Chapter 1 and Prologue – Strange Times
I write this, as I begin to fade, I will give my story. I hope that somebody can find this, maybe they'll kill me before I meet my slow fate, who knows. I want to tell a story that no one will want to tell, that none will believe but regardless, it is the truth…
It all began 40 years ago…
I, along with a large amount of others, women, men and even teenagers took up voluntary jobs in an excavation job by this group that was newly formed, the Coalition of "Ordered" Governments. The payoff was free shelter, food, and other necessary things, that the things we did would greatly benefit the ongoing research on something that would end this everlasting conflict…the Pendulum Wars…
I was just a teen that left my family, I didn't want to be forced to fight an unjust war. Similar to me were many other teens that left their families or were even abandoned by them, we were told to go underground….that would be something we would all…regret…
Light in the Dark…
living underground for a few months now we were all regretting this decision, the living conditions were terrible, simple shanty homes that had tattered, old, somewhat destroyed cots in them with somewhat makeshift ovens, fridges, and tables to eat on. Our…"Overseers" were nothing better than prison guards, not allowing us to leave, some were, even beaten down if they even tried to sneak away and were caught, we were now trapped underground. We were forced on a daily basis to dig, with no rhyme or reason why we were told to do so, only we kept digging, eventually the shanties we called homes fell apart, carving and digging our own homes, moving everything inside. One day as we all were undergoing digging as usual, someone sprung a leak of some weird fluid, it was glowing, giving a brighter light to the tunnels than the poorly made string lighting. The fluid was taken by some of the researchers, and was eventually given the name, imulsion…they turned it into the replacement for gasoline, and even fuel for space weaponry. The imulsion would soon be part of our downfall.
Unwillingly transformed…
the fluid…the imulsion was bountiful for those researchers and everyone on the surface, but it soon became hell for us. It made some of us sick, heavy coughing and deterioration of the lungs and even strange deformities. We eventually all were infected with this new sickness, given the term "Rustlung" and our "overseers" got scared that we would try to escape and spread this uncureable sickness to the surface, destroying civilization. They overtime built actual homes for us, giving us well prepared food and electric generators for the homes, they seemed to be kind for once. We slowly took these offerings thinking that we were going to be used as guinea pigs for some sick experiment, but it turned out to be that the homes were legit, we slowly and eventually moved into the homes, in the times that we slept they built piping, large extensions that pumped that cursed fuel to the surface to be refined…some of us took relief to this, as children were being born here in this underground and parents were concerned about their children being infected. The sickness began to change us, our skin turning almost scaly, rough and hard. The color denaturing to a gray or black depending on the exposure. Our nails turning into claws, large unclippable claws that were like stones. Some of their vocal cords transformed into something as if they've torn. Resulting in very garbled speech, grunts and huffs being the new ways some spoke, their speech limited to short phrases. Over time our bodies went under final transformations, the teeth enlongating and their lips receeding down to the gums, showing the gray and sharp new teeth some of us had. We were monsters…
Trapped in the dark…
our overseers finally decided to pull the plug on the project, seeing us as not even humans they abandoned us…while we were all working in the deepest tunnel and suddenly felt shaking, the COG had destroyed all of the known entrances and exits…we were trapped inside the tunnels…we were all alone…some of us had tried to find a way out, but the rocks were so unstable that a large group of rocks just made a larger rock wall
Revenge in the making…
We became enraged…how that the COG could abandon hundreds…no thousands now, of their own people. The number continuing to grow as time went on, us as these…things, there was a few people that weren't effected, and turned into some sick sport a fight to the survival, whoever won, became the leader. We were becoming like tribal savages, the woman that managed to win this brutal game was some teenager named Myrahh, the daughter of some former researcher that was left behind. She was the new leader…
Gears of War
Emergence