July 3rd 10:00pm, L.A., California, the apartment
“Cyka blayt, papa! Yebat!”
>Viveca is pacing around the apartment, visibly agitated and worried.
>Her day started off terribly to see that her papa was not around in the morning, and got even worse when she read the letter on the table.
>However, by the time it was 6pm, she began to get worried that papa had yet to return.
>Since that time Viveca had been chain smoking, fuming, and tearing up since then.
”If that pizda shows stupid face here, I will kill him! Blyat left cortov phone here too!”
 >Viveca went to her papa’s computer to see if she could find anything that would point to where he is.
>After hours of searching she found nothing.
>No street surveillance, police reports, or anything.
>Even went as far as to ask in some anonymous website, which proved a waste of time.
> “gives hugs and head pats to lost Giest.. I will help you until you find papa..”
>”Someone's dad is missing?! That's terrible! Say a lame pun or insult aloha shirts as a concept, that should make him appear.”
>”Ohh... Hands Geist a Taser.. I cranked up the battery voltage, its guaranteed to make who ever you stun it with shit and piss their pants while flailing around like an autistic moron.”
>She left the bedroom for a bit to see if papa had left some vodka or piss tasting beer dressed in red, white and blue to drown some of her sorrows.
“Yebat, ubljúdok left nothing…”
>Slumped, and feeling defeated and lonely now, she shuffles back to the bedroom to retire and try again tomorrow.
>Before shutting off the computer, a reply came.
>” I saw one over on Holly Road. Door was wide open. looked weird. It's like 12 or 15 blocks that way.”
“Finally! Something I can use!”
>She grabbed a backpack, put her mask in, along with a first aid kit, magazines and a hatchet, along with a small knife in her shoe.

11:00pm, 648 Holly Road
>Viveca finally found the van.
>Just as the person on the internet had said, the van was wide open.
>Radio and stereo were missing, and no keys. Otherwise, everything was in order.
>But now that she found the van, where is papa she wondered.
“Looking around aimlessly isn’t going to help.” She thought to herself.
>Thinking to herself some more, she decided to try and use herself as bait.
>She took off her hat, and left her tail exposed, and lounged near the van.
>Sure enough, after a half hour of waiting and trying to look vulnerable, another van pulled up to her.
>A scummy looking man opened the door and stepped out.
>He began to look her over and started to give a bit of a creepy smile.
>”Hey there, little girl. You know it’s dangerous for guns like you to be sitting out here in the open at this time of night.”
“I’m sorry, mister, but I lost owner and lost. Car broke down, and owner went to look for help, but has not returned. His phone is also dead, and cannot reach him.” Viveca said, with a hint of looking scared and upset.
>”There, there, piglet. How about I give you a ride and take you to a phone?”
“Ugh, piglet…” Viveca thought as she mentally threw up. 
“Zdórovo, mister!”
>Viveca moved towards the rear section of the van, only to be lead towards the passenger seat.
>The man got in, visible eye stripping her, turned the van on and drove off.

11:35pm, 654 Holly Road
>Pulling up to the property, Viveca sees that the building seemed woefully small given the amount of protection it had.
>”Well here we are, Piglet. Just follow me and I’ll take you to a phone.”
>The man got out of the car and opened the passenger door for her.
>Viveca got out, but was placed in front of him.
>Coming closer to the building, the sound of keys jingling was heard.
>The man reached underneath Viveca’s arm, unlocking the door.
>He opened it, and grasped Viveca by her waist as they both entered.
>Like with the van, the building had a faint smell of chemicals, but also lingering gore.
“So this is the place.” Viveca thought to herself.
“Excuse me, I think my shoes are untied.” And Viveca immediately bent down towards her feet.
>The man further pulled her closer to his pelvis, in an attempt to assault her.
>Quick to action, Viveca grabbed the hidden knife, and slashed his throat deep, severing his jugular and coronary artery.
>He began to fall back gurgling, trying to staunch the flow.
“Hmph, American pig.”
>Viveca then kicked his throat in, breaking his windpipe and left him to die.
>Putting her backpack down, she opened the backpack, and put on her boar mask.

>With mask and knife in hard, and the backpack tightly on herself, Viveca made her way to the other end of the hall.
>Peering through the saw a guard and 3… waffengeist?
“Blyat, traitors!” Viveca screamed in her mind.
>She quickly dropped the backpack and took out the hatchet.
>Gripping it tight on her left hand, she charged inside the room.
>Before the guard could notice, Viveca threw the knife into his head, quickly dropping him.
>The 3 other waffengeist, noticing her now, ran to attack with various weapons in hand.
>Tightening the grip on the hatchet, she swung at the head of a blond haired with a resounding crack, forcing the waffegeist to revert into her AR form, revealing a cracked barrel and smashed handguard.
>In a follow up, she kicked the face of another similar looking AR, sending her downward, and the third Waffegeist was grabbed from her hair slammed onto Viveca’s knee.
>Taking the back end of the hatchet, Viveca slammed it on the waffegeist she kneed until it reverted back into gun, with its barrel significantly bent.
>Standing back up, the waffegeist that was punched got back on her feet.
>Wasting no time, Viveca tackled her back onto the ground, and drove the bladed side of the hatchet down onto its head, leaving a gun with a split barrel and a stuck hatchet.
>Seeing now that the hatchet was stuck, Viveca got up and moved towards the now dead guard.
>Lying next to him was a M-16 without a waffegeist.
>Grabbing, she began to quickly check its action and magazine while making her way to the other end of the room.
>It felt responsive enough, and the magazine was full.

>Holding the rifle in her right hand, Viveca opens up the door with her left, and make a quick sweep.
>No in front and no one hiding behind the door.
>See began to walk briskly through the hallway, keeping her eye on open.
>Around the bend she saw a guard
>Taking quick action, she pulled the trigger of M-16, sending a 3-round burst straight into the guard.
>She managed to have a stray bullet fire right into the guard’s eye, killing him in an instant.
>At that moment, when he dropped his gun, a brunette haired girl in somewhat tattered clothes materialized next to him.
>Despite being a gun herself, Viveca was not used to actually firing a gun herself.
>The sensation of pulling the trigger, and 3-mini explosions of cartridges to fire bullets of metal out caused her to lose focus.
>When she readied herself to fire at the waffegeist that just materialized, it already has closed half the distance, holding a knife in hand.
>*Bang**Bang**Bang*
>All three shots hit their mark, causing the brunette girl to fall to the ground, but not before throwing the knife at Viveca.
>The knife struck her midsection, but left only a superficial scratch, thanks to her reinforced frame.
>Kicking the waffegeist over, she sees that the girl looks as though she hadn’t slept in a week, was missing teeth, looked very ratted, and had a psychotic look in her eyes.
“Cyka blyat!”
>Viveca then unloaded three more shots into the grinning waffegeist’s face, knocking her out and forcing her to revert into a battered looking AR-pattern rifle.
>Something about these waffengeist were off, and it began to unsettle Viveca.
>Even in the rifle form, she looked ill maintained at best.
>Focusing back at the task at hand, Viveca moved to enter the next room.

>Viveca opens the door the same way as before.
>Behind a table, a guard already had his gun aimed towards her.
>She ducked back just in time before the guard could hit her.
>”You four rejects, get the bitch!” screamed the guard.
“And yebat you, cyka blayt!”
>Stepping in front of the doorway, Viveca quickly delivered a series 3-burst shots into the four approaching waffengeist.
>Exposed, Viveca quickly rolled out of the way as the guard began to fire at her
>Coming out of the roll, she quickly drew her weapon at the guard, and fired the last of her burst-fire right into the guard’s knees.
>As the guard fell down, Viveca ran right up and jumped on this throat, nearly severing his head.
>The gun that was in the guard’s hand now appeared as a deranged looking girl, similar to the rest Viveca had encountered.
>Taking  the empty gun, she smacked the waffegeist by the head, straddled her, and began to beat her over the head with the gun.
>Getting up, both the gun in her hand and the one on the floor were badly bent and no longer able to function.
>Seeing that this was a dead end, Viveca makes her way back to the main room, grabbing a knife one of the waffengeist dropped.

 >From the main room, Viveca enters the other door.
>There, a guard notices Viveca running in and kicked the waffegeist in front of him. 
>Two other were in other parts of the room, looking surprised.
>Viveca sprinted right towards the guard, who was now taking aim.
>In a split second, Viveca quickly rolled just past him, quickly stood up, and drove the knife into his throat, and quickly slashed away.
>Knife still in hand, she drove it into the back of the waffegeist getting up, and pried out the upper from the lower and completely separated the two  parts.
>Looking back up, one of the waffengeist stepped back in horror, while the other one kept approaching.
>Viveca, sensing that the gun the guard had did not contain a waffegeist, quickly threw her knife at the approaching ratty looking AR-pattern waffegeist, and grabbed the gun.
>As soon as she did the waffegeist also began to charge towards Viveca, with a crazed look in her eyes.
>Viveca pulled the trigger, and the gun began to fire at full auto, instead of the 3-shot burst she expected.
>The volley of bullets hit the waffegeist from body up, forcing her to stumble to the ground.
>Once on the ground, Viveca stomped her head in, forcing her to be a gun, but now with a severely bent barrel and punched in sides.
>Looking towards where the 3rd waffegeist was, she was now in a corner shaking.
>Moving towards her, Viveca grabbed the waffegeist, and shoved the barrel of the rifle she was using right under her jaw.
“Where is man with boar mask, bylat?”
>”D-d-down the s-s-stairs. Master is k-k-keeping him locked. H-h-he’s down the stairs, behind the m-m-metal door i-i-i-in the main room. Please don’t hurt me!”
>*Bang!*

>Down the stairs, Viveca enters a room that looked empty.
>A broken TV with bloodstains lay on the floor with some hastily cleaned up brain matter
>Entering the next room a guard and two waffengeist were patrolling the area, with the guard holding a similar M4 as Viveca, and the two other waffengeists with bats.
>Viveca, now feeling ready on how to handle the rifle she held, aimed at the guard, unloading at him.
>Sprays of gore erupted from the guard, as the two other waffengeist take notice and charge towards Viveca.
>Viveca fired a volley at the closest waffegeist, sending her to the ground in pain.
>In that instant, another guard appeared through the door at her left.
>Quickly turning she fired at him until her gun began to dry fire, leaving riddled with holes and a part of his head missing.
>Looking over towards where the last waffegeist was, it was already at striking distance.
>The waffegeist took a swing at Viveca.
>She tensed her stomach muscles as she braced for impact.
>*WHAM*
>The feeling was not pleasant, but she was not knocked out yet.
>Taking the M4, she smashed the butt of the gun onto the face of the waffegeist, stunning her briefly.
>She then quickly grabbed her ratty hair, dragged her hard towards the wall with enough force to nearly rip her hair out, and slammed her against the wall.
>Grabbing her bat, Viveca returned the previous blow to her gut at the waffegeist, and then swung the bat downward on her head enough force to break the bat and force the waffegeist to revert back into her gun form.
>At the waffegeist still on the ground in pain, Viveca grabbed the back of her head, and repeatedly slammed it on the ground until she finally reverted into her gun form.

>With the immediate threads finished, Viveca’s scanned the room, and saw the metal door.
>Hoping by some miracle the door was unlocked, she tried to get it open.
>But the door refused to open.
>Going to where the guard came in on her left, she entered the room and was greeted by the sight of various waffengeist of various ages and looks.
>All of them looked ratty, unkempt, and frightened.
>Ignoring them for now, she made her way to another metal door.
>Locked as well.
>Moving to the door towards her right, she found herself in a storage room full of white powder, gasoline, primers, and a loading table.
>Inspecting one of the bullets, it felt heavier, as though it were packed with more gun powder than usual.
>In addition to, the primers were all corrosive.
>Feeling rage well up, Viveca had to clam herself a bit.
>Looking around the room, she found a set of keys and grabbed them, hoping they would be what she needed to free papa.
>Before she left, she noticed a pair of jeans, a black T-shirt, and a plate carrier.
>Quickly gathering papa’s cloths, she left towards where he was supposedly held.

>At the metal door that held Viveca’s papa, she fumbled with each key to see if they fit the lock.
>By the 3rd key, the door finally was unlocked, and with a groan, the door opened.
>The room was dark, and even the dim lights from the previous room could not penetrate its darkness.
>The smell.
>It smelled of blood, sweat, gun powder, and solvent
“Papa?” Viveca said, slowly moving inside.
>A groan was heard a little more inside
> Moving her hand against the wall, she flicked a switch and a single light shined in.
>In the middle of it was a bloodied, bruised, and tied up naked man with a boar’s mask on sitting on a metal chair.
“PAPA!” Viveca yelled out, running towards him.
>Viveca dropped his clothes in front of him, and began to move behind him.
>She began to try and undo the rope that bound him.
>Looking around, there were various broken pieces of various guns around.
“Cyka Blyat, what did they do to papa?”
>After undoing the rope, he gets up as she noticed his wrist looked as though they had been tightly bound and scraped numerous of times from its rough surface.
>Grabbing his pants, with his underwear still in them, he hoisted them up.
>Taking a deep breath in and out, tightening his hands into a fist then extending them out again, papa began to walk out of the room, emitting an aura that radiated with hatred and death.
>As he the room, and grabbed the set of keys that Viveca had left in the door, with Viveca tailing him from behind.

>Moving towards where the other metal door war, papa unlocked it and pushed it open.
>There on a swivel chair, a fat man with a receding hairline, and beard looked at papa in abject horror.
>”L-lets be reasonable now, si-“
>Papa grabbed him by the throat, pushed Viveca away, and exited the room.
>Back at room with the caged doors, papa began to slam the fat man against them repeatedly.
>Over. And over. And over. And over.
>The guns inside began to back away scared.
>Throwing him on the ground, he stood looking over him, as the man began to cough and seeming to fade in and out of consciousness.
>Papa then grabbed his right arm, shoved it in-between the bars, and violently slammed him backwards.
>A sickening snap was heard, followed by a loud scream.
>Ripping him from the cage, papa threw the man back on the ground.
>He grabbed the man’s right leg, and with some leverage, snapped his leg so that it bent the completely wrong way.
>By this time the pain of it all was so great, the man had passed out.
>With no more than could be done, papa slammed the man’s head repeatedly on the ground until it was nothing by brain splatter on the ground.
“Papa…”said Viveca coming out of the room, hoping to not rouse him into another blood fueled rage.
>Papa fell to his knees, feeling exhausted.
“Shhh, it’s okay, papa. I’m here.”
>Papa said nothing anymore, as Viveca lifted him up by the shoulder.

July 4th, 2:00am, the apartment 
>The trip back was quiet.
>Papa with his mask off looked more exhausted than Viveca imagined. 
>She tried to quickly clean any wounds and apply dressing in the van prior to leaving, but he would need to go back home.
>But seeing him in this condition, she gently placed him on his bed, placed the covers over him
“Hey, papa, today was your day of indepdence.” Vivec said, as she tried to stifle a giggle and tears, and began to walk out of the room.
>”Wait.” said papa weakly. “Could you come here.”
>Viveca walked back to him, and stood at the edge of where he lied.
>She was swiftly grabbed by papa in his arms, giving her a large him.
>”I’m sorry.”