``[North Canada, 5th of December, 2026]``
``[8:05 AM]``
``[Site-354]``
The whole GOC forces on-site were moving around, securing rest of the rooms.Richard was like always, on his own. He walked down the hallway leading to inner sector. He passed sector GAMMA and went to XENIA. The walls seemed less moldy and mossy, yet still not enough to live in peacefully. He thought about his future life, promotions, girlfriend. He's only 23, whole life is still ahead of him, is he willing to take the chance? He kicked a can on the ground, lights flickering further as he lights up corners with his flashlight. He arrives to armory room, it was locked. He began to kick and bash the door with his elbow trying to force it open. After 5 bashes and few kicks, the door fell right off. He walked inside to see room in complete havoc. Lockers, tables, lamps laying around, mags and gun addons everywhere. No sight of any guns or tools. ``They left in a hurry, breach. . .`` He said to himself before leaving the room and walking further. He passed a few offices ``Dr. Lawrence, Director Hawk, Dr. Unturus.``
He wondered what the hell are those names. They sound like the names from one of the journals, Sarkicist cult? Maybe it was the Children of the Scarlet Queen or uh, what was the gender. . . King? He never got the answer as he forgot it while walking up to the next room. His tracking device began to beep, meaning he's close to another survivor of this containment breach. He knocked on the door shouting `` GLOBAL OCCULT COALITION, COME OUT!``. Suddenly, he heard furniture collapsing on the ground and running. He began to bash into the door and kick like before. This door appeard tougher. ``Tough. . . Wooden. . . DOOR!`` Once he finally stopped, he realised that door was all the time open. He pushed it before going inside with his pistol drafted. He coughed a few times before covering his mouth and nose with scarf. ``God, the fuck is this smell?`` Richard walked further into the room, lights appeard to be broken, on purpose. Cans began to roll down from top of the shelves onto the ground.
As soon as he reached the center of noise, he heard something behind him. He looked over just to see a rat running past his eye knocking the flashlight out of his hands. He fell on the ground trying to pick it up and once he did and turned back. He saw the "center of noise". It was a red, fleshy, wet with blood creature. Faceless humanoid standing roughly 190 centimeters releasing like bubble noises? It stared at him. Richard didn't know what to do, he wanted to call for his team members but they were too far away. His sudden boost of adrenaline made him lift his pistol up and fire once into the creature's head. He backed off immediately and flashed flashlight on it, seeing 1/8 of its head gone, flesh hanging. ``THE FUCK YOU ARE?!`` He screamed but it released a growl before dashing at him. He fired a couple of more times, some hitting the creature's head, some chest and some arms. He ducked to the side, dodging the creature's grapple before giving it a side kick into the knee before firing last bullet in its head, it collapsed. Lifeless. He kicked the creature's leg to make sure. The body of it began to get even more wet soon turning into slime like blood substance. The man's tracking device beeped even louder as soon as he lowered it into the puddle. He placed his gloves on before reaching into the blood and pulling wristband out. ``Officer Mat, gosh.`` He pulled his mag out before checking the bullets. He then placed it back inside before walking out of the room, checking device again. No survivors, not anymore. He prepared to walk back to his squad but he heard a flick behind him. He turned to see a dark hallway, lights beginning to turn off every second, non-natural noises closing in. ``Oh shit, no way.`` He backed off before turning and starting to run opposite direction, lights turning off behind him as he reaches the checkpoint. He slams the card into the scanner as loud voice answers ``ACCESS, DENIED`` he scans it again and again, turning behind to see 2 remaining lights on. He finally crushes through a window by the checkpoint doors. Crawling away, gasping for air. Out of no where he was grabbed by the right shoulder as he screamed, it was his friend, corporal Sam.
``You good?`` Sam asked, grinning. Sam Sanchez, corporal of the UNGOC and a peacekeeper for few good years, around 44 years old, kind yet not trustworthy with secrets.
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``Do I look like I'm fine?! I was just fucking chased by something, I just killed something, it was red and bloody and-``
``Alright, buddy. I think you need some other tasks as your imagination is playing.``
``It was not imagination, I saw it. Go fucking send a strike team or something!``
``Look, you're not the one to tell me what to do, now get back on your feet, soldier and get moving outside to secure the outpost nearest to the lake. MOVE UP, PRIVATE!`` Corporal shouted, finally breaking his nice character.
Richard was forced to comply, it was a higher up order. He stood up, saluting before running off to the gate which was finally fixed. He reached outside, placing his helmet on and correcting scarf, he got ready to handle the low temperatures. After a hour run, he reached the outpost which was around 150 meters away from the lake. He met up with 2 members of the DELTA team which were tasked to guard it. After a small discussion, he was allowed inside.
``Captain.`` Richard saluted, standing proudly and awaiting for order.
``Order, arms, private.``
``I'm coming to receive a task, sir!``
``Who sent you?`` The DELTA captain asked.
``Corporal Sam Sanchez from BRAVO division, sir!``
``Very well, you're to watch over the lake for this night, understood, private?``
``Aye, sir!``
``THEN MOVE UP!``
``AYE, SIR!``
Private Richard Cooper was finally done setting up a camp near the lake, he was there with a couple BRAVO units, it was around 6 PM. He rested his rifle next to his leg before taking a look at the sky. It was already dark, beautiful stars all over the clean sky.
``And she, beautiful as the stars in clean sky, infinite like universe-``
``You good, Clyde?`` Cooper asked one of the BRAVO members which apparently was Clyde. 19 year old mexican army guy, currently in-training.
``Huh, oh, uh, I'm just writting my poem, I didn't expect you'd hear it-``
``It's fine, nothing to be ashamed of. Writting for a girlfriend?``
``Yeah, I planned to make her a surprise once I leave the army, however I ended up here. . .``
``I hope we'll be able to come back till the new years, I want to spend time with my family.`` Cooper said, resting his back on the wooden log, warming himself up by the campfire.
``I don't have family, only papa but he's currently in hospital, cancer.``
``I feel terrible, was he a believer?``
``Yeah, he was going to church every day. . .``
``Then I hope God will welcome him into heaven warmly.``
``Thanks.``
They watched over the lake for the night, Cooper was left on night duty. It was past 11 PM when he began to feel sleepy. Suddenly, he heard water bubbling. He looked in confuse before picking up his flashlight. ``Great, batteries ran out.`` He opened the batteries clip inside the flashlight and pulled the used ones out, he then began to search bag for new ones. He found 2 and placed them inside. Richard then shined light around the lake, he saw a leg behind the DELTA compound. Human leg, barefoot. He took his rifle and attached the flashlight onto his rifle before going for a patrol to find the man. He followed the trace, getting closer and closer to the noises. He saw him, he was crouching by the supplies box just by the electrical fence able to deliver up to few thousand volts. As soon as Richard pointed his light at the suspect, he turned towards him, shocked and anxious.
It was around 177 centimeters tall human, male, most likely european with brown short hair, he wore dark blue jeans with multiple holes and scratches, white t-shirt with 16 holes more than it was suppost to have and of course, barefoot.
``YOU'RE ON A RESTRICTED AREA, IDENTIFY YOURSELF!`` Richard shouted, pointing his rifle at the man, who in answer began to back off scared towards the electrical fence. Before Cooper could warn him, the man touched the fence causing electrical shock to go through his whole body, his skin began to melt down before the electricity cut off in the outside area of the site, again. A GOC soldier quickly arrived to question the hell happened but yet, Richard didn't know it himself. He explained everything he could, the man, the noises, his appearance, his thoughts but it was all swiped under the rug with explanation "just a crazy maniac". He knew that it was something else, someone else. He returned to the camp and letted somebody else take over the night guard duty while he got some rest. Maybe was it all just a dream? No, it couldn't be. He remembers it too well. What did they do to the corpse? Who was that man?