All I could remember, to the cold concrete floors, waking up inside a bunker.

  Stone Cold Valley inside a deep wood, Snow Covering the Machine Gun Post Bunker, Whistling Cold past her with unbearable temperature. Her hand started to get colder with every wind.

  -"Where's everyone?..."

  One cartridge is left and a rifle is beside her. Standing clear from the outside, covered in red liquid. The radio for help is silent on her backs as the bodies lit the outside, concrete bunkers, which smashed into a giant crush hole as a door was beside it leading to a trenches network outside, as she walks forwards, the echoes inside scatters as the wind blows highs up aboves, as it’s swirls around of monsoon combining of ice cold northern life, with her boots step to the knew snows as if walking nails on a chalkboard with styrofoam feel as she crunches, the snow have been deeper as time moves, with the trenches walls still barely intact as snow covers the wooden boards of the trenches.

  With continue walking

  A light cast beside the crumbling wall, a searchlight inbound in the sky, a flare was shot from ground zero, grooming on the sky with the slow descends, it wasn’t far as the bang can be heard from the left.

  The skies, it was so bright, the red hollow light, the speaks of salvation, might be the definition of what they called it? So much so, as it slowly descends wit the snows continue to pops with the dark to invisible skyes, as it covered by the cloud of gas up above, trapping any resembles of heat, I can feel the frozen reeks inside the suit, no matter how much layers, it will never be anti, just a resistant.

  As then, she walks a step with each step upon the snows, all the bodies around, it blends with the snows, as many pilled and mostly eaten by the tundra.

  With continue walking, the lips now dry to the freezing airs, as then, the flairs now almost on top, it was as watching a full moon, as in front of her, a body, who’s wearing a white jacked as others, but a patch on the side, as it reads “670 “, with a skull insignia, now their can truly become one with bones, just a layer of rotten meat that even flee won’t touch as the cold roughs around.

  As then, she just looks upon the unmoving body, it’s left legs have been broken in half, with plate carrier and a helmet, even with multiple layers, it won't do much as he is wet, the ice bath was just a play. As then, the eyes open, with it looking to the gloom darkness that stares at him, as then she suddenly drops down, with the gun she holds smash on the snow, with her holding her hands outwards and on top of her. As she went on to speak, her mouth felt rough as the course felt touch upon her throat, her body slows, as much, she fluoride from the storm, speaking as her throat suffocated.

  As she speaks, a brittle and underpowered voice.

  “Oh.. light of judgement.. all great knowing, by blessed by heart and souls, heal the wound of the undead, and revert the”

  As then, the pain on her mind coursed through, with high tension of headache up to the corner, with her nerves all the place felt a burning electric shock, as the pains sank her, as her hand was still on top of him.

  With 670, he used the energy of one self, to pull his arm and push it away her arms aways, with his last energy, his eyes were left there, stoic and unmoving.

  For much of times as usually,

  What, what does that mean..

  But the muscle spas all around unstable hands with a tight grip on her chest and with it, she missed multiple remarks.  The last remains and the sorrows and guilt crunch into the air and that's everything; all of the body is gone, the blue light starts to bleak and the sky is getting darker.

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  She pacing to pick up the gun, as then shifting the safety of the kalashnikov style rifle, as she quickly aims for the one she hates, closing her eyes, the madness persists in her view, though shallow with wind cascades around her, though tangled and destroyed the reasoning cunning ways, she wishes her deed to be in vain.

  The radio sounds louder and louder and a voice appears before her ear.

  "This is C:7 Helcot 05-2 Smith Drockut, we received a distress signal. Copy company 63?"

  Her breath and the whistling wind were all he heard, chartered mind on the abyssal, throbbing heart as it felt about to self-destruct. The rifle dropped and she stood up to all her comrades. All her memories will last. Picking up the radio on her waist, losing consciousness, balance and reality. All she can think of is...

  "This is Helios-Echo, a response to our distress signal. Code 999.”

  As all unfolds, She walks beside the concrete away from the cold, laying down on the hot concrete and closing to dusk, the cold weather getting bizarre, his mind in a pile of lines, with the smell of monsters, the smell of a magic, the smell that can be remember for eternity for her..

  -"I wish."...

  Even though her heart has been stepped on.

  "I will"

  -"Save you…"

  Even if at times I stumble,

  It’s so cold, it’s so cold, it’s so cold, but.

  I will save you, I will save all of you, I will kill them, I will avenge you all, I will try to be of better use to everyone.

  I can always hear the voice that rupture my mind, I always wonder on how, now matter how much nobody acknowledge what I’ve done, what I’ve works upon, no matter that, why do I still love you, every single eyes glare, every single silence of us, it hurt, truly is.

  I’ve always wondered if you would cry one more time, on nobody.

  A man was sitting inside a jail cells, the walls was concretes, lines of yellows that reaches across the areas, where lies ahead many rooms beyonds, a single beds and a bar on the rooms to keep the inside stays, looking down while in a yellow jumpsuits, the dirty floors that sucks in fresh airs to release smells of sweats that lingers, his sides has a patch of which his number appears, Zero, zero, four, written in white impact fonts in a black square patches. Holding his head while staying in the dirty abyssal, with a ceiling fan blowing towards him, the sounds of steps trickle down to the jail cells, the keys rub with each other, the sounds of metals grinding with the silent hallways.

  The boots sound heavy and it’s not alone, as then, an armed guard appears, with a taser to the side, pepper spray and a pistol, ready to kill, looking down upon me. The guards looking inside the cells, lies a man with no destiny, there with two more guards comes to the cells, while him dwindling inside his imaginations. Guard stands firm and, with elegance and fashion, reads

  “Mr Mikhail, please look up,” his voice stoic and calms, as mikhail silence, in trances by the grey floors with many little dots of imperfection

  He says, in the same voice

  “Your new codename will be Lite, keep it at that” with one of the guards opening the steal doors where a man was approaching to the guards, Lite looking slightly see a man in a white collars with the guards standby the man get inside the cells while two of the guards join on boards the other one sitting outsides the man wearing a suit for business, looking on him the material is elegances in quality on navy blue with the right fits. The man in suit walking up towards him the guards hostering their firearms ready for any alteration, the man approaches with a bag on the right hands, placing it on the dirty floor which cause debris to pollute some of the airs, as then, he squats down on the levels of Lites Lite looks back at his face, his eyes is bright in white with a tint of glow insides, Lite pupils dilated with in the darkness, heart, stretch to its limit, with the skin sweats across for more fluid with hair that is dark brown with a ponytail, his face is muscular and to well trains, with his physique fits for an athletes, he clear up his throat with gritty noise and says in a calm, kind voices.

  “Lite, what did you encounter when you met the person in the Luhansk theatre?” with him, quietly waiting for a responds, But nothing appears

  “ You found an anomaly, a person, who broke our laws, what do you think of that? Your squad”

  Lite Looking upon him straights, his eye were dark browns and empty, his eyebags is big as his eyelids, tired and empty, his voice roughs yet stiff, with a words coming on his lips

  “Fuck off..”

  That’s all the heard of Lite, a word so short, his mouth moving erratically, shaking my own words. The man, see his responds, his eyes lowered towards the floors,

  “We have an Offer for you. And it's a chance for another life.” The man speaks mildly with no intentions for provocative nor warm, as if water flows on the relaxing forest rivers. Lite, breathing flows with the rivers around him, the man speaks

  “ If you don't wish to come, we can leave you be, you will be out in 12 years, of course, there is a caviare. You will be working with us, a new opportunity, so how will you choose?”

  Lite feels uneasy, his throat now less dense than before and his palm sweats with his replies for help.

  “ Yes.”

  The man stood up, with his face now tilted smiles, as now, calm and numbness all over, the feeling of rivers devoid of thoughts, sleepiness is attracted by the situation. Oh, his arm is already at my neck.