#unholyhumanity

[curedofdisease]

... Excuse me?

[agoldenlight]

@rejoicingindistance, @bloodredecho, @divinemonstrosityy, @unholyhumanity, @immoral--immortal, @hymnsforthemutilated, @ssomethingluminous, @sugarsweetshow, @neverstrayneverbreak, @joshuagrovepenitentiary, @curedofdisease, @viraldesigner, @blackerthanthewhitee

Hiiiiiiii~

[divinemonstrosityy-blog]

... Hey.... hey, what the hell-- What the fuck are you doing, huh? Caleb? Get the fuck off the flo-- are you okay???

[call-me-vico]

HEY KORSE. HEY. MASTER IN CHIEF. CAPTAIN MY CAPTAIN. Does anyone know his frequency? Lives are at stake.

[divinemonstrosityy-blog]

... What have you been doing--

[divinemonstrosityy-blog]

Hey @unholyhumanity. I saw that you got cleared this morning. Good job. I’m heading out tonight on a patrol, you know you’re coming with, right?

[divinemonstrosityy-blog]

Hey.

If you think you’re not ready, let me know now. I don’t want you to hold me back.

[divinemonstrosityy-blog]

sea of the dead

Quite frankly, it was disgusting. Even she wasn’t proud of what they were doing, though she couldn’t quite deny the satisfaction boiling in her gut at the sight of it. Bodies dropping, faster than flies. The efficiency of it all. The sheer horror of it.

Spotting the small desert town in the first place had been kind of surprising. Of course, she’s heard about such refuges before, and she’d maybe caught sight of a few in her brief travels throughout the Zones, but the thought - the idea that so many people had managed to cram themselves into so small of a space. It was almost amazing, if it didn’t further her disgust at how pathetic and pestlike such an existence had to be. Rodents, all of them. Dirty and frantic, like the animals they resembled.

Rachel hoped they’d be finished soon. For her brother’s sake.

Speaking of... Rachel squinted out towards the lip of the town. The settlement looked to be no more than a great deal of carts and crates all piled up on top of each other, more in the shape of a market than anything else, and the entrance itself was a little hard to decipher. In the end, the two had just made it easy for themselves and blocked out the whole road from where a path divulged from it into the tiny colony. Anyone who tried to skitter down the path to escape was met with a quick, fast end. There were a couple of corpses littering the trail now that she stepped over, gesturing behind her for her team to collect, but it had been a while since anybody else had dared to come out. Maybe they were finally done.

Donning her mask, Rachel crept into the colony with her hand at her hip, ready to draw her weapon at any moment. The air inside was still thick with gas, and inside, it was almost impossible to walk without tredding on the dead. Grimacing to herself at the thought of the comfort she would have to offer him afterwards, she continued to search for her sibling, finally finding him standing still in the center of the marketplace.

He was holding something. As Rachel approached, she could see that Caleb was holding a child, one with half its face missing, blown away by one of the gas grenades they had set off. She stopped, and Caleb looked up at her, the smallest of frowns on his face, and she watched him quietly as he set the body down with an apologetic half-shrug, like he was more guilty about getting caught than he was for what he’d done, even though she knew the opposite was true.

“Don’t pick favorites,” she grunted. “It could be any of ‘em.”

He shrugged again. 

Rachel clicked her tongue. “Not our fault, anyway... Fuck’re you doin’, bringin’ a kid out here. All you’re doing is setting it up to starve to death.”

Caleb shrugged again, stubbornly keeping up his act of being unphased.

Whatever. Rachel shot a scowl over at him, then glanced around him. “You can get back to the truck, then. I’ll search for survivors, but I think this’ll be enough. This was the last one... okay?” She frowned at his face. 

... She’d known about the tests and experiments and what results were left in him, but it was still strange to see the effects in action. Caleb seemed completely unbothered, standing there within the fog without the smallest bit of equipment to help him through it. She kind of hated the advantage it gave him above her, who still had to wear this clunky, ugly mask...

... Caleb hadn’t moved yet. Rachel got closer and gave him a nudge. “Hey. Unless you’re feeling sick or got something to say... I gave you an order. Go on back. I can handle this.”

“... yeah,” he finally replied, all the exhaustion he’d been holding in ravaging his voice. He glanced back at her with something grateful in his eyes before he stepped carefully away from her, over the kid’s corpse (as if to prove that he could) and down the path she had taken. 

Rachel watched him leave. When the halo of his hair finally disappeared into the dark cloud around them, she finally looked away, frowning at the ugliness around her before she continued to tredge forward. Might as well make this quick...