Location: Dead City Zone of Kyoto, Military Territory of Nippon
Date: February 23rd, 1995
Time: 12:00 am
The city of Kyoto, once a city at its prime, was now dead alongside many other cities in the Japanese Islands. The population of Kyoto was in the Million before the Nuclear Bomb was launched in 1945. Then the population was in the hundred of thousands before all out Nuclear War was called in 1962. Then it was in the ten thousands before the forces of North America and Eurasia clashed with each other's throats in the streets of Kyoto in 1982. Then in 1991, General Kennith ordered the city to be declared a dead zone, due to the amount of destruction and dismay the city has experienced and the lack of interest to rebuild it as it didn’t benefit the army and no Japanese wanted to be in the destroyed city. So the city was left dead as the streets were filled of corpses of both North American soldiers, Soviet Eurasian soldiers and civilians. Not even dissenters of the Military Occupation wanted to even lay a single foot into the city, as they feared that the corpses within the cities will make them join the pile.
Then, in the middle of the night, in an alleyway that was at a better state than most, multiple entities appeared that night, their expressions were filled with excitement and with eagerness to find pleasure within the new environment around them. Only for them to then have a face of disgust and shock when they first see a pile of rotting bodies turning into skeleton and the smell of death and decay ran into their nose.
Their initial excitement turned into absolute horror the more they venture into the abandoned city, more bodies of skeletons laying in the streets, structures either in complete disrepair, some of the building’s being completely unsafe to even walk in, large craters are seen in the streets as a results of airstrikes or artillery shells striking the area. Multiple vehicles are seen destroyed or abandoned by both sides with civilian use being completely useless.
The leader of the expedition of the group of mamonos, Alayna Charlotte, an Elf. decided to set up camp in the same area they were transported at first, as it was the only location that was in sustainable condition. But she swore, she swore that there was something seriously wrong about the place they are at, she didn’t know if it was the endless dark sky, the air being awful to a point it tasted like metal, or that certain corpses had refuse to rot after looking like they’ve been there for years. But something was wrong in this area that she felt like something was watching her.
Maybe it would be for the best to go back to their homeworld after two days, because she knew her group can’t last anymore than that. Lest they go mad at the horrific conditions this place has went through.
Location: STRENG GEHEIM
Date: February, 25th 1995
Time: ??:??
“Aufwachen”
Cece immediately was awakened upon hearing that dark cold voice, her eyes still dazed but they were darting towards every direction possible as her head was unable to move, seemingly locked into place by something holding her in place.
As her eyes adjusted to the situation she found herself in, she noticed that there were two lights emitting in this dark room, one being directed right above her, and the other, on the other side of the incredibly dark room, she saw a soldier, one that had the weird mask and armor.
Her body began to shake, not one of pleasure but one of genuine fear, fear that she never once ever inexperienced in her lifetime, the only ounce of fear she ever felt was when she struggling to use magic or was embarrassed by her compatriots, but never once were those fears about life or death. As this situation could end up her being killed, just like the people she saw down there.
She.., couldn’t exactly remember the specifics of what were inside of the basement, possibly it was memory loss from the hit to the head she received when she was down there, but. She still remembered what she saw, there was blood, so much blood everywhere, there was so much blood that she knew other Mamonos would pass out from the sight. And-
“Sprechen” Was the word that knocked her out from her internal thoughts, her eyes hesitantly laid onto the strange clothed soldier, he’s unmoving mask that devoids of any emotion in the slightest, it’s eyes were almost penetrating through her very soul.
There was a momentary silence before the man in the armor spoke once more in he’s gruff and now slightly irritated voice, albeit in a different language. “Parler”
Again, Cece didn’t understand what that thing in the armor was saying to her. Was it possible that it was trying to get her to speak so he can have an understanding of what language she spoke? Maybe to intimidate her into speaking? What was he trying to get a-
“Speak” Was said from the man who’s accented tone sounded fed up with the lack of responses he had received from her. Of course, the sudden understanding of what he was saying made her blurt out from that.
“W-W-What?” When she blurted it out, the man looked at her closely as he’s head leaned slightly towards Cece as she winced as the man did this, she could already tell there was no ounce of love inside of the man’s body. Except him possibly liking the current state of pain she was in, which was even worse to consider to her.
After what felt like an eternity, the man finally leaned back. “Verdammte Englische Frauen” He states openly at her with the everlasting disdain towards her never leaving his voice. He then stood up and walked off past her to where she now couldn’t see the man anymore except for he’s loud footsteps that soon stopped when she heard the man click on something that emitted some kind of sound, a voice was the most likely but it felt so distant and incredibly distorted that she couldn’t even understand a single word. But not that it mattered in any sense, they were speaking in a language completely unknown to her, so she couldn’t be sure if they were mocking her or speaking on what to do with her.
Almost like they were listening to her very thoughts, something opened, she couldn’t describe what she heard but it was a loud creaking sound that was also accompanied by a clanking sound as it rubbed on the floor, Cece would’ve covered her ears at the sound of it but was unable to do so as she was restrained, then the sound stopped and then there were a pair of footsteps that entered into the room, what was different from the steps of the person that she saw, these steps were lighter than the mans, while it didn’t mean much at in the grander scale of things.
Then the footsteps stopped, most likely near the other man, she then finally heard the new occupant in the room. “Leave”. It wasn’t gruff nor angered, it was completely stern but yet there was very little or not even at all any emotion from his voice. She simply heard the voice of the disgruntled say something not audible and his loud footsteps then showed he’s leaving as the door began to close once more as Cece gritted her teeth slightly at the irritation of the door closing until it was fully closed and it was only her and the unknown figure who was now in the room with her.
It was silent at first, then the light footsteps then began and made its way towards her direction once more in a slow movement, almost like it was intentionally walking slowly towards her for some reason, but she was almost proven incorrect that he was walking slowly as he walked past and sat in the chair that the previous man once sat on, and now she got a good look at the man that entered the room.
The man wore some kind of black suit who had a red tie going inside of the uniform with some kind of armor in the center, of course the suit and armor looked cleaner than anything in the room, well, there was multiple spots on the uniform but it was undoubtedly in better condition than the old metal table infront of her and some small cracks on the wall that has shed light on. His hair was… messy at best as it appeared to not have taken care of it for the beginning of, his lifetime as it was sometimes cut in some certain spots to stop it from overgrowing, then came the. “Face”. Who made her heart stop completely
And it wasn’t one of positivity or heat, but one of complete shock.
The face was..fine in one side which was the right side, except for the eye as it felt, dead. But the left side of his face? It felt like it was torn off from his face at extreme force and horribly placed back together and improperly treated it, to show some of his flesh still fresh despite the horrible condition it was in, she could also even see that he’s left eye was completely gone as it was part of the skin and even a small piece of bone was sticking out from the cheekbone. But yet, with the neutral expression visible on the eye, it's like.. He didn’t even acknowledge it, nor even care about it. And while he’s mouth was covered by some kind of scarf, she would consider it much of a blessing as she didn’t want to consider-
“Name” The man interrupted her thoughts with a single qu-, no. Demand. The man demanded to know her name, Even if he’s tone wasn’t shouting or angrily demanding her to do it, his singular dead eye was enough to scare her into defeat.
“C-Ce-Cece Sh-Sash-Sasha. . .” She quietly muttered as her body began to shake in complete fear. The man simply eyed her for almost a cold minute until eventually reaching down onto his suit and pulling out a light pocket notebook and a pen, his eye then looked down and he opened the small notebook and wrote down something, most likely her name.
The eye then redirected back to her with his expression remaining unchanged as he looked at her for a good moment before eventually speaking. “Miss Cece” He began somewhat respectfully, even if the tone was still emotionless. “Your were apprehended by the Storm Trooper Unit 15-4 in the basement of a temporary Army Station in the German State Province of Lower Saxony which before your entry of the basement you resist arrest by German Forces when discovered, trespassed into military property without no form of identification or permission and your charged with manslaughter with the murder of Private Gebundenemann, to which your subject to be handed over to the 48 Infantry Division as part of the Division the private was part off and your fate will be decided by the 48th” He concluded to her.
Cece was mortified to say the least, she. Killed him? That. That wasn’t suppose to happen, when she bit him it was supposed to make him feel a sensation of love, it. It wasn’t meant to kill him at all. “W-What? N-No! I didn’t mean to-”
“It doesn’t matter if you didn’t want to kill him or not.” Interrupted the man in front of her. “What matters now is that a German Private is now dead under your own very hands. They want vengeance for what you did to their brethren” He simply stated with the same emotionless tone. And the way he said it, she already dawned on what they wanted to do with her.
They were going to kill her.
Cece then felt tears slowly run down her face. She didn’t want to die like this, away from her home, her family, she didn’t want to die. She could beg for the man in front of her to spare her from such a fate, but it was already clear from the look the suited man was giving that it wasn’t the case at all, the same could apply to he’s tone, while it wasn’t disrespectful, it also wasn’t filled with the slightest bit of sympathy.
The man in front of her kept quiet for a good amount of time before eventually his finger tapped twice on the metal surface of the table catching her attention. She sniffs as she looks at the man once more. “However, while you're going to die regardless due to you being a foreigner, I was able to make a deal with the lead Storm Trooper here, there are two options that you can choose to decide on how you want to die. Option one, you cry for the remainder of your time here on this earth and be tortured to death until it fully satisfies the German Infantryman. Or, Option two. You tell me what I need to know that is sufficient and satisfying at most, and I can assure you that you won’t die painfully. But instead peacefully. He stoically stated at Cece.
Cece look at the man for a good minute and weighted the options, they weren’t even good to begin with as both results her death, but one is clearly a much more favorable fate than being subjected to torture but it would be it. She didn’t want to choose how she would die because she didn’t want to die, she had hoped they would understand that her intentions were pure, that she wanted for that man to be happy and feel love. . .
But it seems they wouldn’t understand.
She then looked at the man once more before intaking a deep breath before muttering. “I-I’ll te-tell you wh-what you need to kn-know” She said now stating her choice on the option.
The man, seemingly satisfied with the answer that he had received from the vampire, he then wrote something down on the notebook and looked directly in the eye. “Miss Cece, since your death will be near, I would believe the best thing for you to do is to remain calm and keep your mind in check if you want your death peaceful.” He paused as he looked at something on he’s wrist before looking at the slightly shaking women. “First question, where did you come from?”
Location: Liberation State of Korea, Classified
Date: February 25th, 1995
Time: 8:25 am
When the Lieutenant General finally arrived at the Scientific Research Military Compound (SRMC) to where the lead scientist Soo-Jin Sung was currently at, he had a grim and resentful expression visible on his face as he left the helicopter seat alongside his four armed security detail he went with them.
When he was notified about these. . .mutant creatures that the portal unit found, he would admit that he had a small amount of fear form into his face as when he first heard the reports, to put into respective, they had just reported sites of mutants yesterday, and all of a sudden they are finding reports of these mutant creatures all over the globe, all ranging from Canada to Mexico, Spain to Germany, Hawaii to Australia. It was just, baffling to see such a large number of them just appearing out of nowhere and having no reason to appear at all with no logical explanation to back it up. But the small amount of fear was seen replace with anger when he heard that the four manned patrol unit had severe injuries that one had to be placed in a special operation due to him being heavily injured.
As Gordon Denton’s team made their way into the main buildings entrance, the two soldiers stationed there immediately salute at him to which he only nod in return, one of the soldiers in the right put their M4 to the side as they put in the code, with an audible click, the door was unlocked and the two soldiers then open the door to let the team and the Lieutenant General to pass through. To which when they enter inside the doors behind them were closed with another click.
The squad alongside Gordon Denton then made their way through the building passing through soldiers from Korean and North American, to who they always turn and salute to him and he nods in return acknowledging the salute. Then they go down a pair of stairs, to which they go down the steps, and while it was in the 5th floor and it was slightly irritating at best but not really enough to be an annoyance.
As they reach the 5th floor, they met with three Special Forces apart of the Korean National Liberation Army. One of the best Korean forces out there as some were veterans from the Korean Uprising of Independence in 1990, but while extremely loyal to their country, they were also loyal to the Military Junta of North America, and to which, they also saluted the Lieutenant General to which, he and alongside the squad went and saluted to the Koreans.
The Korean Soldier in the center then went forward and spoke up to Gordon directly. “Lieutenant General, Senior Scientist Sung is awaiting for you and only you sir”
The Lieutenant General eyed the Korean for a good second before slowly walking towards him to which the Korean only stiffened in response but kept he’s cool. “Is there a problem with my security team?” He asked curtly.
“No sir” The Soldier Responded. “Sung believes that what she is going to show you, should only be seen by the eyes of the Lieutenant General”
Gordon was silent as he contemplated he’s options, while he understood the reason of secrecy, as this was the first time discovering mutants in the walking earth, he also didn’t seem bothered if one of he’s own security detail know about them, then it would be beneficial as they would know what they are and how they act so they can be at the ready to defend themselves against this new threat. “I’ll only bring one soldier alongside me, is that acceptable to Sung?” He asked stoically at the Korean.
The Korean looked at him with silence, before taking a glance at the security detail before eventually looking at Gordon once more. “Yes sir”
Gordon Denton just nods before making he’s glance at one of he’s soldiers. “Corporal Henderson, on me.”
The Corporal stood at attention before the Korean then went to a pad in the side and put in the code to which a green light illuminated on the top to which the doors open and Gordon Denton and the Corporal went inside the room as the door behind them was closed.
Once inside, the first thing that was noted was that it was that it was incredibly bright inside of the room, which gave him a few seconds to blink to momentarily adjust in the room, then one thing he noticed was that a whole bunch of scientists in the corner were looking at a glass wall, with the known assumption that it might be either a soldier from the portal unit or one of the mutants, so he went ahead and walked ahead to see what was in the other side that was making these Scientists writing a lot on their own notebooks. And when he finally closed the distance he got a full view on a person laid down on the observation table.
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Wha-. . What? What the fuck was he looking at?
He wasn’t sure what he had anticipated when he first heard the creature, he had the biggest assumption that they would uncanny look like human beings but with something wrong with their body structure, one example being that one having an extended body structure where they were twice as tall of that of a human being and they were extremely hostile, or something another simpler, they looked exactly as human beings but they had some kind of new threat within of some kind as Nuclear Radiation is always unpredictable, because nobody had a slim glimpse that humans that were heavily affected by Soviet Nuclear Weaponry due to a added component that effected a majority of the North American continental human population.
All that he assumed about the creature went out the window as he viewed the absolute ridiculousness of the women laying the observation desk, because viewing it just asked even more questions than before. The women appeared to have, wolf ears, alongside the darkskin it has that was accompanied in. . .Fur? Fur. There was god forsaken fur on her bod-. . . .Why? Just why? Why the fuck is her body. . ? Why was it so, degenerated? No women, in any right should have that kind of body and. Why were it’s chest big? What was this some kind of sick joke by the Soviets? Because this is the most disgusting, vile thing to be created, Did they make this women to be mentally fucked in the head to make it think it was a wolf of some kind? And if so, where did it get the fucking fur and was it suppose to be a spy, If it was a Soviet Spy then they must’ve been because it was a poor attempt to use the mentality unstable, because that would be much more logical than believing this is an actual mutant. It being a lab rat instead would be much more acceptable assumption than thinking it was a mutant,
But soon he’s thoughts were interrupted by a female voice to the left who spoke curtly “Lieutenant General Gordon” He turned and the person he was suppose to meet was there, Senior Scientist Soo-Jin Sung, her words were enough to make the other Scientists in her black lab coat as it was distincted from the others, she wore all sorts of safety gear, which goes all the top and bottom which included a medical mask with goggles and gloves. She then saluted directly to him to which he responds back with a slow nod. She then lowers her hand and walked towards him. “Glad to see that you took my notice with utmost importance” She said.
“I was under the impression that you had captured a creature that had attacked my men. Not a female in some fur suit” He stated in a stoic but cold tone.
Sung was quiet as she took note of the tone, she could already tell that he was annoyed and irritated at what he was seeing. To which she completely understood. To see this female be the cause of injuring an entire patrol unit, to say that female had nothing but fur and ears, it would be easy to understand how someone would be baffled and angry about it. But he hadn’t heard the whole story. “Sir, it would be wise to understand that there is more than meets the eye Lieutenant General, As. .” She took a second to choose her words correctly before speaking up once more. “As this could be the first of the beginning of something massive” She simply stated as she walked past him.
“The general only raised an eyebrow through his gas mask, the hell is that suppose to mean? ‘The first of the beginning of something massive?’ But holding his mouth shut, he gestured he’s Corporal to follow him as they walked behind the Senior Scientist.
As they walked behind her, they were now in a section of the medical section which , there were eight rooms, four of them were occupied, which most likely the patrol unit each had different labels, one had a occupied label which was that the soldier had fully recovered, two had the same signature of wounded, and the last one had the term critical on it.
“Gordon” The Lieutenant General’s attention then diverted his attention back to the Scientist, one of your privates are fully recovered, he’s injury only consisted of being bit in his left hand, but still had to be treated due to him. Behaving differently. He’ll debrief you, I’ll have to thoroughly examine the corpses, enjoy your stay.” She commented before walking off in the distance back into the labs.
Gordon looked at the door being turning he’s attention to the Corporal. “Stand Guard” He ordered, the soldier went forward and stood by the door where the recovered private was at, taking a moment of silence, he went and placed he’s hand on the door knob and turned it allowing himself inside.
The Private was in corner just sitting on the bed while looking at he’s bandaged hand almost like he has been doing that the entire time he’s been here, the private looked at the door and almost in reaction went and rose up from the bed and saluted at the Lieutenant General then returned the gesture. “At ease” He stoically stated but without any bitterness or cold tone attached to it.
The private then lowered down he’s arm once more to look at it slightly before looking back at Gordon Denton, and he took one notice almost immediately that the private in front of him was expressing an emotion that is commonly rare within the ranks of the Military Junta of North America. And that it was uncertainty, uncertain about something. And it was something that the Lieutenant General need to get the bottom of. “Name”
The soldier straighten himself up instantly. “Dee Felix Sir” Dee responded.
“What position were you in the Patrol unit?” Gordon questioned
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“Gunner” He answered curtly.
Gordon looked at him for almost a minute in complete silence before asking. “When was the time that your patrol unit made contact against the mutants?”
Location: Liberation State of Korea, Outskirts of Kumi
Date: February 25th, 1995
Time: 2:45 am
Inside the interior of the High Mobility Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicle (HMMWV), four soldiers are within the vehicle as they remain completely silent in their seats as they each watch their corners, the gunner in particular, Private Dee Felix, while holding on tightly on the M249 Light Machine Gun, he will admit that he wasn’t particularly weary to contrast with he’s squadmates, and while yes, he did have the sense of some Stalinist subhuman fuck being somewhere in freed Korea, their remains have been dwindling down ever sense 1990, to a point where there is less than hundred at best remaining in the land, so it was enough to put him at ease to an extent, but not enough to put him off looking out for any communist fuckers, he wasn’t a stupid idiot.
But he had a least with company of hearing the Mexican news, much to a slight annoyance to he’s squadmate but they didn’t say anything about it as to them it was just going through a busy section on the middle of the streets and it wasn’t too loud to cause them to shut it off.
“Y para el último informe de la noche, hemos confirmado informes de fracciones entre la Coalición Republicana Estadounidense, ya que el fracaso en la toma de Washington ha llevado a la cuestión de la legitimidad de las decisiones de Bill Clinton para ganar la revolución expresadas entre los rebeldes del sur bajo el El mando de Atlanta comienza a desobedecer órdenes de Los Ángeles y Chicago.”
Apparently, one of he’s squad mates, Private Zac. He had been tuning in with the Mexican news and when he got word of the names Atlanta, Los Angeles and Chicago, he hit the roof of the Humvee which instantly caught the attention of hits on the roof much to his annoyance. “What?” He asked curtly
“What was the Mexican talking about?” Zac questioned
Felix took a moment to translate what the man said on the radio before giving an answer. “The reporter is just saying that the Neo-Revolutionaries are questioning the authority of the Provisional leader after the failure of seizing Washington to a point where the Atlanta Government has began to refuse orders from the other Governments in Los Angeles and Chicago.” He stated.
Zac looked at Felix for a good second before nodding and looking back into the dark countryside and with that he did the same. While it was good news that those traitors were blaming each other to a point where they might start infighting, the only concern he had back home other than serving the Military Junta, was, he’s parents.
If he had to state he’s family history then it would be mostly uninteresting but he was classified as Anglo-Mexican. A term used when someone is born the Military Junta of North America, more specifically, when someone in the army has a child with someone with Mexico. And to which the Baby is classified as Anglo-Mexican, which prior to some history lessons from he’s mother, the term was used to be to classify a child conceived between a British and Mexican Nationals. But sense Britain hasn’t existed ever sense 1962. The term was then used over between nationals of the MJNA and the Mexican Federative Republic.
And speaking of he’s parents, to put it bluntly he’s mother was Mexican and His father was North American. How did they get engaged in the first place? Well. The beginning wasn’t even anything exciting or new, he’s father was just doing a operation in Northern Mexico in 1974 to exterminate the local cartels and drug lords in the area after a bloody incident when some of the cartels cross over into Deseret and caused a bloody incident which sparked a conflicted between the Drug Empire’s in Mexico against the 5th Military Division. Which is the Military Division he’s father was in. A unit of his was sent over to Torreon to stomp out the kingpin in the area and it was. One of the bloody places in the entire war as it went into a point where they called in Artillery strikes to put an end to the battle.
And during the short time occupation, he’s father was fortunate enough to have come across a women. To which they talked, way more than any soldier in the 5th Division has ever talked with. And even so, after the 5th Division left, he kept coming back to the city to meet with her. And again, and again. And one thing leads to another and he was born the next year.
There was a slight small smile appearing on his face as he then remembered how he’s mother was memorising and talked for the first time ever in he’s father’s life, most likely after the bombs fell. that he genuinely smiled for the first time ever with her when he was holding on to him after he was born. Of course whenever she told this to him when he’s dad was in the same room he would have a sincere stare at he’s mom before shrugging it off.
But Felix then shook his head before concentrating back in the road ahead of them, while it was nice to think about his family from time to time. But he was on duty, he couldn’t show his emotional side when he could be killed off at any momen-. . .
Then suddenly there was a bright flash of light about a few kilometers which caused Private Payton to slam in the breaks to which he swore that if Payton was going at 50 mph, he would’ve flown off. But as the Hunvee went in a stop, Felix went and pointed he’s M249 at the middle of the road as he tried to see what was the cause of it, he could’ve sworn that he saw something moving but as he’s vision stabilize from the initial light burst, he could see. There was someone in the middle of the road.
“Tango up ahead, idly standing in the middle of the road” He immediately alerted to he’s squadmates in the Hunvee.
When they got a good look down the road, they almost instantly got their weapons, Zac got himself ready with the M16 while the Specialist Maddox in the seat right next to the Driver pulled the Remington 870 from the floor and cocked it while the driver was handed a loaded Mac-10 by Zac as he places he’s other hand on the wheel as they begin to drive but albeit slowly with precaution.
As they reached the vicinity of the target, Felix got a closer look of the target and. ,, , The fuck? Why was her skin incredibly dark, it was almost just like the color black. What was it even wearing? Was it wearing a furskin of some kind or was it wearing fur? Wait, did it have a fucking ears? Wh-. . .Oh screw it. He then pointed his Light Machine gun towards the unknown figure as the rest of his three squadmates then got off from the vehicle as they pointed their weapons directly at her.
“Identify yourself* The Specialist stated in Korean coldly, even the figure slightly flitched at the coldness of the voice but remained silent as her eyes were still closed as she kept kneeling down in the middle of the road.
Seeing that there wasn’t any reaction or possibly ignoring him, he switched to English “I won’t ask again. Identify yourself.” Maddox ordered once more with a slight irritation rising in his voice. But again, there was no reaction from the women, hell, he could’ve sworn she had a small smile plastered on her face, he then turned to Private Payton. “Apprehend her”
Payton simple nods as he slowly approached her extreme caution as he walked towards her, when he was finally in reaching distance, he’s face was mostly stoic but the disgust was visibly there when he saw how much skin the women had revealing. When he reached out he’s arm to harshly grab the women, her eyes shot open revealing red eyes that were somehow burning and her small smile turned into a massive grin as she yelled out. “Your ours now!”
Then suddenly there were multiple howls heard all around them, more specifically, from the bushes that began to rattle with life behind, of course when Payton wasn’t turning around and immediately aimed he’s MAC-10 towards her only to immediately jumped by the assailant who in turn behind to bite him straight in the neck causing him to yell out in pain. The Specialist attempted to get a shot on the dark lady only to miss when he was jumped from the side to which he made a hard contact against the vehicle which knocked him out and Zec didn’t even time to process what the hell was happening until he got jumped from behind only leaving Felix manning the Light Machine gun when he heard two pair of footsteps coming from the side.
With some hope that the three could handle on their own due to only being jumped, Felix turned the gun to the side fairly quickly and when the two targets showed themselves to be, almost identical to the dark lady, except for being white both on skin and fur, he immediately opened fire. He must’ve fired for a good 3 seconds before finally seeing the two corpses on the floor and turned to fire upon the dark lady that had attacked the Private only to be surprised why a lady in white fur somehow came out of nowhere and with an enraged face yanked he’s left arm and bit he’s hand through he’s glove.
And god did it fucking hurt. It actually really hurt to a point where blood instantly came out on the womens mouth where it immediately replaced the enraged face with one of complete shock, but it was enough for him to pull out he’s combat knife from he’s belt that he immediately shoved it on the enemy skull to which she went completely limp, he then took off the knife from the women and shoved her body off of the vehicle, placed he’s hands once more the LMG and got back he’s attention to the dark lady, pointed and fired.
Apparently she had thought he was either neutralized or must’ve been dazed to do anything as she hastily moved to the right as soon he’s LMG fired where the other women were attacking Zac and Maddox as they were attempting to remove it’s armor to most likely bite into them and when the dark lady went past them, so did the LMG who was firing as it the women that were standing still got instantly killed as they ate the bullets passing through to which Felix assumed he had killed three in the white fur.
Then there was a click on the LMG, and not even waiting a second, he immediately duck down in the Hunvee when the dark lady launched herself up top to where he used to be in. He then went to the left side of the Hunvee and pulled out his Colt 1911 and fired in the MG seat to which the women dodged away to the side and to the left backseat door and she punched the window to which it immediately was smashed and she grabbed a hold onto Felix and pulled her out from the window and to which some of the glass got stuck on he’s body to slight pain and irritation to him as he was push aggressively the ground and he’s pistol was knocked away from he’s grasp.
“Oh your going to pay you human scum~.” The dark women said in a combination of anger and. What the fuck was the other tone, was it lust? She fucking felt lust? How the fuck was this degenrated even feeling like this!? Just how would it feel like this?! This was the exact way the cartels in Mexico were like from her mother’s experience. And this whore wants to make an example out of him? She was going to pay.
As her hands went towards her upper chest to remove the binds there, she probably didn’t anticipate that he would’ve gotten up as fast as he did. And she most likely didn’t see the aggressive punch directed to her face which she turns and covers the bruise on her face. And the she felt something cut into her flesh in her back and then directly in the spine to which she screamed the loudest the women screamed. She then collapsed into the ground screaming in pain she had never once felt before in lifetime. But Felix wasn’t done, he was far from it.
He grabbed the hair of the now screaming assailant who now had visible tears going down from her face, the Private then went and opened the broken window of the Hunvee and dragged her head from the ground and onto the between the broken door and seat. He then heard the women beginning to beg. “N-N-No! W-Wait pl-” He then started to ignore her plea’s as he had just an assumption that they quite didn’t understand the situation they found themselves in.
This is war. KIll or be killed.
He then slammed the door against her head hard causing her to scream loud, blood started to drip down from the head. It wasn’t satisfying enough, he then did it again, and again, again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again.
He didn’t know how many times he had slammed the door against the Soviet Whore’s head as he kept doing it at a fast pace. Only then when he the sounds of meat being squished did he stop of one final time before standing still for a good minute. Before walking over to see the condition of the bitch. One look at her and it explained it all, her head was completely mushed. Parts of it’s skull was open and it’s brain was inside all mushed up and out of place, there was blood falling from it’s face. Taking he’s glance away from the killed bastard before standing for a minute before turning around to check on Private Payton and a howl was heard when a similar black women began to rush towards him at an incredibly fast speed.
Felix balled up he’s fist to defend himself but overall it wasn’t even needed because as he put he’s fists up, a singular LMG was fired from behind that obliterated her legs and lower stomach and fell onto the road. He was silent for a minute as he’s balled fists fall flat to he’s side as he kept watching the dead corpse. He didn’t know how much he was looking at it but he only got out of it when he felt a hand to the side and he heard a stoic and slightly concern voice. “You operational?”
He turned to see a Sergeant having it’s hand on he’s shoulder, he took a second to process it he slowly nodded he’s head. The Sergeant then removed his hand from he’s shoulder and directed he’s hand movement to the other member of he’s squad to check Felix’s squadmates. As he looked at the corpse that had been obliterated beforehand, he overheard the Sergeant speaking. “Command, three are injured were attacked by unknown third parties, requesting immediate medical support and vehicle to transport the unknown parties”
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Location: Liberation State of Korea, Classified
As Private Felix finished retailing the event that had occurred hours ago, the Lieutenant General was completely silent when he was done. To any normal or rational member of the Military Junta, that retelling would’ve been considered an ridiculous claim and that soldier would’ve been suffered depending on their commanding officer, but with what he had witnessed entering in prior, and the comment the Senior Scientist made. It was evident that the Soldier in front of him was telling the full truth, as they should.
Gordon Denton simply nodded his head at the Private before saluting the Private in complete respect on what he went through, Felix in turn saluted back before they both lowered their hands and Gordon left the room.
As he left the room, he noticed that Corporal Henderson was looking at the door which had the Critical Wounded door with incredible suspicion and when Gordon heard noise of pain groaning coming out of the room, he at first rose up a eyebrow on the sounds before there was bang on the door, one that felt that a human body was thrown against it, he then immediately understood why.
“Returner” He muttered stoically as he pulled out he’s M1911 alongside the Corporal raising up he’s M4 Carbine Rifle in time for the door to bash down with the soldier who had bandages all over it’s neck throwing up dark blood onto the broken door before rising up he’s head and it confirmed the Lieutenant General suspicions, he’s eyes were pure white, it’s pupils not even visible to see as it was completely white. The Returner then looked at two for a second before yelling out a human like screech before running at the two.
“Feral!” The Corporal yelled out before the two fired their weapons to which it hit the returner directly in the head, to which it simply fell into the head which now had a good chuck of it complete gone as it spazzed onto the floor, Gordon with he’s pistol in his hand then motioned Henderson to move forward to which he did. And when he made distance with the Returner spazzing on the floor, he lifted up he’s right leg before smashing it down onto the Returner head effectively making it dull and lifeless. Gordon only momentarily closed in slight remorse before opening them back up to see the Corporal lifting up he’s foot.
As soon Henderson removed he’s foot from the Returner, both still had their weapons trained on him for a couple more seconds before eventually lowering them. As they did, a bunch of footsteps can be heard and it was the scientists who immediately stopped before looking at the Returner’s corpse as they all had different expressions on their faces, the majority was grim.
“leul ttala idong” Was heard behind Gordon and Henderson as they saw the Scientists immediately go back where they came from, The Lieutenant General turned around to see Sung approaching them slowly. Gordon waited a bit for her to be in front of him, when she was a few meters in front of him, she looked down at the Private before looking up at Lieutenant General. “Seems that Private Payton succumbed to his wounds” She simply stated.
Gordon Denton slowly nods his head before she continued. “Private Payton had two separate bite marks into he’s neck, and while the bite are in the size of a human being, the marks left behind, tell an entirely different story.” She said as she then handed him over a file. He got a hold of the file and opened it to reveal two pictures of the two separate bite marks. The bites were, exactly how she stated them to be, human sized, but the marks, more specifically where the teeth bit into the flesh, were that of a wolf.
He analyzed them for a good minute before handing the file back to Sung before asking. “Is the specimen inside?” He said gesturing back into the main room to which she nodded before asking.
“You like to see it for yourself?” The Senior Scientist questioned to which he simply nodded and she began to walk towards the main center with the Lieutenant General and the Corporal following right behind her up till they reached a metal door. When Sung entered in the code in the pad, Gordon made a gesture to stand guard which the Corporal nodded, the door opened both the Senior Scientist and Lieutenant General entered inside while Henderson stayed behind.
As they entered the inspection room, Gordon Denton could see clearly that there also a table to near where the body was, and it filled with medical equipment, which not used to actually heal the dead corpse but more to open it up to study it and understand it more and to most likely find the possibility of what exactly is inside the mutant’s body that caused them to. Change drastically to the state it is in.
But that’s when he noticed something, the body was, in peak condition, it wasn’t even shot or any holes was visible on the body. Which he could vividly remember the Private telling him that both who had dark skin had died in crusome ways, and yet it didn’t show in any way. The Sung, most likely seeing it’s slight confusion through he’s gas mask, spoke up in explanation. “When we received the two corpses, they both had a significant part not damaged. One had it’s head completely busted and the other had it’s lower body torn into shreds. So to give us an absolute accurate depiction of them and how they function, we decided to cut off the heads and switch them so at least one would be perfect in a sense.”
While Gordon didn’t understand it in a practical sense, he could somewhat understand in a scientific sense. As now he could see how they looked like in he’s very eyes. As he looked through the body, he became more, disgusted the more he saw. If it was just the face then he would’ve been somewhat fine with it but the body just. There should be no reason why the upper chest should be that big and why the rest should be, he couldn’t come up for a word for it but it was disgusting either way, it virtually serves no purpose, Unless the Eurasians made it for a good laugh or was a failed thing in their part then it did make him pissed off. He imitated a sigh before speaking up. “Has there been any progress on how the Soviets engineered this?”
“While there has been some progress on how they are with blood samples.” Sung took a minute to respond much to a little confusion to the Lieutenant General until she spoke up. “But I can say in fair confidence that this isn't the work of the Stalinists.” She finally concluded.
This made Gordon to slowly turn he’s head toward Sung with suspicion. “What do you mean Senior Sung.”
Sung simply sighed as she went over to the table nearby and pulled the drawer to pull out another document and handed it over to him to which he went and opened it to see photos of blood samples and comparisons, as he looked them over she spoke. “We also were under the full impression of this being a mutant that never was discovered, but.” She took a moment to say her words correctly to the Lieutenant General. “The blood sample that we took from the bodies, didn’t have an ounce of radiation in them, not even Plutonium.”
That sentence made Gordon stay still before eventually looking up to the Scientist who continued on with her explantation. “Then we check the other corpses, same result. Then we looked deeper into the blood and. We discovered that their bodies are clean, Almost like they came out from the pre-war years. Yet when we pulled out archives of pre-war blood and compared it to theirs. It was completely different.” She then had a grim expression, one that she never even showed an expression until now. “Their blood streams were not even similar to a human being, it’s actually the complete opposite. and, it only general leads to one answer.” She momentarily looked at the corpse and then back to Gordon. “Their origins are not from this planet, but elsewhere.”
The Lieutenant General close the file and placed it back in the table and then stood completely still as his mind was trying to understand what he was just told. The mutant-. . Anomalies, that were supposed creatures that hide away from society for a ridiculous amount of time. And only to be told, by the highest ranking Scientist and smartest one apart from the Technocratic Brazilians to tell him point blank, that they are not even from this Planet? This, is not something he was going to be anticipated with.
He then turned to Sung and spoke sternly, “Senior Sung, you have full authority to use whatever tools or equipment necessary to discover more about these. , abominations to understand them better” He stated before turning away from her and begin to walk down to the door without even looking back as he went past the door and clicked he’s finger to Henderson to follow him as they began to leave the lab. But in the mind of Gordon Denton, one who was simply in charge of the Military Junta’s forces stationed in Korea, for the first time ever, didn’t know what to do next.
Location: Dead City Zone of Kyoto, Military Territory of Nippon
Date: February 25th, 1995
Time: ?????
Within the slums of the dead city, a Succubus named Remy Freya wondered endlessly in the streets as her face was grim as the scent of death was around the entire city. She didn’t know what she expected when their group leader had stated that they were to enter a unique city that was abandoned, apparently Alayna was one of the few ones who took precautionary measures and check where they were going to be located. But She guessed wrong as they entered a city that had been massacred over ten times exact.
When she first heard about the call to return back to their world. She felt both relieved and disappointed, relieved because she didn’t have to stay a minute longer in this rotten land that was suppose to be the promise of getting a husband when all of the males in their home world have turned into Incubus, but also saying, they didn’t get to see a single male, well. One that was alive that is-.
She then instantly gasped before regaining her breath. It was another corpse that still looked fresh. One thing she kept noticing in this city that, there was a lot of piles of corpses that was skeletons, perceiving that it’s been at least years that it looked like that, but there's always those couple few that looked like they refused to rot for whatever reason. The magic question was thrown out the window sense they couldn’t sense it at all, and the possibility that they were secretly alive as well was throw out as the obvious state they were in was enough to convince anyone with a brain to see that they were dead, and they weren’t coming back up again.
But it didn’t make it any better to look at them as some, were in serious horrid conditions, one that she could wish she could refresh her mind from the images, so she began to walk away from the non skeletal corpse. But as soon as she left, the radio that was in the upper pocket of the fallen soldier was then suddenly activated and a voice spoke.
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Then as soon as the voice came it went away as the radio then turned off. Then a few seconds later the body began to twitch ever so slightly, first the hands, then the legs, then the body. Then it’s eye’s shot open as it began to move erratically all over the ground as it’s bones began to pop and break at each movement it made, then it threw up dark red blood onto the floor as it stood up from the ground.
The Returner looked around with it’s pitch white eye’s for the supposed enemy as it scanned the area for any movement or sounds, then it got one when he heard muttering across the street, it released out a screech before running towards the source of the sound. Then screams followed all across the city.
Location: Washington, Military Junta of North America
Date: February 25rd, 1995
Time: ?????
“Sir, Scientists in Korea and Brazil have reported similar findings within the creatures.”
. . .
“Yes sir, their most likely assumption is either they came from out of the planet, or they’ve entered through unethical means that are not currently understanded in any means.”
. . .
“Yes sir, Operation Rust Belt will proceed after the death of the traitor”
. . .
“Glory to the Military Junta”
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Definitions
Dead City Zone: A Dead City Zone is in an occurrence when a city had suffered one or multiple down below.
Massive Destruction of a large marginal
A Deprived Human Population that cannot be replaced
High Amounts of Radiation
Massive piles of Returners
Returners: Are a somewhat rare occurrence during battle, that the rage of MNJA soldier when fallen is not enough to put them down permanently or satisfying enough. They would get back up in uncontrollable rage where they will attack the nearest human being in sight regardless of their affiliation in the battle. It is also reported that their bodies can withstand most of the natural environment while being dead to a point where they can hibernate to preserve the brain. They are also reported to be much more durable and more fast than a regular Homo sapiens atomis.
Most percentage of a MNJA soldier chance of becoming a Returner during battle would be 65%, out of battle, 95%
Proper procedure to deal with a Returner is to kill them directly in the head and to remove the head from the body lest they stand up again.
The only reported instance where the population of Returners is more than 100, is in the Dead Zone of Kyoto.
Homo Sapiens Atomis: Homo Sapien Atomis are a sub varient of Homo Sapiens where =̴̧̜͈̖͓͉̔͋͂́͗̿͝͝ͅ=̴̢̞͓̤̤̙̟̅=̶̪̦͉̇̒͜=̴̢̎̀͌͐̚͝=̷̧̢̢̪͔͖͖̳̙̻͍̅̉̽̐͗̑̒̊̎͋͒͜=̴͇̬̻̙̯̩̮̭̇̀͋̉́́̓̑́̋=̶͖̫͙̹̭̣̲̭͎͇̊̈́͌̔͊̄͛͛̓͂́͌̓͒͝=̴̢͍̫̺͔̠̫̊͋͋͐̚͘=̵̞̝̺̙̤̗̭̱̻̬̬͎͆̅̎̓̌̔͒͜ͅ≠̹̹̘͛͒͊̐̋̽́̂͌͘͝=̵͕̞̭͍̩͈̞̂͑̒̑̐́̐̾͠=̴̣̩̪̠̘̞̩͈̻̓̿̿̏͂̋̈́͠͠ͅ=̴̧̨͔̟̺̹̠͎̩͙͈͎̓͌͛͝≠̭̩̯͎̼͇͍́̊=̷͎̱͖̲͔̰̙͊̇͒̈́͌͒ͅ≠̰̈̑̋̆̊̾̑͊̕̚=̵̨̞͕̩̅̎͛̉͊̂͗́̾͘=̷̡̢̜͇̪̲͖̜̔́̂͝͝=̵̨̛͇͙͉̞̪͗̍̃̽ͅ=̷̺͍͈͂̓͂̃̈́͛̉̓͆̈́=̴̡̛̛̣̱͙͎̣̃̊̒͒͌̀̋́͋͌̕͠͝≠̨̊̊͒͗͂̈́̾̉̐̓̎͒̑=̶̡̠̰̜̮̰͕̘̦̂̀͐̐͘͠ͅ=̶̨̘͕͔̳͉̝͎̟̖͚͈̽͛̌́͜=̵̖̘̭̱̈́͒ͅ≠̺͎̱̟̙̱̎̌̈́̽̈̿͘̚͝=̵͈̣̼͖͓͇̠͍̟̝͓̹̺͈̅̋͋̄̎̍̃̐͛̾̔͛͌͠͝=̶̨̬͙̣̌̐̋͋̾̈́̾̋̏̈́͝ͅ≠̢̹͉̟͚̙͈̲̘͇̟̝͊̐͐̉̃̀̆͒=̶̢̦̝̞̮̗̪̰̞̥̇̎̊̊̇̅͗̓̑͠≠̞̻̝̝̹̥͇̰̯͐̈́̊̄͂́͑̊̃̋̀̄̾́̕=̷̧̮͖̤̖͍̞̮̲͕̳̘̿͆̄̓̂̚=̶̢̛̮̰̣͙̹̘̱͖͈͈̤̾̾̈́̀́̆̾̒͘͜͝=̵̟̩̜̞̟̻̦̆̅͗̀͌̓̆̓̿̿̏͂̄͠=̷̢̛̛̖̟̝͍̯͑̅͑̒̒̿̎̀͐̈̓̚≠̨̢̨̛̯̣͔̳̤̱̪̺̩͖̪͉̒̌̿͂̿̿̓=̴̨̧̨̛̱̞̫͖͈͆͐̄̈̂̋́̀̏̈̒̇͜͜=̵̭̦̰͈̟͎̣͕̱̩͕͓͖͖̱̈́̿́̀̂͂̾͝=̶̨̡̹̮̼͎͖̬̱̰̪͌̀̓̓̿̃̅͘̚̚͜͜ͅ=̶̧̞̘̫̠̮̤̙̗̘͈́̆͜͝=̴̛̲͍̫̙͎̩̻̥̐̓͌͗̇̈́͆́́͝ͅ=̵̧͕͉̰̻͓͓̟̣̯͈̥̣̰̦͑͐=̷̖͍̠͒̀̃͛ͅ≠̛̛̖̘̼̦́̓̋̋̂͊͘͘͝͠͠͠=̵̧̛͈̪̻͇͉̙̒̽̒̈́̀͑͆͑̈̅͜ͅ=̴̡̨̧̠̩̯̖̙̪̖̺͕̭̲͇͛̌̇̏̾̒̿̀̎̈́͂̔͝=̵̤͛̂̑̃́̇̒̂͂̂͠=̴̤͎̙͐̊̅̈́͛͠=̶̪̒=̷̡̡̧̧̧̛̺͙̬̬͎̬̒̉̔̀̅̔̇̎͂=̶̢̢̡̫̦̺̠͚͇̮̾̈̌̀̏́͒̑͗͌̂̕͜͝͝≠̼̩̼͙̯͉̙͔͒͗̀̈́=̷̨̬̩̘͓̥͓̟͍̋̄̌̽̍͘ͅ=̴̛̭͖̆̌́̾̔͊̓͘=̷̡̯̗̗̳̦̻̱̘̖͙̥̈́̌̆̽̈́̈̃͑̐̚͜͝͝ͅ=̶̩̮͓͖͈̱̠͈̹͐̈́̃̌͌͑̒͛̀̑͗͂̀̄≠̻̬̦̣̦̹̹͙̩͖̈̈̈́͘͜ͅ≠̹̻͂̆̈́͛̅̅̏́̄̍̾̒͝͝͠=̷̨͓͚̮̮̘̩̫̙́̀͆̉̌͌̓́͐̃̇̇̑̚≠̮̱͈̙͙͔̫͙͂̀̿̂͝͝=̵̻̠̜̊̑͐̄̃̄̆̿̅̀̒̕͘̚͝=̷̢̨̳̮̯͛͆͑=̷͎͍͇̬͇̤̹͎̪̬͍̹̑͋͂͠=̷̢̡̛̙̦͙̣̙̦̞̥̿=̶̢̛̛̙̞̲͖̙̇̅̈́̚̕̕͝͝ͅ=̶̨̧̣̠̗̹̯͉̭̖̱͙̊=̴͖͙͉̼͙̹̌̔͒̃̽̾͌͆́͌̋͌̇̉̕ͅ=̵̡̨̬̍̽̇͛͋̚͠=̷͉͓̘̹̳̞̼̒̊̽̒̑̅̒̍̎̆͠=̶̧̘̞̣̬̞͈͎̣͎̓=̶̮͕̗͍̼̱͔̲̭̍͋̉̋̄=̶̳͆=̴̧̥̻̜͙͌̅͌͒͂́͗̓ͅ=̶̢̘̫̹͙̺̪͈̳͙͉̄́̾͋́͋̈́̀͠͝͝≠͉̂͌̅͊͐̚≠̢̖̼̙̟͙̰̜͉̗̙̮͍͒̐̓̕=̶̮͉̮̬̰̻͓̙̬̹̮̺̗́̾̏̀̇̇̚̚͜͝=̷̧̛̛͍͈̥̱̈́̇̓̎͊̊̃͗͐̈̈́̐̚=̵͎̽̐͘ͅ=̶̣͛̏̉͜=̷̨̟͔̟͓̪̥̔͂́̏͒̃͑̊͋́=̶̻̘̟͓̲͚͈͗̈́͌̌̉͂͘͝=̷̝͈̱̙̳̝̙̜͇̾≠̪̜͍̝͙̿̈́̈́͊́̉=̶̳̅́̂̒͗̌̽̈́̂̾̿͂̐͘͝=̵̨̨͚̫̬̤̪̖̇͋͆̓̀̈̽̌̎̓͑͂̽̀͘≠̨̳̞͉͔͗̒̈́͆͆̌̅̏̈́̓͆̕͝͝=̷̢̛͇͇̬̳̂͊̒̓̅̈̋̍̈́̍̓̄̀=̵̪̠͖̟̤̬̖̰͖̱̿̎̅̓̈́̽̌=̶̡͚͕͕̬̬͓̜̪̝͂̓̆͗̂̋̚=̴͓͈̟͉̻̟̤̘͋̈́̅͐̿̇̅̍̇͊̌͛̑̓͝≠̢̛̜̱̹̜̪̿̒͐̔̈͌͒̊̊͠=̷̛͈̄̆͗̚͠=̶̪̺͈̙̥̤̜̄̐̀̏̽̐̈̈͘̕=̷̫̯̜͉͆̀̔́͑͆͛̽̈͆̈́̚ͅ=̷̡͙͎͈̜̭͚̗̘̮̙̼͊̔̀͗́=̶̙͖͎͔̪̲̔̈́͒=̴̮͍͉̫̮̍̆͐͂̆̀͝=̵̮͙̖͈͇̩͔͑̈́͐̄͜͜͜≠͎̇̌́̆͛͆͝=̶̡̟̟̫̲̞͚͕̫̞̼͕̙͚̬͒̾̇̽̈̔͒̄̈̑͊̚͠=̴̡̧͎̺̬͇̣̝̬̭̻̦̫͌̈́̌́͌̽̅̾̿̆̀̐͗̕͝ͅ=̵̡̢̦͇̦̭͔̹̲̇̐́̓̎̅̉̉=̴̢̟̯̯̯͇̬̝̲̣̹̽̇̉̍̐̒͜=̶̨̛̙̟͙̳̦̺̹͉̲̯̰͂̐̐̋̋̆̇́͆̓=̵̨̢̖̤̮̫̘̲͕̼̣̜͇͚̭͂̽̏̈̽̑̏͆̈̏͠=̶̢͍̥̫̹͈̳̺̖̜̌͋̑̇̍̈́͗̈́̅̉͐̌͝͠=̷̡̡̡̻̞͇͎̩͇̱̈́̍͗͌̊͌́̓̚͠=̵̛̪̠͊͌͐̓̇͆͜ͅ=̴̗͚̫̻̭́̀͑͋͆̂̏̀̋͂̎͗̕͘=̷̳̹͓̞͎͙͔̬͔͐͠͠=̴̡̞̈͊̌͗̀͊̾̎̇̔̏=̵̱͖̟͎͔̟͔͇́̇̉͘=̷̨̡̡̩̭͙͔̭͔̼̱̘̅͒̑̿̎̎́̏̚͠=̷̛̩̺̝̯̻̩̻̻͈͔̫̼̝̾͐͐̈̾̽̀ͅ=̴̨̬̈́̎̿́̾̄͝͝ͅ=̷̲̍̓͌̾̈́̏̐͊̊̈́͐͊͛̈͠=̴̧̢̮̬̮̪̼̀́͌̾͒̒̎́̕͠≠͍̝͎̻͒̈́͑̈́̅̀̂͜≠̹̳͔͉͐̾͂̿̇͊͐̾̿͜͝ͅ=̶̢̝̮̣͔̝̃̏͗̿͋̓̋̎̍̌͜͝=̴̤̭̰̙̠̠͖͇̿̑̓͐͋̍̂̓̽̀͘=̴̻̪̲̭͍͍̼̃̂͋̉͐̐̌̚͘≠̨͖̩̤͈͙̝͔͎̗̄̑͗̓͜͝ͅͅ=̶̡̧̛̱̪̬͕͙̜̳͉̂̐͊͋̀̉̉͒͒̑͘͘̕͜͝=̴̯̮̼̘͍͈̺̘͂̈́̕͜͜=̴̟͕͍̭̉̽͂̂̇̋̈͗̑̈̈́͗̒͘=̶̢̛̩̼̩̹͊̃̌≠̧̱̝̬̦̝̭͆̆̏̓̚=̷̢̥̺̫̖̈́͊̉͗=̶̢̜̮̫̰̬̣̖͙̤̟̬̺̠̭̈́̐̇͗=̵̢̡̘͉͓̤̬͔̬̳̌͊̓̔͘̚=̵̟͙̺̯͘≠̨̫͈̥̝̮̣̙͇̳̬̠̱̒̋̒͒͌̐̓͗=̴̧̡̘̝͇̘͚̘̍̉͊̾̅͋̍̔͌̈́̉́̉̏͝=̴̩̜͈̯͎͎̯̀̎̀̄̋̓͒̕≠̢̜̱̟̫͕̬̭͓̹̀=̴̼̥̳̮̋̃͊͐͊̃͠=̵̧̧̣͉̠̳̘̗͔̦̑̔̽͜ͅ≠̘̳͐̎̎͘͘=̶͙͉͕̇͒̏̃̃̌̐̃̄=̷̧͙͍̱̪͚̘͇̓͆́͐̕͘ͅ=̶̫͚͍̤͖̒͂̀̅̈̄̊̇̀̔̅̋̈̚͝=̶̡̛̗͔̯̥̮̐̇͒̒͊̑̓͛͋̓̚͘͜=̴͙̙̤̒̈́͗̑̈́͛͐̎̍͝͠=̷̢̫̀͆͊=̵̨̢̪̲̖̬̖̙̗̱̹̖͕̼̊̈́̈́̇̈́̈́͝=̵̲̦́͊̐̔̂̿̎̾̋̇͘͠=̶̧̗͚̺̯͍̪̺̦̥̈́͊̋̔́̔̀͌̌͂̌̐̂͑̕≠̡̞̣͇̻̮͉̦̩̰̥͓̈́͊̇̏≠͚̫̬̞̱͕̬̉͋͆̒͑͊̿=̷͕̟̯̭͇̓̈́͋͐̓̉̑̅̔̈́̐̉̎͒=̷̗̪͎̎̒̕=̷̢̙͖͚̙͖͕̫̉̊̃̌̔̓̽̂̇͛͝=̵̡̥̟̻͓͕̹̒̈̂̏͘̚͝=̶̛̻̯͕̙̌͐́̓͑̓͌͝=̴̨͕͍̩͉͖͚̖̘̀̈́̏̏̀̌̈͝ͅ=̶̱͎̝̱͕̲͈̮̗̱̫̒͋̏̂̄̄̉́̇͠=̶͔̙̼̲̘̽̂̋͊́̑̈́̕͜͠͝=̷̗͔̭̻̩̾̂̓=̵͚̼͈̄̇͒̐̂͆̍̐̾͘͝͝͝=̵̼̅̎̾̿́=̴̡̧̝͙͓̤̤͉̦͇̇̑̈́̈͋̓̂̎̿=̵̘͎̟̂͐́͑͂̍̉̑̅͘=̴̛̩̻̻̤̫͎̭̝̙͒=̶̨͈͉͓͔̰̭̟͚̺̭̰͈͙̦̌=̶̨̧̲̜̗͌͒̄̾̔̃̿̚=̶̡̧̛̛̮͈͍̣̝̗̲̠̪̯̰̼̪̀̀́̑̆̃͆̾͗̚͝=̵̡̛̱̩͛̑͆̆̋̄́̋͘=̴̨̩̲͙̥̐=̷̠̫̩̬̋̔͛͌͗́̓̌̀̉̕͝͠͝=̶͎̖̋́͗̿̈̽͝=̷̬̼̳̗̔̍̔͂̏́̓̆̓̀͘̚͠ͅͅͅ=̷̧̛̘͍͈̱̟͔̳̠́̋͛̓͂̎̑͌̇̒́̀̊̆=̷̡̳̤̙̩̠̬͇̥͍̗̾̽=̶͕̔̃̏̏̊=̵̧̺͔̯̞̫̞̯͖̪͎͎̺̝͓̄̓̒̇̑̂̎̆͆̅̈͗≠̯͉̜͎͈̭̲͌͛͆̈́͋̋͑̊̾͊̏͝=̴̦̦̗̥̟̉́͊̀͒̉́͘͜=̶̎̿̀̄̚͘͜͝=̴̢͇͕͕͓̃̄̉̅͠=̶̡̧̡̛̛̛̥͇̰̪̱͍̘̝̏͊̉ͅ=̷̮̑̄͑=̵̛̪͙̼̔̄̋̏=̷͖̟̓̈́͌͛̚͠͝=̵̨͚̤̟̙̱̺̤̭̮͎̘̫́̈̆͂͂͑̇̈́̈́͂̋̋͊͗͘=̷͎̖̻̰͈͔̩͖̬̈́̓͜ͅ=̶͖͉̬͇̳͌̒̋͜͝≠̡̰̦̘̰͉̳̫̻͉̙̘́̔̀̐̈͗̆̇̂̚̕͜=̷̢̮̩͇̜͖̹͙̱͖͈́̈̀̏̈́̅͑͘̕=̷̢͔͎̗̠͉̾͂̈́͗̔̄̐͒̈́̉͊͋̍͌̀≠̡͚̖̎͊̈́̓≠̢̢̛̹̲͇̾̐̈́̐̃̈̃̀̈́̓=̶̜̮̞͎̀̇͆=̵̝̠̼̳̲̤͎͚̟̠̼̝͉́͛̈́̅̆̄̍̀͝=̶̛̖̬̝̫̂=̵̦̱̍͒͂͘͝=̷̢̭̦͚̜̬̭̺̔̀̌̆́͋̈́̎̀͝≠͍̯̻͕͖̺͎̭̳͊͒̃̓͌̃͒͛̂͠ͅ≠͙͓̻̅̉͑͂͂̀̓͊́≠̠̞͇̹̽ͅ=̶̛͕͈̭͈͔͎̾̏̀͛̋̀ͅͅ=̷̧̱̜̣͔̱͚̝̑͜≠̢͇͓̞͚͇̗̮̰̬̽̐̂͊̐̌̿̇̇͜ͅ≠̨͇̎̊͊=̶̪̯̜̳́̓≠̯̠̿̔̿̌͠͝≠̛̛̲̄̍̒̋̈͂͌̍͘=̶̡̬̥͇̦̬̻̲͇̝̪̼͆͛͐ͅ=̵̻̣̼͇̱̝̍̂͑̋͛̄́͂͠=̴̛̝̝͒̀̈̃̊̀̀̀́͆̌̈͘͝≠̡̝̤̮͕̯̖̻͓̞͔͚̣̟̦̒̊̀̄͋̄̉̎͊̒́̍͊̽͝=̷̢̟̖͕̗̹̑̌͋̈́͒̓͒̐̃͌̃͝͠=̷̖͇̪̗̙͖̦̫̈̇͋̉̓͐͆̌̒̅̇͜͝ͅͅ=̷̧̛͙͕̜͋̽̈́͌͑̅͌̽͘=̵̨̨͈̗͖̝͔̠̜̬̙̪̯̅͑=̵͔̦̮̀͆͗̈́̃̈̌̉̑͠=̵͉̖̲̠͎̝̤̗̰͐=̵̧̢̰̤̰͓̙̬̱͚̠̯͝=̴̢̡̜̺͙͎̘̤͎̜͇͇̱͙̀̊́̀͒ͅ≠̛̞̩̰̣̜̯̟̼͓̙̯̪̎̕͜≠̮̫̪̰͐̋͌̓͒=̵͙͓̱͖͙̹͔̠̰͂̽͜ͅ=̶͓̣̪̺͇́̂̽͜ͅ=̷̢̙̺̺̆̾́=̵̡̻̙͍̖̟͇̫͉̖̹͌̓̍͑̒̈́̈́̎̅̃̓̀͗͗=̵̧̨̗̝̺̟͓̆̔̈́̅̅=̵̺͕̉́̆̂͗͗̒̈́͂͒̐͜=̴̧̛͙͇̞̙̹̙̺̈́̓̂̅͋͛=̷̼͈̳̱̹̥̼͙͓͈̥͗̑̅≠̛̖͍̙̙̬̈́̿́͐̂͛̉=̵̨͍̪̞̲̰̔̋͊͊̀̀͋͐̾́̈́̕=̵̝̻͔̪̞͇̮́̽͋̊̆̑͑͛ͅ=̷̧̢̨̛̮̙̹̗̅̍͐̈́̃̐̓͂̆̀̀̐̏͝=̶̢̢̖͍͉̙̭̻̣̣̰̜̞̅̐̅́̏̀́̏̄̚͘̚͠͠ͅ=̵̢̡̢̬̪̺̠̲̹̞̠̝̇̀͋͋̎̈́͜=̵̧̨̹͚̮͚̙̫͇̗̞̬̝̯̾̈́=̵̨̜̻̜̠̦̰̳̥̠̫̀͑̐̌̈́̈́͠=̴̛̰̹̓̃̿́͑̄̆=̵̨̛̬̐̾̎̆̽͛=̴̧̮̳̺̮̠̮͍̼͙̜̖̭̜̈͛̋̐̽̓̕=̶̡̢͙͚̟͓̜̬̫͇̫̤̝̻̹̄͐̔̐̍͂̀̂̓͒̅̽́͠=̵̧̧̡͎̙̰͙̥̯̙͈̲͔̝̌̆̅̿̆̇̈́́͋͂̑=̵̫̭͍̘̲͉͖̭̻̝̣̑̿̑̍̔͆̿͜=̶̯̪̃̅́̿̒̒̈́̚≠̨̡̢̨̙̱͈̦͇̝̲́͆͋̄̃͑̍̔̐̃̄̀͝ͅ=̵̖͙̰̅̔́͂̋͝=̴̧̧̛͇̲͕̜̞͖̘̮̀̏̈͂̈́̇ͅ=̴̛̘͍͍͓͓̼̈́͐̈́͐̿͑̆̌̀̆̍̉̚̕=̷̡̛̙̮̋̊̊̏̈̉̏̇̋͘̕ͅ=̶̡̨̧̝̠̯̞̙̌̀̐̽̄̃̆͒͂̎̐͛̊̕͝=̴̢͚͚̬͓́̀̄̑̀͒̚͜=̵̜̥͈̭͙̣̓̒̐͛́̑̄̆́̍͘=̶̲͈̮̃̈́̈̎̿͘͝=̶̧̜̱̭̞͓͍̖̟̄͑͋̊̉̒̌̉͜ͅ=̶̬̟̰͖̮̲̬̲͔̘̟̘̼̗̃̌͊͊≠̢͈̼̟̺̳̱̩̱̭̜͚̠̌̋̀̉̍̏̓̑̕͜≠̳͋̂̒̓͗̉͒̿̎͆̚=̴̨̨̛̰̜͇̼̤̲̥̟͖̗̓̆͊̃̈́̋͆̚̕͝≠̡̰̄̇̄̍̑̔̄̀̓̔͒̃̉ͅ≠̨̧̛͉̩͍̟̪̥̝̗̣̖̃̈̌̾̽̏̃̑̀̅̆́͘̕=̷̯̃̓̀̉̌͊͆̓͝͝=̷̨̨͎̥͍̞̞̪͕̻̖͋̈́̾̔̇̽̀̐̎̿̓͝=̴̡̥͔̪͍͉̝͍̝̰̥̓̍͛̽̌͂͐̑̉̚͘͝͝=̶̨̛̰̫͓̟̦̓̂̎͋́̆̈̀=̶͖̠͙̫̮̼͍̬̗͖͔̲̳̭̲̃=̶̢̢̨̜̙̂͊̑͐̑͌̐̅͋̂̉͋̚͜=̶̡̩̤̺͇̯̝̘̦̊̊̂͊̓≠̹͖͈̪̱̹͈̳̠̫̲͓̌͗̎̓͐̑͌̈́̀̓͋̚=̴̨̯͖̂̄̌̀̿͗͂͐̊̕≠̛̛͎͕̬̗̯̗͗̂͌͆=̵̣̟͔̝͗̀̆̈̂̐̒́͗̚̚͜=̷͔͙̩͛̍͗̏̇̀̽̈́̏̕͝=̷̣̪̗̠̠̼̒̈́͐=̵̧̡̻̟̩̥͍̼̋̔̓̕̚͜͝=̷̢̛̋̄͊̂̀͜=̷̨̡̥̞͎͉͔̯̼́͜=̶̨̪͉̻̬̣̖̲̝͈͖̮̲̔͛͆͌̈́̓̆͋͑͐͝͝͝ͅ=̶̡̦̭̫͍͈̘̖̀̈́͐̄̽̈̇̔͆̅̈́̕̕͠͝=̴̡̢̣̣̌͝=̷̢̢̢̜̗̯̩͖͙̣̂͋̊͆͌̓̒̄̔̊́͊͘͘=̷̜̬̞̬̞̭̓̐͋͒̌̄̌̉̓̌͗̄̚͝͠=̵̰̯̿̊͗͗̈́̈́́̓̑͝=̵̧̧̛̪̱̰̖͖͇̤̙̪͓͎̒͒̇͆̈́̈͛͌̍͊͋́͝≠̡̤̫̩͉͈͆́͜͝͝=̶̨̨̡̢̦̞͇̝͔̩̜̗̠͍͇̓̍≠̛̞̱̮̦̲̑̂̽̽̓͋̿́̐́̃͋͝=̵̧͇̞͓̼͍̗̟̤̤̘͍͉͂̐̔̋́̐̉́̋͋̈́̃́̚͝=̷̧̢̢̲͙͇͇̙̹̘̥͙͆̀̉̉̓̋̽͛͘͠=̷̨̙̬̙̤͍̻͕̘̟̭̼̠̹͆̔̄̂́̐͐͛͋̕͜=̷̝̩̤͇͕̗̣̬̯͖̙̩̱̀͂≠̤̲͍̞̬̚͝≠̨̲̖͓̣͔̻̺̺̉̈́̎͆̈́̈͌͌͋̉̅̚͝͝≠̨͈̱̝̮̑͐ͅ=̴̡̨̨͈̭̟̘͍̤̹̥̜̲̘̗̓̍̈́̒́̌̀̈͗̽͑͗͐̃͠≠̢̛̫̜̜̼͖̉͐̍̚͝ͅ=̷̢͈̭̬̳̠̳͈̻̜̼̟̄́̄̕͜͝=̶̙̳͚̝̣̒͆̍̈́̀͆͋̾̚͝͠=̶̡̧͇̙̜͖̥̳̤͋̓͗͂̉́̈́̍̉̀̅͜͝͝≠̛̗͇̺͕̱̖͓̩̥̗̗̓̌̒̀̋̌͊̀̇͆͝=̷̧̧̗̞̭̻̪͂=̴̡̰͔̇͜≠̟̲͙͚̘̥̏̓̓̊̔̍̿̈́̎̀̂͘͘͜≠̨͈̀̿͌=̶̢̛̤͓̼̹̟͇̭̱̫͛͋̉̊̇̈́̅͝=̴̖̭̫̭̦̘̰̹̤̦̼͐=̷̨̳̯̣͈̱̟̲͈̥̅̀͐͜͝=̴̢̯̝̙̪̒͋̄ͅ=̵̧͔͕͖̻͇̿̋̀̇̈́̓̎͗̊̚͝͝͝=̷̙̘̩̤̽́̈̈́̊́͜=̵̻̜͉̓͐̏͌͊̔̐͠≠̥̱̜̊̆̾̍̂̀̀̑̽̎̇͝=̵̧̣̳̦̖̣̺̫̾ͅ=̴̝͍͓͚̩̰͕̳̣̻̹̲̗̖͓̂̐̏͑͂̎̈́=̵̡̣̼̘͉͕̘͇̪̻́̋͋̒̐̃͜ͅ=̴̡̛̱̎̓̇̈̅̈́͝=̴̢̧̛͉̯̫̱͍̻͔̮̩̜̘͓͓̒̄́̀̊̀̕=̵̨̡̝̤͈̼͕̜͉̱̜̱̖̖͝≠̜̟̠̌̈́̀̽͗̓̅̋͛͘=̷̢̡̦̰͙̘̭͇͕̗͎̮̓͐͜=̶̱̪̝̠̰͈͕̉͌͊̉̒̕͝ and lack common human emotions.