Being Hunted

Every few minutes, my heart jumped from the sound of distant metallic screeches—those abominations that could fly, hunting for anything alive. I flattened myself behind crumbled walls or thick bushes, holding my breath until it passed.

The goddamn alien bastards weren’t just monsters; they were gods of death in this broken world, and I was just a rat scurrying in their garbage.

Temper and Fury

This wasn’t just survival—it was a goddamn insult. The team left me for dead. Left me to bleed and die alone. I’m not some expendable asshole; I’m the tip of the spear. I should’ve been at their side, not left coughing up dirt with my back against a broken fence.

I hate this world. I hate those three monsters. And I fucking hate traitors.

Closing Notes—Part One

This is no ordinary mission report. These are my words, raw and unfiltered, scrawled after journeys through hell. I’m alive, sure—but that’s no victory. The real war is just beginning.

I’m still out here.

End of Part One
— Agent MTF-Delta “Raven”
Filed and secured at Forward Base Echo-9

Classified After-Action Report – Field Journal
Agent ID: MTF-Delta, Call Sign “Raven”
Operation: Silent Purge
Date: August 19, 2141
Location: Former Central Plains – Forested Ruins and Base Vicinity

Part 2: Forest Passage and Homecoming

After what felt like an eternity of crawling across the blasted open lands, I finally hit the tree line—the forest zone at the edge of the wasteland. The air was cooler here, heavy with the scent of damp moss and decay. Shadows draped themselves between knotted branches and fallen trunks, but the silence was no kinder. The forest held its own brand of death—quiet and waiting.

The Ruined Escape Fleet

Not far inside the woods, I stumbled upon a grotesque monument to desperation: a massive pile-up of burned-out, crushed vehicles—cars, trucks, and rusted military transports smashed together in a twisted heap. Judging by the makes and models, these were people who tried to flee the city in a panic during whatever goddamn nightmare had started.

Broken windshields speckled with cracks, open doors swinging in the silence, and scorched interiors littered with scraps of clothing and shattered dreams. No signs of life—just the echo of past fears.

Encounter with an Unknown Creature

As I skirted around the wreckage, movement flickered in the underbrush. I froze. Out stepped a grotesque beast unlike anything on the files. Cow-sized, a beetle-like horror with a shell that shimmered sickly green and pincers clicking like bone on stone. Its multifaceted eyes gleamed, but it didn’t notice me—thank god for that. I didn’t hang around to become a half-eaten corpse.

I retreated silently, hating that this world kept spawning new nightmares to keep me awake at night.

Approaching the Base

Three hours more of trudging through mud and thorny undergrowth, I finally saw the familiar contours of our home base—it was half-buried underground, surrounded by a patchwork of grass fields clawing back the ruins. The airlock gates loomed, battered but intact.

My heart pounded like a motherfucker as I punched in the access codes. The doors groaned open, and I stepped inside—bloodied, exhausted, but goddamn alive.

Reunion and Relief

The inside was a hive of low murmurs and tense faces. But the moment I crossed the threshold—damn, the room went silent. Eyes widened, jaws dropped. Some faces turned pale and then wet with tears—real raw emotion. I saw hands shaking, voices cracking as they called my name.

“Raven? Is that you? Jesus fucking Christ, we thought… we thought you were dead.”

The captain's voice broke, old scars showing beneath his hardened exterior. I didn’t even have enough breath to curse them all out—not right now.

I dropped my pack, leaned against the wall, and let the weight of everything I’d seen and lost slip from my shoulders.

For the first time in days, I felt—relief.

Final Thoughts

I’m back, against all odds. The world is still a fucked-up wasteland crawling with horrors, but here—beneath these fields, surrounded by the few who survived—there’s still hope. Fuck knows how long it’ll last. But for now, I’m goddamn grateful.

End of Part Two
— Agent MTF-Delta “Raven”
Filed and secured at Forward Base Echo-9

“We survived the monsters outside. Now we fight the ones inside. But for tonight, none of that matters. I’m home.”


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