>>>cont of: http://www.4binz.org//51 *a influência do novo mundo está se espalhando…* 4 months into this mess… god damn. For the first few days, it was chill. Even going to work was calm, easy and fun. But, one god-forsaken sunday changed everything. The other doctors, most having specialization in something, were sent into the borders for some fucking reason. I was left alone in this… mess of a hospital. The quantity of patients showing up increased drastically. What was only a few minutes of waiting to get yourself diagnosed, or patched up, now took hours, and even days on end. The nurses couldn’t do anything more than help treat the patients themselves, while I was left to diagnose shit. EVEN THOUGH I WASN’T FUCKING CONSCRIPTED FOR THAT Civilians and soldiers were showing up, initially, with only gunshot wounds, but even those were severe. Most that had their bleeding controlled were treated with low-quality gauze, generally ending in catastrophic infections that could even cause death if you were hit in the wrong place. The antibiotics we were supplied with did not help with the infections, rather, accelerating the process. After a while, people started showing up with spontaneous and severe coughing, runny noses, lung obstructions caused by mucus… And then, I realized that shit had gotten too severe. 0200 >be me, 24 >sitting in my camp, preparing my stuff >shit’s bout to go down >I don’t hear much anymore on the military radio, and the local TV station has shut down >got one single day off work, but I haven’t received any messages from the HRs at the hospital >it’s time >finish packing up packing both my backpack and a duffle. >Ever since I got into this mess of a place I could call ‘haven’, I have been buying shit with some of the drug money. >too much shit, to be honest. >a duffle full of meds, supplies, and solar chargers >’military’ gear off of a discounted MILSURP shelf (black PASGT, 4 generic belt pouches, some fucking zipties) >I also got some transmissors, antennas, and chink radios >some would call this idea ‘stupid’, or outright ‘retarded >but I’m thinking about setting up something across the fuckoff gates >this is the best I could come up with >’I’ as in my bar buddies, i’ll miss’em. >go to the car, with everything put onto the backseats >attach the transmissor setup onto the back of the jeep >get onto the driver seat and start the engine >the area around my camp has two roads >one to the west >and one to the south >the south one goes up to a hill, while the west one goes directly to the federal roads >pedal down onto the western road >after a few minutes going down the road, gunfire erupts >different caliber sounds start to stand out in the erupting orchestra >hit the brakes, putting the car into reverse and GTFOing >bullets start whizzing over the treeline, the dense-y vegetation around the road shaking from each bullet passing by >the spot I was moments before gets struck by a fucking propane tank >it fucking stays there, while I painstakingly reverse the old jeep away >after a minute or two, gasses start spewing out of the tank, and it erupts in an explosion >proceed to 180 the jeep and drive the FUCK off eastwards 0230 >the road to the east leads up to a hill crest >once ontop of the hill, i swerve right to take a look at what’s happening from a safe(ish) distance >thousands upon thousands of muzzle flashes lighting up towards the city, explosions everywhere in the sorrounding areas, APCs exploding… >this is hell >step on the pedal, going downhill >the road is curvy, dirty and dimly lit by the moonlight >this is going to be a long time 0300 >been driving in this road for 30 fucking minutes already >the gunfire already has faded, or stopped… I don’t know. >i can’t risk going above 30 km/h or i could fuck up >the GPS is out of signal, and the only thing I remember was seeing this road led to a forest not far away from here >well, shit. 0??? >the road finally curves after… how many hours has it been? >it’s still dark, but… >i can feel an eerie comfy feeling nonetheless >like when you stay up to sunshine and listen to some relaxing music… >god I wish I- >something rapidly blocks the jeep’s lamps for a split second >instinctively swerve right >grab old, ChinkTac ™ flashlight from my backpack >look around, nothing here… >just woods on the left of the road… >and to the right, too… >oh shit.webm >grab both pistols, and lay them in the passenger seat by my side >reverse, and speed down the road >whatever the fuck was that, i’m not risking. 06?? >after an eternity, finally… >sunlight starts to shine through the eerie gloom of the tree leaves >the light-blue skies being covered in light, serene clouds >the slight breeze ruffling through the lowered windshield >my shirt flows through the wind, but lightly attached to my body… >god… the world is so beautiful… >OOoOoOoOA aAHAHha >I snap my head to the road, instinctively shaking myself >the road is straightforward, just a big line… >wait, what? >i fucking step on the breaks, bringing one of the pistols up to scan around >the sun hasn’t fully risen yet, many parts of the road are still dark >when I look back, the road seems curvy, and low quality >what the fuck >look to the trees to try and find the source of the oooo >no monkey in sight… >why did I come here? >the treeline is obscured by the lack of light >nothing is to be seen, anywhere… >except a rock to the left… >it is curvy, shiny but rugged >perfectly balanced onto the groun- >i better get the fuck out of here >pedal on the metal, driving with the pistol in hand >I instinctively grabbed the trusty .38 by accident 20~-? minutes later >finally bright enough to see around me >the road is made of dirt, with pebbles scattered between randomly >the woods are made of eucalyptus with some thicker trees sprinkled seemingly at random, the pleasant aroma sufficing in the early morning >the treeline covers sight to other parts most of the times around the road with seemingly no stop in sight, with some deviations in terrain giving glimpses of the sorroundings of the forest >finally, with the brightness available, i stop for a quick second to check up on some things >the radio equipment is still neatly organized in a pack, resembling those squad leaders use in war. >my backpack is neatly secured to the passenger seat, and the dufflebag full of supplies is laying on the passenger leg area >seems like that thing didn’t touch shit... >everything is still in their respective places >i press on the pedal, following the long road ahead. Later that day… >slowly park on the right side of the road, looking at the sky >the sun’s position is slightly to the left… >or to the right? >i can’t tell >it’s either 1 PM or 11 AM >I open my backpack zipper, searching it’s insides for my compass >i feel around idiotic amounts of tuna cans, even more than I packed… >take a look inside, finally finding it >grabbing an old plastic compass stuffed beneath some cans of tuna and a hygiene kit >i toggle the latch holding the compass together, the compass opening as if there’s spring tension >the insides of the compass point the road to the south >look up, trying to find the time… >from what it seems, it’s 1 PM >look again at the compass, but this time it points the road towards SE >...what the fuck >after a while driving, the road comes to a curve on top of a deforested hill >the sun is almost setting, the atmosphere being in a nice tone of orange-red in the sky >sitting right on the top said hill, there’s a rock >a big, round, shiny but rugged roc- >wait >the surroundings of the rock being completely clear of any obstructions >seems like the hill is cleanly built to just accommodate the rock… >i drive up to the side of the road where the rock is on, carefully disembarking the jeep to see it from up close with my airgun in hand… >it is really, really similar to the one I saw before… >it’s pattern resembles a quartz stripe >the ones you put in your bathroom… >i get closer, reaching out my hand to touch said rock… >closer… >clooser… >cl-closer... >the tip of my fingers touch the rock >it’s as smooth as a marble >the engravings engraved into the rock don’t even affect the smoothness… >wait what >i fucking jinx my hand away from the rock >I SWEAR I FUCKING SAW IT GLOW >i hold my pellet gun closely, darting to the jeep >i jump into the driver’s seat and BTFO >the night has already settled… >god, what the fuck was that? >the rock… i swear to fucking god… >this isn’t fucking right, at all. >i look around the forest while driving >trying to look inside of the darkness between the trees… >the eerie eucalyptus trees covering the entire landscape >if more light would go through those, it’d be as bright as day. >the pleasant smell of… freshness being emanated from those trees >the dark road ahead being made of red dirt, not moved for decades upon end. >pebbles constantly get thrown around when the jeep zips past them >the moonlight is barely seen, the thick eucalyptus covering most of the beautiful display of the cosmos out there >but... nothing can be seen >even though I feel i’m being watched…. >fuuuuuck… >I take a quick glance at my jeep’s interior >something inside the car is emitting a small light… >still driving, i focus on looking for what’s emitting the light >I scan around the backseats, but the thing isn’t there. >i take a glance over to the passenger seat beside me >the barely visible light with some clothing apparel laid over it >my pellet gun… >i see something in the corner of my eye moving quickly >i quickly turn my head, barely seeing it jump in front of the jeep >aaAH SHIT- >ow… my fucking head… >i slowly rise my head from the driving wheel, the horn not being blasted for hours being a miracle >my jeep’s… intact? >it’s nicely parked in an angle from the road >the surroundings being… very clear? >morning has already arrived hours ago >i look around inside the jeep >what the fuck…? >my pellet gun is… glowing with various symbols >it’s nicely laid on the jeep’s internal side >the raggedy mess of clothes that laid ontop of it carefully and neatly folded up tightly >the backseats are neatly organized, and my various equipment being carefully laid around >i check my own self… >the PJs I was wearing are magically clean, my puffer vest getting a nice gloss being reflected from it… >my belt being worn over my PJs, with pouches and kits attached to it neatly… >i never figured out how to attach the stuff I bought >even my pistol is in my holst- >OH SHIT >i take off the belt, and lift up my PJ pants >oh ok it’s fine >nothing has been touched there >i got myself worried for a second >but… what the fuck? >i look around again, the morning light gracefully passing through the eucalyptus in the forest surrounding me >birds are chirping, flowers are blooming… >was that all just a big nightmare? >i- no, it isn’t… >i better stop thinking about it. >I put my belt back on, and grab my pellet gun with a few pellets, inspecting it >it’s fucking glowy. GLOWY. >what the hell, man… >some weird symbols faintly emit a purple light from the carbine >it’s trippy to look, even… >you know what? i’m going to test this. >I grab a single lead pellet, cock the gun, and load it. >I put an empty tuna can on the other side of the street >bring up the pellet gun to my shoulders, aim and squeeze the trigger slowly... >what was supposed to be a tad bit loud, but pleasant POP >turns into a loud-as-shit crack >as if the lead is going supersonic, beyond the sound barrier… >holy shit >the tuna can doesn't even budge, a .22 hole being perfectly drilled into the middle >i didn’t calibrate the aim of this, holy shit… >it’s p e r f e c t >I lay the carbine back at its place, as well as the lead drum, and go collect the tuna can. >I wouldn’t leave something here, in this shit… >it’s already weird as it is, and it would be even weirder if I had a fucking tuna can following me. >get on car, revving up engine >this has been...weird, but nice today I guess... >ACTUALLY, YOU KNOW WHAT? >there’s… something out there >and i’d like to have it on better terms… >oh yeah >open backpack, skimming through the neatly packed and organized materials >grab a bit of medical tape, a pen, and some gauze >tape a bit of gauze onto a can of delicious, cancerous fish >draw a heart onto it >leave the full tuna can in the place the car was parked, with the small heart side up >drive away, sighing in relief >look at the sky >the sun, now to the right, seems like it’s directly ontop of me >nearing lunchtime >too bad i didn’t bring sunscreen >stop for a bit in the edge of the road, near the trees >open my backpack’s zipper, and start fiddling through some stuff >tuna cans, drybags, plastic boxes >finally found it >i take out a small soundbox >one of those famous zoomer ones that were expensive back in the day >small, cylindrical, and has a big bang to it. >i hook it’s cable to my cellphone, and insert a thumbdrive into it >it’s label is “CLÁSSICAS DO BAR ZEZÉ” >the barman at the place i used to spend hours in with my buds gave me this one after I told him what i was going to do >he didn’t even ask anything in return, he just gave me this pen-drive with some of his favourite songs >the guy had a fine taste of music, and he oftenly gave me and the buds discount on our cheap-ass beers >fuck, i wish i stayed there instead of this endless driving… >cracking an old one, laughing with the men.. >damn it. >i press play, as I start speeding up onto the semi-clean dirt road >the low tune hymns, the classical violin strokes... NOW PLAYING: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfrpOhC6858&ab_channel=JorgeBenJor >i finally reach a clearing, in beetween of this seemingly endless fucking forest >holy fucking shit, now that I think about it… >what the fuck is going on? >that fucking rock, the endless creeping woods around >random animal sounds where there is nothing to be seen, this eerie feeling of both loneliness and uncertainty >i COULD set up shop here, but… >I FEEL that this isn’t a good place >i shouldn’t be here. >i proceed to turn the jeep to the left, parking in this clearing >small grass covers the red-earth dirt below me, as this seemingly unnatural clearing gives a good view of my surroundings >small hills, with other dirt roads in them, along with more woods. >but… the wood varies with each road? >like, i distinctively can see the lush green foliage that’s prevalent in the amazon… >also the fucking swampy hellhole of the southeast >jesus fucking christ, i should’ve turned around in that entrance… >is this what the portals lead to? to endless spots of fucking nothingness? >god, i should’ve thought this better. >to break the mood, i decide to stay around here for a few moments >lay my sharkskin jacket on the ground, serving as sort of a tarp? >i’m saving the actual shit for setup >i open up my backpack, once again >look inside it, and grab a can of tuna out of… >a seemingly infinite stack of tuna cans? >i try reaching my hand down, without looking >can’t reach the bottom of the backpack, but when I look inside it seems like my arm is just cramped under some tuna cans >good lord >along with the tuna can, I open a pack of biscuits >set them aside, and grab my small alcohol spiritburner >along with a small metal bottle full of ethanol and my trusty canteen mug >i pour some ethanol into the spiritburner, and light it up with my zippo >the flame is practically invisible , but I can feel it moving and flowing along the breeze >I put my canteen mug over it, filling it halfway with water >while waiting for the water to get near-boiling, i sit back and look around >this is bad, but at least i can worry about nothing for a few moments. >as i’m enjoying the food, a little parakeet lands onto the ledge of my jeep >the bird is bright blue, with a few write stripes running down on it’s wings >it looks down at the biscuit pack >i relent, and slowly raise my hand to it with a small biscuit nugget >the bird chirps happily, as it reaches to my hand to grab the biscuit piece >but, before it grabs the piece, i hear a loud squawk a bit far away >look up, before noticing anything I see a massive fucking shape plunging down onto me >fucking jump forwards, knocking my almost done coffee onto my jacket and the spiritburner sideways >the massive being fucking clamps down where I was a moment ago with it’s massive talons… >it isn’t a bird… >quickly raise my holstered pistol, firing a shot at it *POW* >the sound fucking blasting my eardrums, as it sends a loud boom through the forest >I see the massive being look at me as I depress the trigger, instead of having a bird head it has a… face of a woman? >it instinctively jumps right as the bullet hits it’s leg, the face of the monstrosity screaming with fear >the bullet passes through the leg tumbling, falling onto the dirt road infront of me >what the fuck is this? >i depress the light trigger of the pistol again, but this time it fucking flies upwards >the bullet whizzes past the giant thing, the shockwave of it sending a few feathers aloof >it’s gonna fucking lunge again >I get up, deep staring at the being… >it’s a woman, but with fucking massive wings instead of arms and sharp bird-like legs... >OH GOD >before I can come to a conclusion, it starts diving towards me again >blood steaming through the air like an agricultural plane >i jump behind my jeep, and the thing hits the windshield head-first >the surprisingly resistant glass cracking, as it tries flying yet again >the jeep’s front is covered in feathers and some blood, and before it can rise up again I point my pistol at it again… *BANG* >my eardrums shake as the deafening sound of a handheld explosion sends another bullet through the air >it feels like i’m in slow-motion, as the small copper-jacketed piece of metal cracks at supersonic speeds and hits the bird in it’s stomach >the thing just plops down to the earth, just like if you cut a line from a kite >right in the field i’m parked in >walk to the bird feeling a bit dizzy from the loud sounds >there it lays in the ground, covering the nearby grass in a gel-y coat of blood. >it isn’t what I think it is, right…? >my hearing returning to normal, I hear the harpy whimpering and… swearing in english? “aaaahHAAaa…. why….” >i sit down nearby the harpy, looking at it >she looks at me with looks of both fear and regret >the small parakeet lays on top of the harpy’s chest, chirping sadly in seeing it. >blood drips out of the harpy’s stomach, as it whimpers faintly >it’s dark-brown wings clenching in visible pain “h-haaaalp…” >fuck. ‘I-...’ >I better get this shit out of its misery >I unsheathe my knife and contemplate… >it’s eyes dilate while looking at the knife, gagging on what’s about to come… >I sigh and look away, as I plunge the short knife in the harpy’s heart. >the chest area offering no resistance, as the swedish steel pierces through with ease >the harpy shrieks and screams, shaking and flapping its wings around the dirt >eventually, the screams cut short as the now lifeless body falls limp… >i turn my head around, to see the parakeet staring intensely at me. >the harpy’s head shows an expression of pure fucking suffering, it’s mouth and eyes wide open. >I slowly remove the knife from the harpy, a blood pattern seemingly embroiled into the cold, hard steel. >my hearing, after all that firing and screams, returns to normal. I can faintly hear the jeep’s music… NOW PLAYING: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0YB1d5v5LY&ab_channel=GeorgeKaplan >i slowly move my bloodied hand to grab the parakeet softly, and set it on my shoulder >it offers no resistance whatsoever, and it just sits in my shoulder staring at the dead harpy >the lifeless body of the harpy continues bleeding, as the grass all around the clearing starts to turn red >start getting up, but... >I... >I killed that thing. I don’t even know what it was going to do… >Am I a monster? I killed those two cops before without a single feeling, but… >this? this hits different >both my parent’s deaths were at my hand, and... >i kneel down, putting my hands at my face >why the fuck did I do all this… why did I come here? >I killed too many people already… god help me >tears start running down my face slowly, as i clench onto my face >aaaaaaaahahaaaaaaaaa fuuuuuuuuuuuck >I hear the parakeet slowly chirping… >am sorry. Next day… >wake up in the back of my jeep >everything packed up and ready. >i stick a few harpy feathers I got from that encounter onto my helmet with a piece of cloth tape >the right side of my windshield is entirely cracked, with feathers stuck between the wipers and inside of the jeep, with the blood being wiped off by me. >i’m not going to bother removing them right now, i better get the fuck out of here >the grass all around is stained red, except the small spot where my coffee was dropped >the parakeet is sitting on my passenger seat >sleeping comfily on top of my now coffee-stained jacket >I dug a ditch for the harpy, to at least give it a sort of civilized end. >nothing fancy, but at least she’s probably sleeping in either hell or heaven now. >rev up the jeep, getting off of this god-forsaken place Later that day… >it’s nearing nightfall >been driving straight for the entire day after...that. >the sun is still bright, but the sky is slowly turning into that afternoon orange. >the parakeet has just been chilling in my jacket. >even biting at it trying to eat the coffee stains >I, however, am not doing so well. >that shit hit me right in the fucking heart, man. >I killed some stuff, so little yet… so much? >that fucking harpy, those cops… >now that I think of it, they might not have anything bad in their intentions… >the cops might just wanted to check if I paid for the fuel… >the harpy? i don’t know… maybe she was the one who ate the tuna? >I don’t fucking know anymore. I want to get out of here. >the slowly-darkening road follows up to another hill >as I drive over it, i see… >another rock. >I sigh, knowing sort of what is going to happen. >I park near the rock, and get off. >the rock glows a slight purple in between it’s marble cracks, with red flashing. >the grass around it is in a crimson red color, as it flows through the breeze >but, on top of the rock… >there’s an opened tuna can. >i come near, inspecting the can >it’s the same one I left before, and it has been perfectly opened. >the heart, instead of being on the outside, is neatly laid inside the lead can. >I faintly smile, as I lay it down onto the red grass. >looking around, I notice the forest is… cut short? >the dirt road un-naturally connects to a very well-maintained asphalt street >I look back onto the rock, resting my hand onto it. >it feels warm, and welcoming. I don’t know if I’ll miss this or be thankful this is over… >it’s been a bad ride. >I grab one of the feathers that were in the jeep and put it into the tuna can. >I hope this thing that helped me before will do well, i guess... >maybe it was the harpy? i don’t know. >I just wish I hadn’t met anything here, honestly… >sigh >get back onto the jeep, the parakeet sitting on top of my fucked windshield staring at that rock >I guess my little buddy will miss this too. >accelerate towards the end of the forest >it’s been a wild fucking trip… >the moment I go onto the asphalt, i feel a dizziness hit me >the feeling of regret, sorrow and loneliness is just… gone? >I look back, and… >the forest isn’t there >I- >I’m not even going to question this anymore. >check up on my GPS >it shows that… I'm near my old city? >it’s approx. 20 km away, but… >I wasn’t even trying to get here. >I look around, the landscape that once was a dream place for farming has now turned on its axis. >landscapes, once blooming with green pastes now shredded and turned into something you would see in Hill 875 >crops turned into charred, colorless dust >bovines that once happily and aimlessly ate and wandered these lands burned into a crisp, with mud and burnt flesh exposed from their still half-rotting carcasses >horses that once patrolled the hills of these outskirts capsized, becoming lost into the endless sea of mud >trees that made this place so special, lively and good? all of them have turned their leaves red and had their trunks bastardized with chunks falling off periodically >the only thing untouched is the road ahead >i should’ve stayed in that forest… >but i know what I have to do >this place is fucked, and the only way out is through the shit that brought this in here god help me. NOW PLAYING: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUjOfsoBhMY&ab_channel=mariaperdida >as the jeep moves on forward, relentlessly >i look around the landscape, the condition of the plains worsening as each kilometer passes >the parakeet, still by my side, looks at its surroundings flabbergasted >the old tax booth, the small city neighboring mine? >most of the buildings were torn apart by an incredible force. >the tax booth that intercepted the road leading to my city has had it’s gas-station like cover ripped apart and thrown a few meters away >Each individual cabin had it’s roof removed, and the glass windows had all been obfuscated by a deep color of red. >the roads onwards to the city have had their yellow, white, and black stripes scratched away, with a red trail of blood spots taking their place >And oh god, the stench. >it smells like if you died in your toilet and were left there for months upon end, with all your body liquefying into a horrible mess of hair, putrid slosh, and fat >the darkness of the time slowly glooming, obfuscating the mess of a place this has become >and then, when I go over the final hill before I can take a glance at my city... >good lord,it’s horrible. >the last slithers of sun disappear into the big, blue atmosphere up above >the sky is pitch black, and some kind of illumination doesn't let the stars appear >on top of the hill, I grab a pair of old-japanese binoculars that my dad gave me as inheritance >the lens, made in the 70’s, magnified and let me see all the fucking mess that unfolded onto my eyes >the once shining-bright, modern city that sprawled kilometers upon end >has had it’s middle changed into a fucking crater >and from said crater, a blue light flickers methodically, shining bright into the night sky. >public lighting that shined in the dark sky has been turned into… makeshift torches? >tons of houses have been wrecked apart, with many LED panels from the many, many stores all huddled together onto one of the biggest things the city has: >the Christ >it’s face has been beaten off, and in its place someone put one of the fast food mascot faces >the sprawling arms, of the once all-pardoning saint of modern times have been torn off, with hundreds of LED wires coming down from the stubs >and, in its head, there is a giant fucking ice-cream cartoon >oh god, what the fuck happened… >my thoughts are cut short when I manage a bunch of footsteps on both sides of the road over the loud bursting of the engine >i grab my guns, holstering them and loading them respectively, covering my ears with some cheap woolen earmuffs i have for winter >and stuff my .38 into my puffer’s pocket >i shift the gear forwards, cover my parakeet under a piece of cloth that I had >and turn on the car headlights NOW PLAYING: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Q8VNoMzKkw&ab_channel=Alcione-Topic >the quick light rays spread onto the road ahead of me >tall, chunky and furred creatures stand with various assortments of ripped clothing apparel seemingly bolted onto their torsos, walking with painful and tired postures… >and their heads aren’t human. >waves, upon waves, of them. >the radio on the jeep blasts out a echo-y tune and lyric >and, as they hear this, they speed up the walking. >i pull out my PT-92 with my right hand, keeping my left hand on the steering wheel >and I fucking kick in the pedal >“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” are the only things that come out of quickly-deteriorating throat >i put my finger skills to the test, as the kick of the acceleration sending everything close to the seats *BANG* *BANG* *BANG* >the loud handheld explosions wave through my eardrums, but this is it. >the jeep RAMS into a line of them, and doesn't stop. >screams that are more ear-fucking than the gunshots ripple through the devastated hills >bones crack more often than the actual engine revs >each shot fired, one of these hellish and decrepit beings drops >and another one takes its place >quickly, my pistol runs out of ammo >i let go of my driving wheel, but not from the pedal >i throw a mag under the seat of my jeep, and pull out another one from the puffer >i drop the slide, pulling up my glock too >all while the jeep climbs, climbs, and climbs mounts of dead >some of them hitting through the windshield, and going over my head by centimeters >shards of glass plick open my face, or that's what I think >i don’t care right now. >the furball gets worse, and worse, and worse… >the jeep almost grinding to a halt… >my ammunition depleting rapidly... >until it clears up >the jeep speeds through the hellish beings still left on the sides of the car, like a boat speeding through a wave >and I see it, a bit far away >the hypermarket. https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/550409202582159398/753142320358096910/unknown.png?width=546&height=230 >i pull together the small strength that I still possess to curve towards hypermarket >the seemingly unstoppable wave of degenerative creatures getting rapidly left behind, as their slow walking bodies tumble around like dominoes >I pull up to the gate leading access to the market >I proceed to hammer the closed, padlocked gate in with the fury of 1970’s motorcrafts >with little control I still have over this, i ram the jeep into the glass covering the store entrance and hammer the brakes, killing the engine in the process >i take a look to check on myself… >deep cuts, glass shards stuck onto my forearms, and my left arm is torn open like a dog bit through it… >miraculously not panicking, i sluggishly grab one of the tourniquets from my kits and use it on my left arm >but, where the parakeet once was, there is a big claw mark >motherfuckers… >i step out of the jeep, going over to one of the cashier places and hitting a button under it >all of the bright-white lights turn on, and all of the glass and entrances are covered by a falling metal rolldoor >I stumble towards an empty shopping cart, and load up my backpack and my meduffle onto the cart >as I walk around the store in the fastest speed I can pushing the cart, I grab toilet paper, copious amounts of rubbing alcohol and strong liquor bottles >i start throwing the liquor bottles at the steel rolldoors, coating them and the ground with shitty alcohol >i pour gasoline all around the cashier area, and throw copious amounts of rubbing alcohol onto the floor near the doors >i then go back to the middle of the store, sitting down, and opening my medbag. >i roll tightly bandage all around the wounds, while brutally removing the glass shards from my shoulders and face >then, i throw rubbing alcohol around. aAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaAWDHUAWFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK >the seething reality drops in, as the rubbing alcohol makes contact with my flesh wounds >the stinging burn from the alcohol forcing my jaws to lock in, almost breaking my teeth. >after a few seconds, the pain alleviates and i stumble upwards >I grab my pack of lead, my remaining ammo, and load everything. >I crack the pellet gun open, and the pressure of the spring is almost too much to my stumbling arm, but i keep on forward >I slot one last pellet into it, closing the gun with sadness. >both my pistols are loaded, and in their last mags >I then open up my backpack to grab my zippo, and grab a roll of toilet paper >I lay them by my side, and grab one last can of tuna >I go over to my beaten-up car, and skip the song that was playing >now playing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lU8j7lj4RdU&ab_channel=NelsonCavaquinho-Topic >as I finish the last can of tuna, the banging starts >the steel rolldoors start getting punched in by a volume of giant rats >each second, a new mark getting punched into the doors >faces, heads, feet, butts… you name it. >i hold up my toilet paper roll in my right hand >with the little force I still possess with my left hand, i open up the zippo and flip it open >leaning against the heavy shopping cart, i have a moment to think… >was this all worth it? abandoning my home, my hope, and searching for a far-flung place a place that wasn’t even worth seeking out for leaving my parents, pets, and family for dead so irresponsible of me… Then, leaving the place I so seeked to go on another deviltrip. passing through some weird shit, encountering a mystical being that... i killed in cold-FUCKIN’ BLOOD.,... THEN TAKING SHORT CARE OF IT’S PET, THEN LOSING IT SHORTLY AFTER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, WHY DID I COME HERE FUCKING SHIT but, atleast, i’ll die in blazing glory. and god help me. >the gates burst open with demonical screeches >i place the lit flame of my zippo on the toilet paper, and then throw it. >the roll tumbling across the air, then landing ontop of a pool of alcohol >within moments, the crisp-white wet floor engulfs in holy fire >the screeches turn into screams >lit faggots running through the holes in the steel rolldoors >tumbling, shaking, and hitting various aisles with their idiotic and fruitless rampage >i weakly pull my pellet gun from the cart and shoot in their general direction one last pellet >the sonic crack being echo-ed in the entire supermarket >the lead pellet glows a red-mist, and it ricochets off a metal aile and hits one of them right in the eye >it falls down, gracefully in it’s burning degenerate carcass. >I lay the pelletgun aside, pulling out my glock >taking shots at their general direction with ear-blasting results 10...11...12...13… 14… 15… 16… 17... >the pistol slide holds open, and i toss it to the side >i then pull up the other pistol, and fire in their general direction again >each bullet, hopefully hitting… >i don’t even count this time, and just throw it at them when the ammo runs out >i, finally, open my puffer vest pocket and slide out the .38 >i carefully aim at a few burning ones running at me >and I fire one… >two… >three… >four… >five… >and on the sixth one, i lower my gun >appreciating the carnage and the mess unfolding upon my eyes >rats, desperate for fresh meat, running at my direction regardless if their skin is melting or not >the fire burns out, and they start running towards me focusedly >i slowly put my revolver to my chin >cock the hammer >and chuckle . . . >all I feel is just a harsh, quick pressure >when the entire world… goes bright. >i… am not dead? >the lights of the store, and the communist-red flames of the burning alive skaven becoming neon-y. >just like a gay strip club... >i look at my hand, the nitty gritty details of a failed furfag attack slowly withering away, becoming gloomy… maybe too gloomy. >the shallow cuts, bruises, stuck fur and dirtiness being slowly de-focused >my slither of energy that remained growing larger >everything looks… cartoon-y? >what in the everloving drugfuck is this >stumbling skaven, once tirelessly running towards me, gradually freeze in the air >get up, feeling the slow-but-urgent feeling to go outside >all the pain, wounds, decrepitness… gone. >initially stumbling forwards, i gain momentum step by step >store shelves, filled to the brim with varied products and labels, washing away into generic vasings >this is not right… >pass through, slowly, through all the decrepit beings >just looking at them fills me with fucking sorrow >each one I pass through, their eyes lock onto me >like they’re still there… but at the same time they aren’t. >suddenly, i feel a sharp weight on my waist >one of my radios, that I left in the truck, is just… there? >while walking through the gazing skaven, i turn on the knob on the chinkesium radio >radio interference, as the radio unbeknowingly skims through frequencies >still need to walk a while to the metal rolldoors >as I get closer to the exits, i glance at my jeep >beaten up sheet metal, cracked glass, bloody seats >surprisingly, it hasn’t changed one bit from before >the radio slowly picking up a faint musical beat >a mixture between shitty funk beats and good brazilian rhythms… >getting better, better, and better the closer I get to the doors >i push a rat away from one of the holes they made, and go through >the same moment, the radio stops playing music >a TV interference sound, with faint chanting voices in between >the moon glares at me from the outside parking lot >flashes of light come from the surrounding mountains, revealing titanic beings hidden from view >i barely manage to realize what it is >two humanoid shapes, close to each other… with gaping holes in their bodies >one tall monster, with it’s torso cracked open the middle… >one smaller monstrosity, with it’s torso fucked also… >and something flying high up, seemingly touching the moon… >WHY ARE THEY HERE? >WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON >AM I CURSED TO DOOM? IS THIS WHAT HELL LOOKS LIKE? >i hope I don’t meet leticia here >fucking bitch >i hope she rides satan’s and doomed to eternal suffering >getting cut short, i feel massive steps on the road leading up to the parking lot gates >and, a sharp pain spikes me in the abdomen >clutching over, i put my left hand where it is… >and feel my .38. >the steps getting bigger, stronger, and louder >the once-frozen still skaven start walking out of the market >squeezing through holes like it’s no worry >open up my pocket, and pull it out >all of the bullets are gone, except one single chamber >open the cylinder, and removing the cartridge from it >it’s made of shitty lead, just like the original bullets this came with… >but, something’s wrong. >looking at the case closely, i notice something >a small, blood-red heart is engraved onto the casing’s body like small pixels in a game >and, as i put it back into the revolver, the noise reveals itself >an immense, hulking and manly body comes into my view from the road on the left >looking directly at me, with it’s pyramid head >rust, blood, and everything falling off of it >no, no no no. This is not normal. >and, on the right side, another one bursts through the other padlocked gate >the skaven bow onto their feet, and get crushed by doing so >both look intently at me, ignoring anything else… >wake up, wake up. >WAKE UP. WAKE UP. >W A K E. U P . >i feel my hand putting the revolver onto my head, once more >ending up staring the barrel i try to control it, but to no avail >slowly, the trigger is depressed >the cylinder rotates >and, as the figures get close >the hammer falls down. >i jump up from the jeep’s seat, panicked in my surroundings >looking up, i see the parakeet glancing down from my helmet >petting it, i look around the bright sunny plains >the jeep in the same, exact, spot I left the forest >but, from hellish landscapes, the following environment is filled with blooming flowers, healthy trees and grass that looks delicious even to me. >bovines walk around the pastes, and horses trot around the hills around the road >behind me, a road leading up to Rio >fuck no. >was it all a dream? >no, not a dream… a nightmare. >the pain, feelings and sorrow >all that looked too real… >are phantoms of my mind. >my pistols are loaded, holstered, the pellet gun is by my side and everything is in place >i switch on the jeep’s radio/mp3 player >the pen drive that ye olde gave me still plugged in >i press play, and the same familiar, yet different, tunes come up… NOW PLAYING: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=alUnWyBBSi0&ab_channel=JorgeBenJor-Topic >slowly accelerating, the neighboring city that was destroyed is just… overgrown. >windows, towers, and houses all have various kinds of leaves growing from them >the old tax booth has it’s traffic stoppers up, with cynical amounts of junglenigger ropes from them >going up the hill, that once tormented me, is soothing and relaxing. >the city is there… no. MY city is there. >blood doesn't run down the streets, the christ isn’t fucked upon disbelief, and buildings aren’t leveled. >it is just normal… and comfy as always. >the jeep continues moving forward fast >nearing the city, the hypermarket’s right there. >the bright yellow turned into a decadent mush of green >before continuing on, I decide to make a stop to stock up >pulling up the gate, i notice it’s open wide >the store windows smashed, and vines growing everywhere >pull up the jeep to the parking lot, checking my current supplies >all my tuna cans are… still here? >what the fuck >by now i should’ve ran out of- >i’m not going to question this bullshit. >my water supply is almost running out >condiments are, too, almost decadent >and fuel… >i take a look at the fuel meter of the jeep >and, the fuel gauge shows 100% >...jesus christ. >after checklisting everything I need to grab, i proceed to grab a shopping cart and go through one of the broken windows >shelves, upon shelves of items untouched >a few cans thrown here and there, and rice packs cut open and dumped into the floor >seems like this place was the victim of a… >RAT ATTACK! >chuckle to myself, as I move on. >grab one good jug of bleach, some random assortment of candy bits and pieces, cooking oil, a sack of rice. >real nice, simple, but expensive shit. >grab a few bottles of the most high-quality alcohol, too. >since everything is pretty much free, i better take advantage. >as i’m walking out of the store with a super-small shopping cart full >i come up with another plan >leave the cart near my jeep, and run back into the store with my .38 in hand >near the ‘entrance’, there is a small protected cabinet with big cigarette packs in it >fucking jackpot >hold my .38 by the barrel, and fucking SMASH that protected glass in >the shitty favela metal holding up, and not even having a scratch left on the gun >i grab a small plastic bag and start hammering cigar packs into it >my jeep probably will not have enough space for everything i’m grabbing >but fuck it >with a plastic bag almost breaking from the amount of shit crammed into it >i throw it onto the passenger seat leg area >the other things almost overflowing my jeep’s space >i hop onto the jeep, and follow the road into the city >the quickly-degrading asphalt shows a clear path inside >houses, small buildings and businesses seem to all be stable, but just with unwanted greenery on them >quickly, i drive on the same, familiar hill. >near the top, my old house sits there with it’s gate burst in. >just like before. >I hoped i’d never come here again, but… >i don’t know if i’ll make it back out of this one. >I sit there >with the car stopped in the middle of the hilly road, looking at the house >all of the memories, both happy, maddening, and sad >have been made in this specific construction >god, i’m gonna miss this bad. >what god-forsaken lands out there that await me? >they aren’t going to replace this comfy feeling. >the comfy feeling of knowing your surroundings ever since you were born >the comfy feeling of coming home, just to have the same, old, but comforting sight upon your entrance >fuck, man. >I sigh, taking a deep breath >i gotta move on. >no time to get up there and be sad. >all that happened? happened. >let’s go. >at the top of the hill, i take a stop for a second >i look around, trying to find anything unusual in the city >flashy things, obnoxious stone structures, fucking things that shouldn’t be there… >there is half of the city missing, nothing much >a lot of stores have massive, gaping holes in their ceiling >and some houses have had their doors punk'd open >god, i won’t find anything unusual from up here… >i’ll have to go into the hell zone. >the city center. >going down the hill, i swerve to the first left available >the following street has a trail of blood, leading up to the city center >fuck.jpeg >i proceed to follow the trajectory to the city center >trying to ignore the blood stains in the street >softly gripping my PT92 >the roads lead up to a curved viaduct, over some train tracks >the small, 80’s jeep painlessly goes over the viaduct >until i reach midway, and look down >a fucking train got derailed >god, i thought these tracks were abandoned…. >wait, something’s moving inside it. >banging on the main cabin door >i stop the jeep, and watch it >after a few minutes, the door flies open with a hellish screech >so bad, that infact, the sleeping parakeet wakes up and fucking flies away in an instant >and, one of those beings walked out… >oh god. >the same beings my parents became >oh fuck. >the creature runs up to one of the viaduct poles, likely hearing my jeep’s engine >and starts monching on the hard concrete >this isn’t going to be fun… >i step on the accelerator, going down the viaduct onto the main highway >driving along the cracking asphalt, i can’t bear but notice some buildings are missing >like, seriously. >there was supposed to be an university building he- *AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA* >OH GOD >MORE OF THEM >i hear more screams, coming down both sides of the highway >accelerate at lightspeeds(50km/h) down the highway without looking back, until I reach the edge of the crater >as soon as I reach the edge of the large, kilometer-reaching crater, I finally notice what caused all of this… >a single, upmost, stone structure that glows blue in the middle of the crater. >really. >a fucking stone bootleg arch, brought something that sent this place to hell. >I thought it’d be like, a masterfully constructed thing like the stonehenge. >but my trail of thought is interrupted by more screeches, now coming from down the highway I came >and I overcome my fears and take a look back… >a line of people >with their bodies split in half, forming a giant mouth >all coming at me slowly >fuck me >i step on the pedal, trying to ignore the monstrosities behind me >downhill, the small 70’s jeep goes pretty fast, if not for me holding the brakes like a baby >i can audibly hear people tripping over the crater edge >as I get closer, the blue glow starts to fade from the middle of the stone arch >and I see a person- no, a monstrosity’s body, flopping downhill in lightspeeds passing me >panic kicks in >i let go of the brakes >and start praying to god >ave maria… >the body still is going downhill, nearing the stone structure >cheia de graça… >the monster’s now lifeless corpse opens up, and gets stuck on a boulder miraculously >holy shit… >i am so fucking lucky… >what if that shit hit that? i’d be fucked... >with the jeep going downhill, i take a look back >only to notice a rock coming down the crater >i am not so lucky anymore. >fucking step on it, almost nearing the stone structure >so close… >the blue is so beautiful... >and then, as if my luck was bad, it gets worse >my jeep’s front wheel loses traction on a bunch of loose soil >i try to keep control of the jeep by swerving the steering wheel, but to no avail >fUUUCK- >the jeep scrapes the stones, sending it directly in the middle of the portal >the world goes black, and the blue light behind me disappearing into the darkness >i rest my head onto the seat, thinking about everything for a minute in pitch darkness >as I can feel, my jeep is still here… >my guns… I think they’re here. >i place my hand onto the passenger seat, or where I think it is, and feel rugged nylon >alright, good… my shit is still here… >wait, where’s the bird? >search around with my hand around the front seat area, not being able to find anything >fuck… >FUCK! >I stored my flashlight inside the backpack… >god damn it, i should’ve stuck it into my pocket >shit… >SHIT! >the only motherfucking company I wished for right now? >fucking gone >AAAAAAAAA >taking a moment for a breather, i slap my hand onto the front MP3 >and it starts playing… >some kind of holy music? >oh, oh no. >it’s that one british 90’s show theme song... >what the fuck >why would he- >why did my barman put this here- >oh. OH. >I CAN MAKE FUCKING MONEY WITH THIS! >I CAN- UH… SELL IT TO A RELIGIOUS CULT! >IT’LL BE AMA- >oh. are there even people over on the other- >am I on the other side already? >cause… this feels weird. >almost feels like I have no gravity… >am i… fucking falling down? >i don’t know… >can't see shit to know. >i place my hand on my backpack, opening one of the zippers and sticking my arm inside >i can only feel round cans, some fabric being thrown around, and toilet paper. >”god, where the fuck is my flashlight…” >suddenly, i feel it get shoved onto my hand by something cold >oh. oh jesus. >do I have a backpack monster now- >what is this even. >is this all a fucking joke or something? >(their) psyop? >am i a lab rat? >what the fuck is this, anymore… >slowly retract my hand and arm from the backpack, in pitch darkness >and click the button on the end of the flashlight >the seemingly endless beam of light gets lost in the darkness >as in, I can only see 50 cm infront of me >can’t notice anything moving upwards, so i’m probably not falling down… >emphasis on probably. >i literally can’t feel anything extraordinary. >fuck man, this is getting bad… >not even creepy, it just sucks. >me and my backpack. >listening to fucking mr bean >sigh, hoping for the best >sure, the new world will all be cool grasslands with hot chicks. >yeah, yeah. totally not a barren dark wasteland with a creepy uncle trying to make me his lunch. >or just pitch darkness. >both works. >i’ve been here for a while now. >I don't know how many hours, but I measured my time in pisses. >I took five pisses already, and time won’t go faster. >Each moment I wish for a creepy uncle to make me his lunch, honestly. >is this really it? the fucking end of the road? >god, all of those stories… >huh. all those kommandos that went down there must have gone to the good parts. >but me? I'm not even a real kommando. >never owned a gun, due to shit government laws… >the closest I had for a gun in most of my life was this… >my airgun. >now? I don't even have targets to shoot with it. >huh, thinkin’ about it, honestly… >i think my only real possession is my revolver. >each time I look at the pistols I *BROUGHT* with me, they just feel me with unease. >i need to change them. give them the final rest they need. >from being that fed’s ‘trustworthy’ sidearm to his end to being a random nigga’s auxiliary gun? >must be a hella lot of a downgrade. >huh. rambling to myself about my shit again. >god, being lonely is such a wonder, isn’t it? >... >i guess so. >what even happened? >i remember going through that portal, albeit accidentally… >i felt me and my jeep fall for a second, but then we just… stopped. >dead in the air. >there was still some blue light, but it all cut off… >wait… >did that boulder fuck me over? >no… no fucki- >... >i’m trapped. >fuck me. >this isn’t the glorious new world. >this is just… >limbo, I guess? >... >guess I didn’t commit enough sins to be sent to hell straight away. >meet fucking gretchen there. >heh. >parasite diddies. >i think i’m gonna take a nap, honestly… >closing my eyes, I feel like I see something. >i… don’t know what that is. >something cold, near my palms. >like, if I put my hand out of the house on a cold day… >oh. oh shit. >it isn’t what I think it is, is it? >...ignore it. >I open my eyes, just to witness the endless darkness broken slightly by my flashlight lighting the jeep up. >hold my airgun tightly >this isn’t i- >my head hurts… ‘get out of. here.’ >oh. oh no. >it noticed me. >turn on the jeep, an idea I didn’t have before. ‘close lid. before awakening.’ >what the fuck- >”what do you-” >my head hurts even more ‘shh. the other not know.’ >the jeep’s flashlight flickers, eventually turning off with a click ‘close. lid.’ >f-fuck me… >i close my eyes >i see- no, I feel… a small woman in wedding clothes infront of me- rather, the jeep. >looking at me, straight in the eyes. ‘see?’ >no… >the… woman? starts walking. >instinctively, i follow with the jeep. >walking slowly >step by step… >like if she has cramped feet… >eventually, she stops. >i think, atleast. >i can’t see, but I feel her stopping. >then, a loud scream tumbles my soul inside out. >not loud for my ears- but i feel it. ‘grab. it.’ >grab what- >i hear some rattling, and lead pellets pour over my leg >i open my eyes, to see my airgun faintly glowing and illuminating the jeep just enough to light the jeep’s interior slightly >it didn’t do this usually… >i grab it, crack it open and load one of the pellets that now swarm my seat into it. >my head hurts again, so I close my eyes >now, i feel like it’s a dream… >i can… see the girl hunched over the jeep’s front ‘hear?’ >no… ‘ignore. focus.’ >the voice in my head is sweet, atleast… >i think about my rifle, and as it if was magic, I feel something in the pitch darkness of the jeep, away. ‘searching you.’ >i shoulder the pellet rifle, and instinctively raise it to somewhere I feel is right ‘keep sight. follow.’ >feel my foot get depressed by something, sending the jeep to slowly tumble forwards >i keep my gun raised, swiveling slightly for what feels like an eternity. >until, I feel my spine get touched ‘WHAT THE-’ >i feel something getting near, fast >tingling the edge of my rifle ‘go.’ >fuck… >FUCK! >i depress the trigger, but the safety was on >quickly, i turn the safety off and fire blindly >i hear a ricochet, like if it was one of those spaguetti western sounds. >my spine feels… hot. >i try to sense something… but I cant. >the girl is nowhere to be seen… >time passes, and nothing is seen. >i can’t feel anything specific, and my heartbeat livens up the silence around me. >the whirring of the jeep comes to a halt, as I step on the brakes improperly >look around, holding my airgun like a baby >i feel… cold. >abnormally cold. >opening my eyes, I see something in the distance. >a white light, like if the end was near. >i need to go there. >i turn on the jeep again, the revving engine shaking my soul. >and step on the pedal. >getting closer, I start seeing grass, the sun, and a beautiful landscape. >YES! THIS IS IT! >YE- >the jeep gets sent into a drift, my seatbelt and ropes holding my possessions together as the sea of pellets covering my seat gets thrown into the air >i hit my head on the seat, and the sharp pain returns once again >i close my eyes, grunting from the hit ‘not, yet.’ >what- >i ignore the pain, and swerve my head around >the girl. is in front of the jeep. >looking at me directly, her once-obscured by darkness face revealing itself >dark blue eyes, on a happy face >aha… >why. ‘look’ >i look around, with my eyes still closed >I feel where the… end? was supposed to be >it’s a huge, cloudy mess. ‘not. real.’ ‘don’t. go.’ >what the fuck… >is she trying to say? >crack open the airgun, shoving one of the pellets that didn’t get thrown out of the jeep in >i feel like a hand is guiding me, raising my rifle looking in the middle of the cloudy mess of an end ‘shoot. it.’ >i release the safety, and depress the trigger rapidly >the noise, surprisingly, gets louder than usual >and the once-cloudy mess turns into… a lot of shit scrambling. >i hear a deafening, high-pitched whizz in my ear ‘GO!’ >hold everything together, and step on the pedal as hard as I can >the woman disappears, as I open my eyes >the jeep’s frontal lights finally light up, revealing a lot of light powder in a trail. >i run over the trail, and- >aaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- >FUUUUUUUUCK- >i try to hold my possessions tightly, as the jeep seemingly drives off an… invisible cliff. >i get shaken awake by a cold wind, waking up with my head on the steering wheel >looking around, nothing that I saw before resembles my old, lovingly warm town. >it is cold as shit. My car stuck around some trees, with a dirt path a few meters after the wood clears out >there is no city in sight, just my old region’s mountainscape, *mata atlântica* woods and this chilling silence. >slowly get out of the jeep, getting my bearings straight > >what the fuck was that. >I think i may have taken too much benadryl, i hope this is all a dream. >Fucking spirit shit messes with my mind, man. Ever since my aunt told me shit relating to that I haven't slept the same. >... >There’s no time to realize what the fuck is going on. I need to know where I am. >grab my .38, leaving my other pistols behind for the sake of weight >slowly move up towards the road, seeing a few flashes of metal in the dirt as I walk >i swear to god, this shit is so dense i’ll have to clean the area before my jeep can fit… >I should’ve taken that fucking *capinagem* job. >so many opportunities I had to learn useful shit, and I ditched them all. >my dad was right all along, jesus… >wait… is that a fucking car? >i stop, raising my .38 >a black metal vehicle is dug into the dirt, shit laying all around it >holy shit, those actually exist? >so beautiful... >it’s a *caveirão*, an almost mythical truck that the BOPE uses >armored to the teeth for urban combat, and this one even had an RWCS turret. >fancy! >it’s back doors are blown open, with the side hatches mangled open >how the fuck it got there is beyond my comprehension >i start approaching closer, aiming the rusty .38 at the opened backdoor >i grab my shitty chink flashlight from my pocket, and shine it inside >nothing there >except a few opened packs of food and a crate >ohboy.jpeg >i step in, the environment being significantly warmer than the outside for some reason >the broken RWCS control monitor keeps flashing images of a big, white thing on thermals and shit scattered around it >creepy >well, i am not going to be the one to uncover this mess >i turn around, opening the crate inside >holy shit >if I had dreamed about finding a random gun, or a crate of guns, this would be a nightmare. >it’s a crate full of mosqueFALs, shitty k98 copies that the brazilian army uses to train recruits >5 of them, in various degrees of wood deterioration >well, this is a bust. >at least better than nothing. >take a look around the fucked up APC, searching for ammo >the walls near the crate are splattered with blood, bullet casings everywhere >but not a single 7.62 bullet >fuck’s sakes, atleast I have those extra FAL mags that I could harvest the ammo from. >even then, these nuggets won’t be useful at all. What are they going to do against like… a fucking rat- nevermind. >i drag the crate out of the APC, looking around meanwhile >some shit in the edge of my vision always moves, but when I look there’s nothing. >this isn’t good… >i leave the crate a few meters away from the APC >need to get my jeep here… >run back towards the banged up jeep >i take out the chink knife I packed, but never touched, since that whole shebang happened >also grab my ‘air’ rifle and a pellet drum, sliding it into one of the belt’s slots >tuck the rifle under my armpit, and start cutting up some of the vegetation towards the APC >luckily, there’s no trees, but I still don’t want to risk breaking the glass >or puncturing that 80’s canvas cover >a few minutes in, and i’m already exhausted >fuck lad, I didn’t get enough cardio for this shit >I should’ve taken that fucking ‘airplane’ job! >fucking hell, atleast i’d have some incentive and something to run from. *CRACK* >... >i stop cutting a couple of thick leaves and unsheathe my rifle from it’s snug position >stay silent for a solid minute or so, until I hear more tree branches being stepped on >i think i’m about to uncover what the fuck is this mess in a few seconds >slowly open the breech of the rifle, inspecting if there’s ammo >nothing >it’s not even fucking primed >fucking… >i hear more tree branches getting cracked >this time, more loud >i look in between some loose foliage >holy shit… >it’s a fucking big-ass cat. >not the ones you find cute, or not the type you would fuck. >it’s literally a 3 meter tall PANTHER. >JESUS FUCKING CHRIST HELP ME >it is looking in the direction I’m in, but with it’s torso sideways >fuck it >if I die, that’s it. >slowly prime the lever barrel of the pellet rifle *CLICK* >literally looking at me >fuck fuck >fumble around with the pouch, getting a single pellet and sliding it in >the fucking thing is starting to lower it’s limbs >quickly close the barrel, aiming directly at its heart >the paw is literally in front of where I think is the ‘heart’ >fuck... >point the end of the barrel directly in between the leg and the chest area >the fucking pellet gun is literally glowing >god help me >quickly press the trigger >*SCREEE* >the rifle emits a tolerable *CLAP* as the gases compressed inside are released, and I hear a supersonic crack a few moments later >fuck fuck >i run away, the beast screaming it’s lungs out >didn’t see how the shot impacted, but it definitely made it mad >hide behind a tree, a few meters away, raising the .38 from my vest pocket >stay there, waiting for the inevitable... >a few minutes pass, the sound from that fucking cat slowly dissipating >no fucking way >HEHEHE >I GUESS THAT’S MY SECOND KILL- >or third… >i don’t fucking know anymore. >ALL I KNOW I’M AN UNSTOPPABLE NATURE-KILLING MACHI- >hear a rumble from behind my tree >FUCK >jump away from my cover position, aiming the .38 and firing wildly >FUCK >FUCK >NOW MY EARS HURT >get up, running away even more towards my jeep >look back, the tree I was hiding in toppled over, full of bullet holes >couple of splashes of blood, but no carcass to be seen >can’t hear shit either, either by my ears ringing or it not moving >manage to get to the jeep, hiding behind it >fuck >fuck >did i bring spare rounds? >check my pockets >there’s a fucking old-ass snickers bar in my puffer vest… >BUT NO FUCKING AMMO >shit shit >think anon you dumbass >you’re literally hiding behind where the ammo is. >reach over the back of the jeep, in between a spare tire and a radio arrangement attached to the poor machine >grab a hold of my backpack, and stick my hand in there >tuna cans, pouches, more tuna cans >no ammo or pistol >WHERE THE FUCK IS MY PISTOL >literally have my pistol shoved in my hand inside the backpack >what the fuck >OH, YEAH. MY BACKPACK. >”THANK YOU I’LL NEED YOUR NAME LATER” >swear to god I heard something coming from my pack >better ignore it right now >take the pistol out of the pack, and look around >the way i came in is neatly open, probably by my dumbass running like a retard >jeep’s conveniently in an open spot, surrounded by various trees and bushes. >probably around 50m wide in both sides, i’m a little bit safe >look directly ahead, and I can see something in agony >laying sideways, right near the destroyed MRAP >holy shit i actually got him >but… it only has one hole. >...shit. >i think an hour has passed >my hearing is now top-notch >as good as a 50 year old’s >just have been looking around incessantly >I almost fucking died twice already, sure god doens’t want me dead today. >those fucking beasts? I haven’t seen more than one. >still, i have this fucking feeling the moment I step into those woods again i’ll be turned into mincemeat by more cats. >and I already shot two of them. >... >i better try to consolidate my position. >slowly get up, and move forwards near the front of the jeep >pull out my tent’s stakes, and a roll of canvas I had for mats >set up a small little tarp, right behind the jeep >grab my backpack, pulling out the other magazines for the pistol and the loose .38 bullets in a supermarket bag >also, the tin cans of .223 lead. >knowing anything about cats, they’ll probably pounce me at night. >and I sadly don’t have infinite hours of flashlight battery. Or a pair of NVGs. >but, I do have inconspicuous amounts of rubbing alcohol somewhere inside of the jeep >and some zippo fuel. >ever seen the movie ‘platoon’? >and those scenes where- >who am I trying to explain fucking napalm again? >...getting back to the subject matter >I plan to light several fires surrounding my jeep >and if that doesn't work, well… >at least i’m probably going to be tasty. >i get up from my small little shelter >in the open areas around me, there are some old tree branches and dry bushes >but not nearly enough tinder to last me a night, even if I light up a circle just around the jeep and me >fuck… >I’ll have to do this the hard way, won’t I? >start walking towards the path I made >initially, grabbing just some loose branches just outside the forest limits >don’t see, or hear anything unusual coming from those woods >so, I step in a couple of meters to grab bigger sticks and pieces of log >for hours on end. >FUCK, the outside world is laboreous. >it’s almost sunset >I gathered enough wood, and made three different campfires, all surrounding the jeep by around ~5 meters. >gaps in between them should have enough light to reflect anything that tries to pass through the ‘perimeter’ >the problem? >well, I don’t know if there are people in this region. >or fucking people that have brains and are friendly in this world, unlike the shit I saw while the two safezones got removed from existance. >sure do hope nobody sees my bullshit >wait, are there environmentalists in this world? >like, people who will literally shit their pants over you lighting a fire. >sure do hope not, else i’d be in trouble. >the .38 is loaded up, my pellet gun is beautiful as always and my pistol is completely well-lubed up. >now, this is the single time I would like to have a glock too. >guess it’s too late to regret my poor decisions. >walk around each campfire, dousing some rubbing alcohol on top and lighting them up >not the best way to light a fire, but generally worked to light up barbecue coals. >and it’s already getting dark, i can’t be fucking bothered. >after a bit, I check my phone >saving up the battery by not toggling it on was actually kind of wise. >it says 18:00 in BRT, but it’s already pretty dark >open the timer app, setting an alarm for 12 hours from now on. >here we go. TIME: -11:30 UNTIL DAWN >well, shit. >the noises have already started >I gathered ‘enough’ wood for the night’s worth of burning. >well, I think I did. >some leaves and sticks are getting stepped on all around the perimeter >still, I don’t see a single reflection of light on some cunt’s skin. >this’ll be a fun night. >fun as in, I WON’T BE BORED. -11:00 UNTIL DAWN >i retract my previous statement >this is boring as shit, I am not even scared shitless anymore. >I doubt i’ll get attacked this early into the night, it should be probably 8’o clock in the ‘real world’. >a dinner would be nice, but all i’ve got on hand is solid bricks of ramen and tuna >should’ve bought some bacon, atleast. >i’ll miss pork. >The steps have easened >I heard, one time, something shrieking for it’s life. >not the kind that some |SKINWALKER| would screech telling you to get the fuck out, >but rather a rabbit getting brutally mauled. >i love nature.