Chapter 1 - Intro
"Yes yes, I know, the Surface is dangerous." A young man walked in the snow, the soft crunch of his boots muffled by the cold frigid wind. He was armed with an Ak, the gun itself scratched and rusted in some parts. But it still shoots. He breathed heavily, the Gas mask muffling his breaths. He walked his eyes scanning for anything. He was a Ranger of the Order down in the Metro. His blue eyes looked as cold as ice. "I'm fine Jeremiah, just a bit cold.." The man seemed to be talking to nothing as he approached a ruined building. "Could you do me a favor and scout around that building?" A sound like a soft growling replied. "Thanks, Jeremiah…" The man moved up closer to the building, Jeremiah letting out a soft sound. "Yeah, Nosasalies terrifying beasts…" The wastes of Moscow Russia where extremely dangerous, after the nuclear missiles rained down the world was plunged into a wintery sleep. The atmosphere unable to be breathed without a gas mask.
The man crawled in through a window, quietly. He spotted three of the beasts, muscular, armed with teeth and claws they resembled lions but without the fur they crawled on four legs, their breath fogging in the cold... But they were still killable... The man took a breath, his hands gripping his Ak fiercely. "Alright… here we go… you and me Jeremiah…" The man stood upright swiftly, His finger moving straight for the trigger, RAPT TATA TATA TATA! The bullets impaled themselves into the flesh of the mutants. One down, two, then "Oh SHIT!" the third creature pounced on the man, it ripped his gas mask off. The man was in trouble, the beast only being held back his own hands. "JEREMIAH!" the entity known as Jeremiah hit an old chair towards the mutant, the chair shattering loudly as the creature howls. "S-shit.. *Cough* J-Jeremiah… T-try *cough cough* something… el~" The entity soon finds a large rock, the stone flying half-heartedly towards the beast. It hits it with a loud SNAP! Of breaking bones. The Mutant falls dead. "M...my m..ask. J..J.."
The sun shone brightly, birds chirped loudly as the sound of cars and people talking filled the air. A small child stood up, the jacket he had on was a small down jacket, it had dinosaurs on the soft plush pillows. "Mama! I want to go play with the other children!"
"Now now, you know you need to get to school."
"But mama!"
"That's enough Kalain!"
"Yes, mama…"
"We can play with the others later, after school, okay?"
"Yes mama.." The small child walked with his mother, they were headed for the car, it was a tan sedan, its windows clear, but dirty. The child turned around he saw the large apartment building. It was his home, the only home he had known for about eight years. As he walked, small rocks and stones would move around that seemed impossible for him to reach without dropping his mother's hand. The child walked and when they got to the car it shook like something hit it, his mother seemed unphased by the experience, only a slight tiredness in her young eyes. "Jeremiah, don't do that, you'll break it and then I can't get to school. Or get back!" the entity stopped messing with things, there was no reply. His mother finally reacted… Not bad, just slightly surprised. Like she was already used to it.
Kalain awoke his cracked mask next to him. "J… Jeremiah.. *cough*" He slowly came to, his vision dark, clouded and his lungs screaming out in agony. He thought to Jeremiah: Jeremiah, I need a new mask… soon… The entity scoured the building, finding only a small box. It opened it with a loud BANG! The dusty mask lying on the bottom of the metal box on the wall next to a spare filter. Thanks… Jeremiah Kalain struggled to get to his feet, an immense pain in his head and shoulder and a warm trickle coming from the same shoulder. He walked, trying to get to the mask… "J-Jeremiah. Please… help." Kalain coughed loudly, almost wheezing, the cold air biting his face. Kalain rushed towards the open metal box clawing for every second of life. The howl of a passing Nosalies fills the room, "*cough gasp* Blyat... " He trips, his wounded shoulder hitting the concrete "*COUGH COUGH*" A Nosalies ran towards him Kalain pulled out his revolver, BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! The Nosalis falls down dead, Kalain's ears rung painfully but he carried on. "I... Need to... Get... to... The... *Cough cough cough…*"
Kalain gets up, his shoulder bleeding badly now the scent of blood driving the mutants to him. "Two shots…" He runs, finally reaching the mask. The mask was slightly cracked but not completely crushed. He puts the new mask on, he coughs and wheezes but he begins to breathe normally again.. Kalain looks back to the hallway he just ran through, his AK sitting at the other end of the decrepit, cracked, and grey hallway. He wipes the dust from the mask his blood-soaked glove leaving a smear of blood over the mask. He prepared to sprint towards his AK so that he would stand a small chance against the horde of oncoming mutants. He lifted up his worn out revolver, the wooden grip faded with sweat and scratched from years and years of use and circulation. Opening the chamber Kalain quickly reloads the weapon, 6 shots and 12 left. "COME ON!" He set off the force of his footfalls cracking the weakened tiles of the hallway. He ran past large windows, snow, and ice blasting him as he ran. But that didn't stop the Nosalises.
6 shots rang out, bullets flew into the growing crowd of Nosalies killing only 2 and injuring the other four. "CYKA!" He quickly reloaded as he ran, firing 6 more shots into the pack. He ran and ran his legs and crashing down onto the tiling. He sprinted, every step sending a shock wave of pain from his shoulder throughout his body. Every second, coming close to death and life at the same time. He passes by a window, the wind clawing at his skin. His jacket blowing at the edges of his vest, bags of bullets jingled with his steps. A loud roar echoed throughout the building. "Demon… Shit!" He tried to run faster, but it was too late. Before he could react and shoot the giant, scaled, red dragon-esque mutant, he was grabbed up in its talons. "AH! OH BLYAT!" He was thrown around, the sound of breaking bones filling his ears and extreme pain filling his body. "JEREMIAH! KILL IT AGH!" Jeremiah had to act fast, or Kalain would die. The entity began to choke the demon, its loud roars slowly growing quieter as the air was choked out of mutant flapped its wings three times running into a pillar and letting go of Kalain sending him to the edge of the window. Which wouldn't be too much of a problem, if he wasn't 5 stories off the ground on this side of the building. His gloved hands struggling to grab onto anything to prevent his demise. His hands still slick with blood made it hard for him to grab onto anything. His hand found a piece of rebar to grasp onto, the momentum continued over and his chest slammed into the concrete.
He hung on for dear life, blood dripping slowly down his arms. He attempted to pull himself up, wincing loudly he tried to climb using the jutting out rebar. Concrete dust fell onto his mask, the white dust sticking to the smeared blood on the mask. The Demon bolted out from the window, the sudden appearance of the beast making Kalain lose the grip of the rebar, with only one hand he winced and then the rebar began shifting. "Ya nikogda ne pluchayu pereryv?" He again tried to pull himself up, returning his other hand to the rebar. He pulls himself up, the concrete giving out under the weight of him and his gear. The rebar crunches the concrete, Kalain quickly grabbing onto a slab of concrete as the rebar finally comes out and plummets down to the ground. He uses his free hand to grab over his other hand moving across the window. He comes to a mess of rebar and uses them to pull himself up strenuously.
He finally got himself up, his shoulder gash still bleeding. "Well… Jeremiah. This is probably it…" A low growling replied to him "I... take... it... back, the surface is a cyka… ugh.." Kalain grabbed his injured shoulder the blood steaming from the cold. Jeremiah floated around Kalain, it being worried and scared. "I-I'll be fine... Jeremiah… Don't be so… Ugh… Nervous…" Kalain reached for his Ak, the gun's cold and worn metal sticking to the warm blood on his gloves. He took out the magazine, "12 shots…" He put the magazine back into the weapon. His hands shook, mostly from the loss of blood, but there was fear, and Jeremiah sensed it, just like he had sensed it several years ago. 6 years ago The tunnels were dark, damp, and cold. It had been 10 years since the missiles rained down upon Moscow… Kalain was only 18, and eager to join the Rangers. He was close to Polis Station from his own station, though he had to cross bandit territory to get there. Though he wasn't scared, he had Jeremiah, the best help one could wish for in the Metro.