A long sotry.,..


CHRONICLES OF ZED

INTRODUCTION:
I wrote this book for many reasons. Some from life, some just made up. It might seem that this book will be just a simple story, but it is not. Also it is recommended to somehow reach "Atrium Carceri: Cell block" to fully experience the mood of this tale. Enjoy!

CAUTION:
Not for people who:
- Are not mentally resistant
- Are under age
- Are allergic to violence
- Are wishing to read a fantasy story
- Are not thinking about what they are reading


CHRONICLE I : A DARK MIND


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First day of rest. Free from the agendas, propaganda and war itself. For a moment at least. Strange, this long destroyed bridge, eternal darkness and musky smell of air.... But the horror of my teammates still haunts me. Probably someone will find this data pad someday. Maybe I should explain. Ah for fucks sake, there's a war going on! Burned corpses, dying soldiers, raging machines. Don't think it's just us versus the metal men. It's man against man, machine against machine. Quite sad someone said. Not to me, I was born and trained here. The propaganda says that if we activate four main generators, the lift to the hatch will be activated and the war will end. What's the lift? An old artifact of sorts. See, we live underground, in huge destroyed and ancient cities. Fuck, I don't even remember who and why started this damned war. I just keep on fighting. It's always dark, unless you have a flare, flashlight or you're near machine camps, there's no light. If you walk this land, everywhere, decaying corpses, dying people, traps, and concrete blocks. I just keep wondering why the machines keep pumping air here, we could just die and rest in peace. But we live, we push on. For Eden. That's what's supposed to be outside. *sight* I just hope to gather a crew and try to do something myself. The problem is, when something that looks humane starts to move, the first reaction is too pull the trigger, both sides. The doctrines, all useless. Young kids indoctrinated and sent into the meat grinder. Damn.. It's cold, again -5C. I've got few flares left, no water or food. I'll have to hunt. If not the few animals or supplies, then humans. Damn, I hear the search party, too bad.
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I'm wounded. Bloody hell. I'm not the prettiest of sights now. Covered with frost, blood and dressed in old military rags. Sometimes I think I should be dead. I just slaughtered four young kids. Just a bunch of brats who got their guns and orders. Soldiers. That's it. Nothing personal. Luckily for me they had food and clothing, most important - flashlights and guns. There's no robot activity in this area. That's good. To take one down costs a lot of effort. Besides I think I saw one of those "travelers" camps. A gathering of dying people without purpose. Oddly enough, they will die as soon as the "law" enforcement will find them. I hate those creatures myself. But I pity them, as I am now soon to be one of them. Skinny, with dead like eyes, all pale white and yet covered with filth, mud and wounds that wish not to heal. They are one of the sins of war.
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Don't have much time, I'm being chased, found someone who's willing to help. I'm still alive.
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Many days have passed since I've been living like a zombie, full of anger and pain, not able to express anything. I was out cold. Hard to admit that life is still mine because of a random stranger. With another search party at my back and under gunfire, it's a miracle to even found somebody. The partisans hide in the ruins, creatures fade to dark and machines are not here. She's beautiful. I haven't seen many women, maybe that's it. Also like me, a runaway special unit. Strange, it would seem that the better trained we are, the higher we go, the more we understand of the nonsense that is being told of what's going on. Her name is Methriel. Now it's time to heal, rest a bit and try to survive. I'm lying in a tent next to a pillar. The pillars are humongous structures, about 7000 meters tall and as well thick you might say. They hold the ceiling. Why haven't they been blown up? Don't know and to all you smart ass scientists, we can't dig out because we don't have the equipment, nor the possibility. Even if we tried, the machines... There are no safe places here...
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*distant gunshot sounds**yell "forward men!"**footstep sounds* Hey guys! Look what I've found! *loud, near gunshot sound and a scream of pain*
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A day. Day of blood. My gun is still carrying gun smoke trails. The pad, all blood. Putting a bullet through mans head isn't so difficult as it may seem. The pursuers are dead. All blood. Another pile of corpses to decay and feed the rats. I think they will outcome us all. As for Methriel, I gave her a gun. Not a wise choice since everybody is everyone's enemy. I'm still alive yet I need still some time to patch up my wounds. But no time is available, there's just death and tension in-between. Even the ground seems to smell like death itself, more and more... In the days to come I have many things to do. All my military training can not go to a waste. Time to change things and repay those bastards. For all they did to my men... and me. Maybe I should have been executed... maybe... Now I have a new order. My own.
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Some time has passed, I feel like a beaten down dog. Always on the hunt, always on the lookout. Some things have changed. We reached an unmarked area, not on any of maps I know. Deserted. Not even a single soldier or machine. No Ghouls, no humans. This place is dead as it can be. Methriel said that this is what they call death zones. The old name for it is the City. She convinced me to scavenge here for a while and so we did. Found some batteries, which will come in handy. Old cars, buildings. No weapons. No bodies. Odd. After some time we saw light. I went for a scout, probably the machines. There was no security but I've felt watched. Maybe it's what they call a war syndrome. The place had doors, wooden ones. Stairs and just one floor. Undamaged by the war. There was either fire or electricity inside. Can use both. No drones, no sentries. I went inside only to find a lot of paper. Useless to me but after my report Methriel said that it is to great importance that we stay in there. We did. She grasped paper like it would be food for a starving man. I didn't see anything special in it. She did. She was reading. When she took one of the books about two hours later from our entering, she was terrified and yelled to run. I saw no sentry yet I knew she was right. After we went far away I saw the building go either stealth or disappear. She had a backpack of books and I had a question. I don't believe in demons nor in ghosts. I've killed many people and none of them ever came back.
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When the orders end the thinking starts. While she was asleep I went back to the Death zone. I saw the building in which we were before , all dark, old and ruined. The doors were shot whit a grenade launcher I think. Inside nothing but ashes and rotten books. There was no ceiling. I felt odd, like something inside shook. The building was no longer solid so I left. I took a walkabout and searched through the area. Found nothing of use. Nothing more than a newspaper. I was old. About fifty years. I had no knowledge of this language but I'm more than sure that Methriel would want this. I took it and left. On my way out I felt watched. I went into a building and was on the lookout for the whole night. Nothing happened. When the data pad showed that it's 6 in the morning I went to her.
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We are running out of water.
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I saw fear in her eyes as the last of humanity mayhaps died in her. As a soldier I have no regrets of what I forced her to do. It was a necessity. Since we had no water, I've hunted down some ghouls and let their blood fill up our flasks. It's not the best but it will do. I kept her in the dark till she finished drinking, she never saw what it was. I told her. She almost puked. Sad. Later on she was beating me with her arms telling me I'm a monster, I could not deny it.
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I showed Methriel the newspaper. She said that it's too old to read but she managed to make out some words about a place, a base. I checked with my maps. No record of it exists. It's about two weeks away from here. If it has ammunition, food or water it's worth going to. All tho... the power plants in nearby area are still active. Machines would be on our necks. Fight, win, prevail.
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Seems like the place is deserted *mechanical sounds*
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Th...shhhhhhh..... arth......shhhh...... ork... shhhhh. ok. This should do it. Damned thing got blasted. The machines awoke as if somehow they knew we were coming. I saw something strange, they dragged dead bodies. To what use, I don't know. Neither the uniforms they had on them. The further I go the more I realize that the world as it was presented safe and controlled is a lie. That we, the UEA (United Empire Array) have not been the strongest force. Not here. The main lift might be a lie. Who are my enemies now? I know I have to protect her, she's my teammate now. When I look at her scared face and clothes drenched in blood and dirt. I think she's... No I am a soldier. I can't think of things like that. She's ok for now. We owe our lives to Theft as he calls himself. I do not know his intentions but I know he's a pro sniper. Either I take him down, take his NV goggles and IR scope or... Lets just see what happens. We shared food. For now, I'm watching him.
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Theft seems to be all right. During our trip has been more than useful as a scout. He will work for us as long as we have food. I don't like that kind of a view. For me he's a potential enemy. Methriel seems to trust him, as he's good with forgotten art of electronics. He seems to know a lot about the machines but nothing that would give us a clue to their intentions or reason why they are here. And...
- Hey!
- Theft what are you doing here?
- What do ya think? It's bloody dark and I need a battery to keep my NGs working ya know.
- Here, take one.
- Hey, is that e data pad? Oy, haven't seen those in ages, lemme get a look.
- With an intention of?
- Oy, I can work magic with thos lil bastards.
- Here, if it dies , so might you.
- What's with teh grumpiness all of a sudden? It's gonna be fine.
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The data pad was hacked by Theft, a lot of information was uncovered. Locations of UEA bases. Tactical data. It seems that UEA was fighting with some strange half human half-machine abominations and that it was just a matter of time for them to get overruned. That's why they recruited kids like John. Poor kid. Barely held a rifle and didn't even get a chance to fire. I still see his legless torso soaked and crawling in horrid agony. The troopers went over him, so did I. Sad. That's the fate to all of us. We managed to get some fusion cells out of the sentry droids that we destroyed but something is bothering me, how did they know we were coming. And what's with the attempt to say "Drop your weapons"? As far as the history goes no machine ever attempted to talk. One more day and we will be at the base the newspaper spoke of. (The article "Hideous Truth")
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It took four days to even find the entrance to the base. No sentinels spotted ... yet. I'm more than sure that they patrol this area. The entrance was breached, laser cutters from the marks of it. Burned skeletons, it was hell of a fight here
- Oy boss man!
- What is it?
- I think I've gott something 'ere
*step through rubble sound, metal clings*
We found another data pad.
- Theft , can you crack it?
- As long as it's intact and gots some powa yeah guess so.
- Do it, Methriel cover the perimeter, be on stand by. I'll explore the base. If you hear anything, leave me.
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Concrete walls, blackened and chipped from explosions, shells all over the place, decapitated skeletons dressed in T51-b power armors. Outdated yes, but I wouldn't mind having one. The storage rooms are breached as well, seems like they have had barricaded themselves here, a good pile of corpses. Still I can't find any bodies of the attackers. *Blip, recording on* [Decapitated soldiers all over the place, long dead, all bones, a zoom on a power armor helmets visor shot through, shells, barricade and some heavy guns all broken and rusted.] *blip, recording off* Have to save memory. I'm on my way to the main storage room.
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The storage room. No traces of fighting all tho all crates and the doorway have been breached. The remains of food are of no use to us. I'm going for the weapon storage.
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Some old fashioned .50 cal and 7.62mm also 5.25 mm. Can't seem to find the guns, I'm going for the squad to secure this.
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- Ok, Methriel cover the corridor, if anything moves, shoot it.
- But were two floors underground, what could possibly move?
- Be aware or be dead. Now get moving. Theft!
- Ya?
- You know electronics.
- Yeh it's a way of life when living next to those metal buckets.
- Ok then, salvage whatever can be used.
- Oh hell yes, there's some good ammo here, guns too. Shit! C4 and semtex even!
- Hmm.... Ok well blow the doors over there to see what's behind them.
- Ey boss man, I know noting bout the explosive shit.
- Don't worry, I have that covered.
- Ok just don't be blastyn my head of.
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We found guns, ammo and battery packs. Methriel is armed with a FN FAL 7.62mm and a M29 .44 Theft has had his sniper riffle refitted for 12.7 BGM ammo. It's AP now. I'm armed with something many generals spoke of with fear. After the smoke of blast went down I found a GOLEM. The power for it is down and it has no armament. Theft says he could get it running. If he does, it might be a cure for some of our trouble. Methriel reports that there have been some odd sounds in the area. We better hurry....
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After a long night of fights we are running low on ammo. We used even the stationary GAAT (Ground Antipersonnel Autonomous Turret) and LLT (Light Laser Turret) guns. Waste of energy. And yet we don't know what we were fighting against. Like pure black humans but metallic on the inside, I found no bodies, no traces of blood. No nothing. We have to evacuate. The golem can wait. I marked the location of it and hid it well. The next target would be to see if the four superior power plants for the main lift are really true.
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A long scouting mission revealed no more but that the whole place is crawling with sentinels. Machines and their hellish glow.
*sound of someone walking on some concrete and sand*
Hmm what's this?
*blip, the camera turns on and with weak light records a pit made in ground where bodies similar to those of previously seen soldiers are headless are piled up. Then it turns off*
Odd. All bodies seem to have their heads chopped off. Can't see any near.
*sounds of walking through various rubble*
- Ey boss man, whadcha looking at?
- Shhhhh!
- Oh....
- What the.... ey, ey, you've seen this?
- Yes, now I'm looking for their heads.
- God damn it. Do ya think machines could have done that? Or is there something we don't know 'bout?
Methriel?
- Hmm.. Be quiet for a moment Theft, get some lite focused on those bodies, I've been living in the wild
areas, I might know the answer.
- Ok. If you find out something let me know ASAP. I'll be the point man for a while, stay awake, stay
alive.
- Where are you movin boss man?
- To find something.
- Your one oddball aren't you?
So I went. Found some old ruins to the northeast. Small town. Some hand made shacks, all rotten, being digested by fungus. No traces of other life so I went back. Methriel and Theft found nothing about the missing heads. However it seems that those bodies belonged to healthy and well-raised humans. Most unlikely that they would come from the wilderness or the wasteland. The machines? I doubt any human would co-op with them. Or maybe? We took their ID cards. Doesn't seem like a known sign system. Judging by the encryption - military job. There might be a presence of some not yet encountered force in the area. Theft will be working with those ... if we can get him the proper equipment. I wonder, why no one has ever breached machines base. At least that's what we have been told. Is it too risky?
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We found a man dressed in a lab coat. His name is Jacob. He speaks a language that Theft and I can't understand and Methriel barely. She says it's a language her grandmother spoke. From what we now know he's hunted. He's afraid and hungry. He came from the north. He was hiding in one of the old buildings. Armed just with a shiv. He seems terrorized, Methriel patched him up and I ordered Theft to shoot him at the first sign of any unknown disease or aggression. For now he's safe...
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*Blip, the camera turns on*[ and records a search light and something like a tank, yet with no cannon moving around making hellish noises]
- Oy, this is bad idea to film those things...
[a sentry drone appears, like a hovering spider with no head and a very egg shaped torso, all silver metallic and with red light along the sides and one main search light, the camera then moves to show Theft, a man dressed in a old destroyed long leather coat, short brown hair, a rifle over his back and NG goggles put on. Then it moves to Methriel, a well built tall woman dressed in some rags, with a very long pony tail, dark hair and finally Jacob, a man with glasses, small frame, a white lab coat all stained with his own blood and covered with dirt, multiple cuts, all sweaty, short dark hair, looking like he just saw a ghost, hyperventilating. Blip, the camera turns off]*sounds of machinery and some odd bass humm*
- Move out, Methriel take Jacob, Theft move with Methriel, were pulling back, now.
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We have been captured by the machines... Now we are sitting in an all-clean, steel room, just one door. And this horrifying white light. For most of us, darkness dwellers it's somewhat of pain. Theft has lost an arm. They took him, I do not know where too. Methriel is with me but they shot Jacob on sight. Strange, instead of just killing him his body was pulverized by a barrage of bullets. Ripped to shreds. Never before did I encounter needles brutality form the machines. All we can do is wait. Disarmed, separated...
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Theft is returned, naked but with an arm back in its place. Artificial one. Seems like the machines care for us after all. Theft says he saw some strange things. Not really sure which one was a dream and which one reality. He talks about machines performing various operations on well-bred humans such as myself. All the darkness dwellers are used as meat and undergo most horrid ones, as I understood from his description. I'm surprised he's alive. He's not a pure breed. ^Umnz bee prpd frr the upld yf mmr^ "What the hell was that?" ....
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Were back on the wasteland. I don't understand. The machines came, patched my teammates up. But I was put through pain, a pain of which I had no idea that could exist. They electroshocked through my brain. I reminded myself of strange things, things I was not only not aware of but also memories that were not mine. I now know the exact location of some machine camps. I know the layout of power plants one and four. They do exist! I know where the lift is. I know more but at what a cost.... by skin has been removed, some of my muscle tissue and all of my bones.... My bones are now ... I don't really know I might just assume, metal. My skin is... I have various implants, a Serial number: Unit 217. They have put us to sleep and tossed out. We don't really know where we are. Not the place we were before, that's for sure.
- Boss man, ya look like on' of dem, how can we be sure ya wont kill us with teh first chance ey?
- I'm not one for them. I know a few more things, I can't explain everything yet...
- En why's that
- Because I cant understand myself..
- Theft, leave him alone, can't you see he is in pain?
- Oy I can see.
- Then stop it, we still need to find out why machines changed him like so and why did they rebuild your
arm.
- It seems fine, maybe even better than the last one, still clumsey tho.
- Your not the type that would get emotionally involved even with your own hand....
- So wa, I lost it, got a new one. Dat's all.
- Ugh..
- Stop it. Don't push this. Last thing we need is to get separated. We need to work together in order to
survive and explain all this.
- Were just like ya boss man, kept in the dark for ages, not to know a thing
- I understand, yet I carry no answers. For what I have been told mostly seems a lie. *sound of pain and
machinery* Gaaaah!
- Yo, you ok?
- Are you alright??
- Just... Just let me rest.
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My comrades are asleep. I, my body wishes not to. I feel an urge to do things that I have never done before. I remember such things that even a serial murder would wish not to. No urge to sleep. I feel so full. Like my stomach was about to burst and cover the earth with all the flesh I'm composed of. I think I'm going to puke.... Gaaah.... This metal shell that covers me. What's going on? Why have I been punished like so? *A moment of pause* I have many sins. Some I did commit. Others did not. Every time you kill there's another you. The bad side to blame. People who haven't done it, wouldn't understand. Now I look into the darkness, listen to my body, the silent breath. Sad. When I was still back at my unit, I wished to get out. I did what I was told. ... When I achieved my goal, I found no other, now I'm driven by pure curiosity. What else is left to a man like me? Or used to be man. Methriel once said that people didn't live in bunkers. They had homes and gardens. Home would be a word for an over ground structure. A habitat of sorts. Garden as I was told was a botanically rich area. I've seen the pictures in the books. I saw them burn. I wonder what was the world before war. Corruption, billions of people, each oddly alone. There was joy but also it was easier to hide ones sins. There was so much of it that I can't even begin to describe. I wish not to. All tho to those who look from the past, our life is as low as it gets. I am quite found of what I have achieved. Life is more simple. Basicly you know whose your enemy. Back then it was not so easy I guess, with all the people, with all the emotion...
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After a day of walking around the area we were spawned in I've noticed no tracks but those of wilderness. I managed to find one lost soldier. He has been overtaken by madness. Blind, without both legs, cawling, feeding on dirt and rottening. He was repeating the same thing over and over "Help me, Nick, I'm over here, can't you see me? No don't leave me, don't!!". His body was shaking as if in agony, spasm after a spasm. I've searched him, no map, no ID, just some military equipment. To no use. Damaged. We left him alone, in silence...
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We mange to reach what was of a huge town, the center was sterilized. Nothing to look at but melted steel and everything that was not concrete or metal, vaporized. There were people living there. The outskirts. Seemed like a small fortress, one half broken skyscraper was fortified, there were piles of rubble strategically placed around that camp. I knew we were not dealing with just some survivors. Using Thefts IR scope I managed to see humanoid creatures there. It was worth a try, our food stock was running low since there wasn't much to hunt in these areas, just those cursed mole rats.
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The people living here accepted us with open hostility. In those times it's no wonder. Only machines do not hide, therefore who is unknown and not hiding is dead. Others hide, like the Shusts, the creatures seem to know when somebody is near. That's how most rookies got limbless. Hiding is an aggressive action so guns will fire upon you. Bad luck. After few minutes and four casualties Methriel gave away her position. They stopped shooting hearing a human voice. We offered a deal. They let us stay, we defend them. Simple. I had to take Methriels cloak to cover myself. Seeing me after you've ever met with a machine is your worst nightmare. The leader here is Arugula. An ex soldier. Just a regular grunt. Nothing special. He speaks of a Great War raging over power plant nr. 4. He's an NA soldier. The Nations Army is much bigger then the UEA I served in. The NA is a military organization that has the key to Eden. It has been exposed number of times. Arugula gave me a disc...
*blip*[The recording shows some big hall, black basalt floor, the walls wooden, a big logo of NA showing few soldiers in a line. Many officials in tuxes and military officers *Today, Ladies and Gentlemen, we have the honor to present the Eden's key! (Applause) The key has been kept in our most secure base for generations. Now all we have to do is to claim what is rightfully ours. Of corse except the Sons of Earth (SE) which is our main enemy, there will be minor fractions like United Empire Array and many others *Those bastard, they knew?* which will be trying to access the power plants and retrieve the key. Their efforts will be crushed under my new leadership, a leadership of peace to our people, a leadership that will lead to a new era. The end of the war. Gates to Eden!* the camera then shows a sort of a suitcase which is half open and inside you can see various crystals] *blip*
- Hmm, Is something bothering you leper boy?
- Just watching your archives.
- Hmm, whom were you fighting for?
- What's the concern?
- You should know, that we don't likely talk to strangers, you, you might be a scout right? I no.
- I'm just passing by, let us rest, trade weapons for food and were going away.
- Hmm ya, ya you might go, you might trade, but me, I'll be keeping my eye on you.
- Let it be....
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We spent two days in this camp. They had light, the glowing tree as some call it. It's quite dangerous to have those here. Strange they managed to survive with those on their hands. The light attracts things. And the tree? It's a carnivore. It feeds of flesh by catching you unaware, letting you fall into the pool of acids it made under your feet. Another rookie killer. The light is weak, and the stench is almost impassible, as if wrapping around you, almost solid... This place isn't safe either. It's full of traps set by those who live here, an ex unit of grunts and a few tag alongs. If they survive fine. If not, not my concern. We've got what we need and people started looking strange at me. I do make odd sounds and I do not sleep. If you ask me this thing here is nothing to last long. Were going deeper into the city,
- Oy boss man, what's yer status there laddie?
- It's ok, I can handle myself Theft. Just keep you eye out for the trees.
- Yeh I lost my bro to one of those when I was five.
The city is either dead or watching. You can sometimes see eyes in the darkness. I know few people who went mad thinking that someone was watching them all the time.
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After two days of travel when we were camping Arugula found us, covered in blood, not his. I wanted to shoot him but Methriel said no. Fair by me. But I'm sure he would shoot if he was in my place.
- Ya man, I'm gonna kill you! Kill you me say! You brought those with you
He tossed a metallic object
- You killed me friends, you have to....
He didn't finish. I put a bullet through his skull. The rest had to accept my choice. It was already done.
- Why?
- He was trouble, that thing he was holding is no coincidence, that's a military STT (Self Targeting
Transmitter), a homing or a calling device. And he, himself, from those
wounds he should be dead. I'll go and get his body, Theft cover me!
- Oy!
- Methriel get you med pack, I want to know what kept him running
- Your a real monster sometimes...
- That's what keeps me alive.
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His body was not quite normal, he was in a zombie state as Methriel called it. A dead body that kept moving by electric shocks generated by a small machine inside his chest. And the STT, still working. We decided to camp setting up multiple traps....
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The first thing that came that night was a lone scout droid. Of corse we knew that if we blast him this place either will be swarming with retrieval droids or nothing will happen. Not taking the risk. We watched as the droid went to the body, looked at it, and from the 10th floor of a skyscraper I saw the light, it moved, it searched. I knew it. All tho I somehow wanted to destroy it, there was a part that said no. It went away. Then a human came, first reaction, a shot. Both Theft and I shot. His head was blown off. Immediately we went over his body, just a flare, some food on which fungus was feasting and a knife. Other than that he was clean. Wrong choices are made.
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Thefts dead. I've never encountered a beast like that. All pale white, layers of thick skin, no eyes, wide armed with razor sharp teeth. Not much you could say but it was 5 floors big. It took a lot of pepper to bring it down. It all started when we were hunting mole rats, the critters reach your knees and that's top. Something else hunted them too. At first we thought that's it's a normal rat race. They travel that way. But we were wrong. There was an odd deep growling sound. When Theft was coming back ... we saw him flying many meters into the air, screaming. The beast ran over to Theft as he was shooting towards it. But with its mass, our bullets were too small. Theft got decapitated and eaten. There was nothing we could do. When it went away I found Methriel, all crying and shivering. her eyes were empty, just like the eyes other who lost their mind to the darkness. I took her hand and helped her to get up. She was all shaking, sad, unresponsive. There was no choice but to go. Such things happen. To all of us. The darkness is great and unexplored. Where humans who think they are civilized set mine fields, guard posts and hide behind the machine fence from the outside world. The last thing we heard was a roar of agony. Then we decided it's time to run...
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Methriel, me, the radiation. Don't know how but I know how many rads are there. I know that the main fuel rod storage is smashed open. Probably that's supposed to keep everyone out of here. My thoughts are running ... Why would somebody do such a thing? Unless they are hi tech.. The golem. Yes it is a chance but we lost Theft. I still hear the scream, snap, and the horrible silence that resulted later on. I think I can try and go in, with this exoskeleton of mine. If I can risk leaving her alone... again.
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Finally the rads worn off. They kept my data pad in a shock state. Unfunctional. I'm fine. I was in the power plant. Nobody was there, just as a planet of ghosts. I found traces of massive assaults but definitely that damage to the storage was not accidental. And it was done after the shooting ended. The computers there were offline. Most damaged, yet one kept running, displayed various information of witch origin or purpose I knew nothing. The core is running, the machine-implanted memory helped me... a lot. The rads are going wild, I've been glowing for two days almost. The whole thing adds a hellish glow to the darkness that surrounds it. A desolate, cold wasteland. Methriel on the other hand still is sick from the radiation, all sleepy, always tired, some skin burns. I hope that she will make it. Please...
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*Blip* [Camera shows a big fireplace made from various bodies, animal corpses, human corpses, everything that lives, around it there are robe dressed monks, their faces have no eyes, ripped out. Some have eyelids stitched together. There are some ritual cuts on their cheeks, they all seem the same. They chant something and behind them there is a field of old half broken skyscrapers. One of them seems to be converted into a bloody church, also some odd-looking animals are there, sort of a huge hairless dog/spider mix with chitin armor.]*Blip* This is for future generations to see... what has happened of those who dwell in the deeps.
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That church was full of sadistic fanatics, I saw them torturing humans and animals alike, eating their eyes, ripping their genitalia out. All live. They have filled me with hatred and shame for my own kind. What's that Great War in comperation to those personal tragedies? I still wonder what I should do. Luckily for me, there seems to be a battlefield near us. Machines. Hopefully they saw my flare...
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After we went through the battlefield, what the animals didn't eat, what was not rotten, destroyed or already stolen, we took it. As follows: Four food rations, each for seven days. Two functional flash/bang grenades, batteries, we needed those. Furthermore, one large med pack. Nothing more was there. We have to preserve ammunition and batteries. What's to come is to come. Were on our way to the second generator.
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In the darkness, I saw him, Theft, running around, hiding, following us. At first I thought it was just me, an illusion, no sleep, so much have been seen. But no, Methier felt watched so I decided to take him out, he was dead already. When I punched him I saw blood, saw that he is flesh and flesh is he. I asked him if it was he, he didn't remember anything. I explained, he denied it all; he said the same story about himself as he did the last time.. Something was wrong, he's arm, the one he lost and gained from the machines. It was on its place but it was also pure flesh, I broke it, I know. The question is, how come he is dressed in the same way as before and that he does not remember us... What's wrong? No creature I know can morph into humans, the darkness holds many secrets, he's one of them. He will stay. I do not sleep. He does.
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Now I know. I sleep. I do not know when or how. I know I have memory gaps, or maybe is it something taking over me? Theft seems to be fine. I think he might be who he thinks he is, I hear voices, not whispers, not sentences, but choirs that give me music. A music that resonates within my head like a cannon's shot in the darkness. Then they turn into silence, so empty...
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The days pass by. We travel, we fight, we hunt. We are hunted. Methriel is still half mad, she sometimes stares into the darkness, points a finger and says "There". At firs I got up and went scouting, I thought she did something. On occasion she sings, with a voice that chills me to the bone. A voice of a dying child. Theft is quiet, he does not trust us. I do not blame him. He's free to go. There are things that I feel. Things I cant explain, I feel as if the whole darkness around us will engulf us at a loss of the last battery. That's soon, too soon.
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We went far. We are at some ruined camp. Those who inhabited are long dead. Bleached bones, rusted items and long gone campfire. We managed to salvage few glowing funguses. Not much, pretty deadly. They feast upon your flesh. After few days of carrying them you'll be glowing yourself, they will grow on you and into you, many may be in pain. To some, it's nothing. It's empty, cold, we must be near one of the main air ducts. The wind is very strong, I've seen many objects flying away. The air is no longer a stagnated stench, but a breath that carries the smell of wet ground. They say that the air ducts are important. They provide the oxygen. Bullshit. As a commando I took many of them out and still our enemies did not suffocate. The air comes form elsewhere....
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We have to walk around the air duct, the wind is too strong, we were thrown by it various times. Theft broke a rib and left us off. He said were madmen looking for death. He does not believe our story. Let the darkness give peace to him.
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The last battery is dead. It might be that so are we. With no light our only line of vision is the fungous. But we threw it out. I don't want to risk Methriels health. She suffered enough because of me. Sometimes I think I see things passing, I hear, I feel, yet my eyes remain shut, I must protect her.

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After two days of travel when we were camping Arugula found us, covered in blood, not his. I wanted to shoot him but Methriel said no. Fair by me. But I'm sure he would shoot if he was in my place. "Ya man, I'm gonna kill you! Kill you me say! You brought those with you" He tossed a metallic object "You killed me friends, you have to...." he didn't finish. I put a bullet through his skull. The rest had to accept my choice. It was already done. "Why?" He was trouble, that thing he was holding is no coincidence, that's a military STT, a homing or a calling device. And he, himself, from those wounds he should be dead. Ill go and get his body, Theft cover me "Oy!" Methriel get you med pack running, I want to know what kept him running "Your a real monster sometimes..." That's what keeps me alive.
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His body was not quite normal, he was in a zombie state as Methriel called it. A dead body that kept moving by electric shocks generated by a small machine inside his chest. And the STT, still working. We decided to camp setting up multiple traps....
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The first thing that came that night was a lone scout droid. Of corse we knew that if we blast him this place either will be swarming with retrieval droids or nothing will happen. We watched as the droid went to the body, looked at it, and from the 10th floor of a skyscraper I saw the light, it moved, it searched. I knew it. All tho I somehow wanted to destroy it, there was a part that said no. It went away. Then a human came, first reaction, a shot. Both Theft and I shot. His head was blown off. Immediately we went over his body, just a flare, some food and a knife. Other than that he was clean. Wrong choices are made.
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I finally left her, Methriel. She got most of my supplies, weaponry and drugs. I hope she can make it on her own like she did. I'm too much of a threat. If I was the team leader and had someone like me in my team I would dispose of him... As a threat to the team. It's hard to live, not feeling the wind on your skin, not finding peace, not sleeping. Odd. I thought of sleep as something natural and not really needed. Now I see how much I lack the ability to dream. When all of time becomes one. That's how I walk away.
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I don't know how many days passed. Walking alone in the darkness *some sound of something crawling and some rubble falling* I found no purpose. I should have been on my way to check those power plants. Yet I cannot do it alone. I don't know why. I feel no urge. Just the small need in my mind to go somewhere else. Hard to say why. Maybe so my days wont be the same. I think I made an error leaving Methriel. I am guilty.
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It took me almost a week to find her. She was wounded, bleeding, a trail of blood. She shot at me when I encountered her, sweaty, dirty, I saw nothing but fear in her eyes. I realized at that moment that I could no longer feel the way I used to. Physically I could just feel the cold, not the heat but the bone chilling cold. I knocked her out. I had to. Patched the wounds, took onto my shoulder and walked away....
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She does not speak, eyes opened yet not looking. I see bite marks on her hand, her own. What happened when I left her? I can only try and imagine. She kept repeating "One... just one, two is enough, three will be mine". I shut my eyes but my head is empty, I can hear my own breathing... If I could call it that way. There's something going on. People like her don't go mad from day to day. Silence. All that is left.
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She's fine, it took some time, she says she remembers only few men, all dressed in powered armors. Hell I don't know if that's possible, but if it's true, it means big trouble, she was told something, just remembers bits of it, were on our way, the power plant no.1 is in sight.
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The power plant. Different than I imagined. Its huge. It does mach the data put into my brain. But it's all dead. Broken, shattered windows, huge concrete reactor chimneys cracked in half. I know its a nuclear fusion plant. If it has fuel, I have the program, I could try to start it up.... Methriels doing fine, still I do not understand, this is THE power plant. One of four, everyone was supposed to be battling for it. Yet I can barely see traces of natural life ... what the... that's it! Methriel were pulling out! "Why? Is something wrong?" Radiation....
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It was true, it just struck me, the radiation. Don't know how but I know how many rads are there. I know that the main fuel rod storage is smashed open. Probably that's the work to keep everyone out of here. My thoughts are running ... Why would somebody do such a thing? Unless they are hi tech.. The golem. Yes it is a chance but we lost Theft. I still hear the scream, snap, and the horrible silence that resulted later on. I think I can try and go in, with this exoskeleton of mine. If I can risk leaving her alone... again.
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Finally the rads worn off. They kept my data pad in a shock state. Unfunctional. I'm fine. I was in the power plant. Nobody was there, just as a planet of ghosts. I found traces of massive assaults but definitely that damage to the storage was not accidental. And it was done after the shooting ended. The computers there were offline. Most damaged, yet one kept running, displayed various information of which origin or purpose I knew nothing. The core is running, the machine-implanted memory helped me... a lot. The rads are going wild, I've been glowing for two days almost. The whole thing adds a hellish glow to the darkness that surrounds it. A desolate, cold wasteland. Methriel on the other hand still is sick from the radiation, all sleepy, always tired, some skin burns. I hope that she will make it. Please...
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*Blip* [ Camera shows a big fireplace made from various bodies, animal corpses, human corpses, everything that lives, around it there are robe dressed monks , their faces have no eyes, ripped out. Some have eyelids stitched together. There are some ritual cuts on their cheeks, they seem the same. They chant something and behind them is an old half broken skyscraper, which seems to be converted into a bloody church, also some odd-looking animals are there, sort of a huge hairless dog/spider mix with chitin armor.]*Blip* This is for future generations to se... what has became of those who dwell in the deeps.
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That church was full of sadistic fanatics, I saw them torturing humans and animals alike, eating their eyes, ripping their genitalia out. All live. They have filled me with hatred and shame for my own kind. What's the all out war that I can hear in comperation to those personal tragedies? I still wonder what I should do. Luckily for me, there seems to be a battlefield near us. Activated. Hopefully they saw my flare...
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After we went through the battlefield, what the animals didn't eat, what was not rotten, destroyed or already stolen, we took it. As follows: Four food rations, each for seven days. Two functional flash/bang grenades, batteries, we needed those. Furthermore, one large med pack. Nothing more was there. We have to preserve ammunition and batteries. What's to come, is to come. Were on the way to the second generator.
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In the darkness, I saw him, Theft, running around, hiding, following us. At first I thought it was just me, an illusion, no sleep, so much have been seen. But no, Methier felt watched so I decided to take him out, he was dead already. When I punched him I saw blood, saw that he is flesh and flesh is he. I asked him if it was he, he didn't remember anything. I explained, he denied it all, he said the same story as he did last time, all about himself. Something was wrong, he's arm, the one he lost and gained from the machines. It was on place but it was also pure flesh, I broke it, I know. The question is, how come he is dressed the same, does not remember us... What's wrong? No creature I know can morph into humans, the darkness holds many secrets, he's one of them. He will stay. I do not sleep. He does.
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Now I know. I sleep. I do not know when or how. I know I have memory gaps, or maybe is it something taking over me? Theft seems to be fine. I think he might be who he thinks he is, I hear voices, not whispers, not sentences, but choirs that give me music. A music that resonates within my head like a cannon's shot in the darkness. Then they turn into silence, so empty...
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The days pass by. We travel, we fight, we hunt. We are hunted. Methriel is still half mad, she sometimes stares into the darkness, points a finger and says "There". At firs I got up and went scouting, I thought she did see something. On occasion she sings, with a voice that chills me to the bone. A voice of a dying child. Theft is quiet, he does not trust us. I do not blame him. He's free to go. There are things that I feel. Things I can't explain, I feel as if the whole darkness will engulf us at a loss of the last battery. That's soon, too soon.
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Methriel, her eyes still carry the traces of madness. The gentle smile, I never saw it before. She cleans me from dirt and blood. I remain silent. I watch the darkness as it watches me. What's behind it? That curtain of never-ending? She finishes and sits near, takes some food, she offers me but I have to refuse. There's barely left for one person. She has to live. The sleepless nights remember me of all the wrongdoings of my past. The look on the faces. That motionless state. I remember that sight. He was eighteen. A young fresh drafted soldier. Full of hope. He stood there, talking about what he will do, what here he will become, then the shooting started. He dropped dead. His coffee spilled and his eyes looked at me, still, but they were cold. So cold, soon after, the dirt form the explosion buried him. I never want to see this face again, yet it is in my memory. Now I never look them into the eyes. The only eyes within which I find peace are Methriels.
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She keeps me alive. I know that I have nothing more to achieve. She does. She can go and have a better life. Just like my family would. I wonder what happened to them.
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We have encountered a patrol. I saw those uniforms before. I knew what they were after. I wanted to run but something changed, ticked. A tiny silent sound in my head and I lost all control. As if the madness and fear drove me. I cried desperately to stop. The bullets from the heavy guns pushed me backwards, bent my armor, I felt the pain. The more of it, the stronger the creature that was controlling me. The swiftness of battle, death in a flash. After the creature was done slaughtering the soldiers, how else do you call tearing flesh from bone with bare arms, it saw an APC (Armored Personnel Carrier) approaching, the heavy bullets went through me, I felt the blood flow into my lungs, I felt that my arm was broken, the shattered bone, limp limb. There it was. Steel and solid. It wanted to get in. It wanted to enter. It could not. The steel stopped it. It banged its head, the broken arm, everything, the head plate was bent damaged and my skull felt as if it was about to collapse. The soldiers inside must have been in terror, the howling, it was not my voice, a voice of metal and rage. I blackened out. The next thing I knew was that I could barely move. Methriel was at my side. The APC was still there, the metal on it was bent from the beating. What happened to the soldiers? I don't know. Neither does Methriel.
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My wound heal. My pain goes away. We walk, no food or anything. Maybe we left life somewhere behind? The ground here is different. Dry, hard. Just like the life.
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The hunger. Poor Methriel. She's all flesh and starving. I don't need that much food. I'll have to put her to sleep and go hunting, fast. Run fast. Search wide. There must be something I can do. She can't die. Not this way. Not now. I close my eyes and run.... again.
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A human.
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Strangest things you might find here. It was more horror. A human, long cape, red, dusty red and shredded. A helmet with broken visor, a broken rusted respirator, a rottening body and a gun that will fire no more. I recognize that uniform. I did wear it in the old days. Maybe he's my comrade? What is he doing here? When I approached he stared at me, pointed a finger and spoke the words of all his sins, it was a confession, he cried then turned angry and accused me of the same sins. He laughed... Now he is no more but a memory. This story will have no end as I refuse to tell it...
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The Data pad shows were no more than three days from the third, main reactor.
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We were close. Maybe too close. When we were two days away, a light so bright that it almost burned our unadjusted eyes engulfed us, we drowned in it seeking shelter, like the creatures of the darkness we are. The smell of fire, that warm touch. I shielded Methriel. I have no idea what it was but it came as rapidly as it went away, carrying many things within itself, tossing us far away. I have no eyes. But lenses. Mechanical ones. But Methriel, she cried, she screamed and asked for what is she punished? She's a good person. Yet her fate is one of the worst. The darkness is within her as well. Clouded eyes, a dead gaze. She can see no longer. Will it end like this to me as well? How much horror do I have to see? I know, the cities, they were not built for civilization, those high walls were not to protect, but to burry things we did not wish to see. They are the cage that keeps the animals out. Animals that I have seen both beast and human form. What is going on? Why the propaganda? Why the small camps? So many unknowns but I don't think the answers would change anything.
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The reactor is rubble. Burned to the ground. We could see the hellish aura from far away. The whole, city size, huge complex burnt to the ground. Is this where the flash came from? And what are the machines doing here? They go through rubble, they search for something. Methriel has been silent for the past few days, since the incident. She just smiles and touches me. My cold, hard body. I can see the searchlights far away. Now the doubt reaches my head. Is it possible to run the elevator with just three or two power plants? I wish we could just walk away but this time I want answers, even through pain, I leave Methriel with all my equipment. Sliding down the crater the drones see me, they flash onto my eyes but still I can see them, they resume their previous work. Another thing that has never been heard of. They always attack. I approach but every time I get too close they relocate. Far away. I run but it's like chasing the wind. I examine the rubble. Nothing of any value, whatever can burn is burning. Rusted metal chunks, fences, rocks, dirt. One place calls me, it wishes for my presence, it wants me near. I submit, I can hear voices, they are here. I lift the metal plate and I see a dead body. A UEA officer. He's dead but still fresh. He's not burning but as if he's heart just stopped beating. I saw those eyes once, they chase me, I run, fast, fast, faster! They can't catch me! Not now, please! Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!
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The stench of fresh flesh, dripping blood, a room, blank, gray walls, darkness. I came here. To what end I can not even think of. It seems like this is a sort of a storage room. All bodies have been stripped and have had their skin removed. Second, there not whole. I can barely tell what is what. I can distinguish some of it, sometimes. I can hear screams down below, they call out for help. I have no courage to go down. I just sit there with my eyes closed, hope it will all go away. The walls are covered with rusty, thick blood, strange signs that glow... I can hear gunshots. Then it all goes silent and the flash appears again. I turn my mind off and let whatever is going to happen, happen.
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I awoke, between the rubbles. The fire is gone, so are the machines. I will try to find Methriel.
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She has been there, all the time, she told me she knew that I would return, she also said that an Angel is calling towards us, that's how she named the flash. She said that when she felt the angel for the second time he brought pain and mercy. I examine her body. There's a sign on her arm. I can't say what is it but it does look like a figure of an angel. A circle under which a long triangle rests, on the sides two smooth triangles, forming somewhat of an icicle shape. I saw it before but I can't remember where....
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We walk upon the path, the fourth generator. But I think were doing wrong, I am missing something.
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We approached a city, bleached skeletons and many wrecks suggest of its former power, we will find shelter here, I can find animal tracks. Maybe it's time to settle? If this place is safe. So is she.
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The process of dying. This place is dead. Are we as well? I can't feel my breath, my warmth. I am cold, like every other object. Yet, I think. I ask myself what to do but all the answers are buried within the sands of time. The recent events, so many unknowns. I look around and see the walls, some writings that I can't make out, cars, scrap, and the silence that's interrupted only by a train. It would seem that there is a functional power line here. The train is rusted, no windows, no passengers, no lights. It just goes somewhere and returns. I don't want to know where. This place seems safe. It's time to rest. Not for me, but for her.
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I've been around the city. Its not all that big. Divided into sectors by huge walls. Some are down, others still standing. A hiding place for a wrecked soul.
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Spent some more time familiarizing myself with this place. The traps are set, there's an underground river, the waters good. Animal tracks are scattered here, that means there will be meat.
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I watch her all the nights. I look at her, on



Poetry by Golem
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Written on 2007-03-12 at 19:44

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Individuality
a suggestion, perhaps posting this in stages? it will not appear so daunting then with its length. not many i have found are willing to sit down and read throughly such a lengthy piece though if posted in sections it would get read better :)
2007-03-12