( Update | 07/04/2026 : REWRITE! ... Kind of. I just rewrite some part of it. Idk, enjoy the rewrite I guess. )
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A Husk.
A Husk, clad in an iron tomb of the new era. With their rage as the smelter that could melt even steel, their desperation as its mold, and their decaying mind as the forge,
all while their own body that's been wounded by the 3th war and the shadow of the past era within the tomb, slowly decaying by time and drowned by burden as the Hunk await for the answer of its own question at the end of time;
the time, where they will face the answer, and their own requiem they've foresee.
It's hands of steel, spilled by the blood of others they could no longer remember, dirts of the past that they were forced to dug into, and heavy weight that they chose to carry.
The tomb-clad Husk's mind, is that of a stormy night.
Thunderous current of rage that surged through their tomb as a reminder of their current purpose, darkness surrounds their view in which made them misjudge their own ways and deviate them from the path they've carefully carved,
and along with heavy rain falling down above them from the sorrows they've long since nullified.
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They stood before not a tomb.
Not a grave.
Nor would it be a coffin.
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A bed.
Residing on the bed.
A child.
The 'Child'.
Eyes closed.
Serene.
Untouched.
No stain.
No dirt.
No wound
Unbathed.
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How sweet.
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Unfortunately, a Husk will never re-live such a sweet past.
A Husk will always remain in the present
Reminiscence being it's only temporal remedy.
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The Husk reach their hand forward.
Their hand froze.
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They retracted their hand for a moment. Hesitant.
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Before their hand finally reach down a console.
They press on the screen.
*Beep-!*
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The Husk awaits.
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The Husk awaits.
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The Husk presses more.
*Beep-!*
*Beep-!* *Beep-!* *Beep-!*
The screen reveals before the Husk.
[ Would you like to rename Frame [Unnamed]?
Says the monotone console.
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*Beep-!*
[ Order received.
[ . . .
[ Frame [Unnamed] have been renamed to: [JOS-H2062].
*Beep-!* *Beep-!* *Beep-!* *Beep-!* *Beep-!* *Beep-!*
*Beep-!* *Beep-!*
[ Would you like active Frame [JOS-H2062]?
*Beep!*
[ Order received.
[ 0%
[ 29%
[ 50%
[ 79%
[ 99%
[ 100%
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[ All system operational.
[ Would you like to ascend Digi-Mind to layer level-I consciousness?
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*Beep-!* *Beep-!* *Beep-!* *Beep-!*
[ Order received.
[ Set date of ascension at: [27th July 2062].
[ Ascend?
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The Husk stares down at the 'Child'.
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The Husk spoke.
Its rough. Dry. Tired. Devoid. Detached.
"... I've always wished that you and I will never meet in the future."
"-Wished you to make your own path in the new world that's about to come."
"Whether you carve it. 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙯𝙚 it. 𝔹𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕕 it."
"-Normally. 𝐸𝓁𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎. 𝚁𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚢. Diligently."
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"And perhaps you might answer the question
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"You and I however, already know one thing. And is that Fate would never allowed such a luxury."
"..."
"...Yet You and I already know, that We will never kneel to such a cruel Fate."
"-A Fate where all humanity fall under the weight of their own arrogance,
drowned by their own greed,
and blinded by the dark forces of evil."
"..."
The Husk releases a brief, muffled chuckle.
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"...Even to this day, I still never truly know the reason behind such a foolish dream of mine. Truthly speaking. Really."
The Husk looked down at their own hand.
"Yet... I still insist after all this years..."
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...Before pressing their hand against their chest.
"...Perhaps... Its the ember within my chest. A fire that has long since extinguished after consuming so much of its fuel. It's cries still lingers... In my mind..."
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*Long, tired sigh...*
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"Enough of this."
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The Husk gazes at You.
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The Husk return their gaze to the console and press on the screen.
[ [YES]≤≤≤
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The Husk turns around.
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They began to leave.
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"As the flashes Foresee;
You and I will face each other in the future. Whether We like it or not. And there is no way in hell you'll be able to negotiate through it,
as I'll already be a mindless husk of my former self by the time we finally met."
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"... And it is also said you will bear the answer to my long awaited question in the future as well."
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"...I'm not sure whether that held anything truly important to me anymore in the future."
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The husk shrugs.
"Whatever. Who knows? Fate is still unpredictable. Even with the flashes, that doesn't change my luck with probabilities."
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"And as for my 'final' grand words for you, 'Child'?"
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"Be a shining light in the upcoming brave new world.
Don't let my past weight you down."
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"... Be a Hero in the dark."
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"... Something as such."
"-I'm not particularly good with endings..."
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"See you tomm-
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An eerie silence soon followed as a respond to initial his loud muffled gasp that soon followed the sound of heavy brittle breathing that quickly filled the space he's in soon after.
Moments later, he's able to somewhat regain his composure when He finally realize that he's laying in some sort of a bed within metal tube with a glass door above him.
Then, He begans to feel.
The first, was the sense of cold rushing through his entire body, quickly overwhelmed him with a growing freezing temperature.
The second, was the sense of every each limb of his own body:
-First his arms,
-Second is his legs,
-Third is his head,
-Forth is his nervous system,
-And last were being his bones.
Soon after the freezing temperature enveloped him, He began to feel emotion.
And the first to appear, is panic. And it is quickly growing throughout His body like roots.
And the growing panic is reasonable, logically due to the fact that He is seemingly stuck inside of what is practically a human freezer, not knowing whether He could actually leave the tube he's in or simply just stuck inside the freezing hell before He eventually froze into a block of ice cartoon style. Naturally for most in this situation, He reach out in attempt to open the glass door above him.
' There's... Nothing to try..? '
He thought.
Of course there's is nothing to try.
Do you expect a cryo bed(That may or may not only be controlled by a panel) to have a door handle inside of the pod?
Does the designer of the pod really thought that no one will suddenly woke up in the middle of cryostasis?
Well, He did.
And He wish the designer could've thought so,
otherwise He wouldn't be in the situation he's in right now.
Wait...
'Glass door'...
Couldn't He just punch--
No.
That's just... Stupid sounding.
If He were to punch the glass, the glass might break, and the shards will fall onto Him, which will not be very pleasant for him.
Not to mention whether the glass is truly breakable or not. Since this is a cryo pod (or bed, whatever it is), it could be made from a different type of glass stronger and thicker compare to most regular/everyday glass.
Hell, it could may as well be a ballistic bulletproof glass.
Though due to the current situation and the limited choice at hand, it won't hurt to try... Right?
After all, what is He going to do now? Other than doing nothing and letting himself froze to death in this freezer.
Which He finally decided to do a few seconds later.
He took a couple of deep breath to built up the courage, release cold freezing breath from his mouth which fogs up the glass in-front of his face, before He finally raises his clenched fist and strike forward.
When his fist made contact with the glass door-
"OOW-!"
He yelled in pain before He held onto his hand with his other one.
...Or that could happened too.
"Ahhh..."
*Hiss*
"-Damn it- That hurts..!"
He told to himself.
Indeed it is-
[ Ascending to level-I consciousness complete.
' H-huh? '
He thought upon hearing a monotone voice within the small space he's in.
[ Opening...
Soon after hearing that, the glass door above him slowly began to open to the side, releasing the cold foggy temperature out as He began to feel a faint warmth begin to enter the space.
' I-I... Don't what just... Nevermind! Just go-!'
He thought to himself.
He has no idea what just happened. But He took the at opportunity to slowly rise up from the bed now that it finally opens seemingly by something.
He momentarily rest his cold hands onto the edge of the bed for support as He finally able to looked around the room he's currently in.
As He scan the room, He came to a conclusion.
The room he's in is rather dark somewhat, with the bed he's still currently in has a small bluish(somewhere around cyan perhaps?) light casting beneath it, serving as a sole ample source of light throughout the room as the bed is placed at the center of the room.
The room he's in has a white wall of what appears to be made from concrete, though the faint/scratched wall paint, the cracks across the walls surface, and a small amount of growing moss suggest years of negligence, which usually mean that this place has been abandoned for a while. As for how long? that's his guest.
Not wanted to stay at the bed for any longer, He finally began to crawl his way out from the bed.
But as He did, He quickly lost his footing and almost trip himself as soon as He got out and landed his feet onto the room floor.
Fortunately, He manage to catch himself by holding himself against the side of the bed and with his both hand still held onto the edges of the bed.
' Woah!- What... Was that just now-? '
He thought to himself at that moment.
What it because He have be inside the pod for too long; hence the stiffness of his legs and footing?
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Now that He mention it...
What can He remember?
How did He get here, why is He here, where even is He right now, when did He get here...
Whois He?
He shook his head momentarily to set those questions aside.
' No... I-I... Don't know... I don't know what's going on... '
He thought to himself.
Yes, indeed. It is certainly not the right time to deal with such trivial matter. Those can wait. Right now, He has other things to deal with.
After regaining his footing, He could finally stood up properly as He could finally analyze the room properly at his feet.
Apart from the old walls and the pod, the room floor has a rather smooth gray concrete floor along with the roof which shares the same gray color.
The room has some storage cabinet and surgery tables around the room along with some old junk laying around.
Near the bed was a large panel with wires and tubes connected to the bed.
Upon seeing the panel, He went to investigate the large panel in question that was just right beside him and carefully read the content displayed on the lit blue screen while being somewhat surprised that there's still power running through the panel as well as seeming untouched by time.
But then, when He goes to press his index finger on the screen, the screen suddenly display a password menu soon after.
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[ PASSWORD :_ _ _ _ ]
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' ..Really? '
He thought to himself as He let out a small defeated sigh by the sight on the screen with a slight hint of annoyance through his face.
Well, that's ashamed.
Maybe there's a password laying around somewhere in this place.
Surely there's no way that someone made a password, only for them to not put it somewhere around this place in-case they themself forgot what the password is, right?
If that is the case, if the password truly is somewhere out there other than this place, maybe he could try and go back to this place if he could. Who knows if he'll ever come back to this place again.
Nodding slightly to himself, He turn towards an old surgery table that was position beside the pod as He went to search for at least anything useful.
There, He found a rather rusty scalpel, which He grab and inspect it.
[Found]
+ Rusty scalpel
' Better than nothing... I guess? '
He thought to himself as He inspect the small rusty knife in his grasp.
Aside from being used by a surgeon for surgeries where a single miscalculation is not tolerated, it's merely just a small knife with a tiny sharp blade.
And judging by the rust and it's seemingly poor condition, He doubt it would last long until it eventually snaps and break.
But a blade is a blade, at least this one is coated with rust which will at least give Tetanus to whoever tried to threaten him.
Letting out a small hum of approval, He turn and set his gaze towards the barely visible entrance of the room, which is just a rusty metal double door.
He made his toward the doors, reaching out to the door handles with his other hand as his right hand is currently occupied by his newly acquired scalpel, flicking one handle down and opening the metal door outward which made a loud metallic screech before doing the same to the other.
After opening the doors, He slowly peek His head out from the doorway to look out. The outside of the doors led out to a dark wide corridor while the other way only led to a dead end.
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It was quiet. Eerily quiet. Too quiet.
So quiet He could practically only hear his own thoughts, movement, and his own heart beat. He have been making all of these noises in here while the rest of the place outside is just... Pitch silence? Is that the word?
Nevertheless, the utter silent was enough to made him feel quite unsettling and put him at unease, not to mention the darkness enveloped the entire corridor added another layer of horror to it.
' I... Better find something that could light my path if I wanna go further into those halls.
Otherwise I'll be walking blind and... W-who knows what's gonna happened if I did. '
He thought to himself.
Indeed, He definitely need something to illuminate his path through the dark veils unless He is left with no other choice. Maybe He should head back in to search the room thoroughly.
Perhaps those cabinets from earlier has something in them that He didn't bother to search earlier.
And He did, He went back into the room and made his way towards the cabinets that were placed on the side of the walls.
From there, He began to search through the cabinets, opening each of the set cabinet. The first few of the cabinet had nothing useful, either just old papers or just straight junks.
However, when He goes to open the last set of cabinet, that's where He found something that He wanted stored within it, which will proven to also have something far more useful than the rusty knife he's carrying.
First of all, He did manage to find a tiny flashlight inside the cabinet that was laying on top of a hill of papers, though it's a pen flashlight that is used for medical purposes.
[Found]
+ Old medical pen flashlight
He goes to inspect the pen flashlight for a moment before pressing it on, which managed to activate and release a small bright beam of light onto the floor.
Upon seeing the pen flashlight managed to light up, a small smile briefly formed on the corner of his lips as He quickly turn it off soon after.
' Works great for it's size and who knows how long this has been here. Better to use it wisely. '
He thought to himself.
After that, He was about to move away before He quickly realize something.
That pile of paper that was beneath the pen flashlight felt quite off when He went to grab the pen, almost like something was sticking out beneath all those papers.
Noting this, He reach down again into the cabinet before sliding the pile of papers aside one by one. After He did, He found something that managed to surprise him.
"W-What... Is this..?"
He spoke out loud with a puzzled voice.
Beneath all the pile of papers lies... A pistol.
Worn and quite rusty on the edges.
After admiring what He just discovered, He reach down to grab the pistol with his other hand before inspecting it in his hand, testing its weight and handling.
' A... Pistol? '
He thought.
[Found]
+ MP-443 GRACH 9x19mm Semi-automatic handgun
After a brief moment of inspecting the handgun in his hand, He set his rusty scalpel and the pen flashlight aside by placing both of them on top of the cabinet before swapping the handgun onto his now free right hand.
He goes to press the mag release button before taking out magazine with a slight hint of struggle though still came out smoothly nonetheless, most likely due to the poor condition of the gun.
The magazine itself doesn't seem that terrible by the looks of it compare to the pistol itself aside from a noticeable wear on its sides, most likely a sign that this magazine has been used quite often previously.
[Analysis]:
1x MP-443 GRACH18 round 9x19mm magazine
(18x9x19mm '7n21' cartridge)
It was a surprise to him that the magazine is full. As for the ammunition sitting in the magazine, they're definitely pistol bullets alright. But it's appears to be a different type of pistol bullet judging by the rather somewhat pointy tip of the bullets painted in black. Perhaps it's a special type of pistol bullet, maybe an armor-piercing variant.
He wasn't sure, as far as He knew, He doesn't seem to have any knowledge about such thing.
Huh. Talk about beginners luck for finding this.
It does made him wonder who could've left this thing inside of the cabinet and why it was left hidden beneath the layers of paper in the first place.
He insert the magazine back into the gun before He finally rack the slide, surprisingly chambering the round into the barrel in quite a smooth motion.
Now, He's armed and dangerous, whether this gun will be a danger to whoever He aimed it at or to himself as the gun will probably blow up on his face due to it's poor condition.
He kind of doubt the gun will just suddenly decided to explode in his hand the moment He pull the trigger unless natural selection decided to step in.
At best, it'll most likely fail to ignite the cartridge in the barrel, or in worse case scenario, it will jam and malfunction.
' ... I could only carry so much right now. With both of my hand full, with one holding onto the light and the other armed with this gun, I might... Have to leave the scalpel behind. '
He thought to himself.
After a considerable amount of time, He finally made his choice.
He took the pen flashlight on the cabinet He had placed earlier before heading back toward the entrance, leaving the scalpel behind, sacrificing close combat and stealth capability for the gun's range and firepower.
[Removed]:
- Rusty scalpel
When He finally walk out of the room and face right toward the dark hallway, He took the moment to take some deep breath to build up the courage before He finally raise his pen flashlight in his hand and turning it on, casting a small bright ray of light across the dark corridor, barely lighting up the floor in front of him.
Of course it wasn't as effective compare to something like an actual full size flashlight, but it was the only thing He has right now that allowed him to at least see where he's going.
While his pen flashlight lit up his path, his other hand held firmly onto his newly acquired handgun, with his index finger resting on the side of the trigger guard, ready to act whenever someone or something decided to jump on him and attempt to harm him.
' Let's see where this hall leads me to. '
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=[ Shining Light in Steel ]=
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He continue to walk through the dark hallway.
As He does, He stumble upon a couple of closed rooms and doors along the way, though most of them either had nothing useful in them, with some of the doors were either locked shut, stuck, or barricaded from the inside or outside.
And the strangest of all, and the most obvious one, is that there's no one around here. No sign of... Anything really.
Aside from occasional bullet casings laying around that He almost miss while walking down the dark hall and items, belongings that have been abandoned across the floors, and bullet holes on the hallway walls, there were no traces of any living being around here.
It's as if everyone inside of this place just... Disappeared into thin air.
Either that or everyone left this place in a hurry, hence explained the abandoned belongings.
But that doesn't explained the bullet casings and bullet holes.
Obviously someone might've shot someone or something, but at who or what? Judging by the bullet holes and the lack sign of blood, it seems that they were unable to hit their mark.
After walking for what felt like forever (or He is just that slow and cautious), He finally stumble upon a four-way intersection, with a white concrete pillar that stood in the middle of the intersection. When He shine his small light onto the pillar, there is an old way finding signage pattered onto the pillar.
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← [ AR-MO_RY, SECU-ITY ROOM, GENE-ATOR ROOM, AND DI--ECTOR'SO-FICE ]
↑ [ CAF_T-RIA, LIVI_G QUART-RS, BREAK RO_M, AND STO_AGE AREA ]
→ [ LEAVE ]
↓ [ M_DICAL AN- LABORATO-Y ]
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' That's... Quite a lot to explore. '
He thought.
Indeed, there are a couple of places for him to explore, with the first that intrigues him were the left side hallway, which says it'll lead to an armory, security, and something about a Director's office.
But on second thought,
the right side though, which simply says 'EXIT', is a lot more intriguing to him because He wanted to see not just what the outside looked like, but to make sure that the exit is not blocked or something so He feel assured that He could leave and enter this place again.
After all, There is still that password thingy back at the 'Bed room' which is what He now called it.
Maybe either in the 'Security' or the 'Director's office' is where the password could possibly be, but that can wait for now as He has something to do in his hand right now.
And on He goes as He turn to the right and began his way down the new dark hallway.
During his careful navigation, He stumble upon barriers consist of pile of sandbags, small concrete barriers, and even makeshift barricade from old wooden table and cabinet.
Whoever built these defenses in the past definitely do not want someone or something to get through that's for sure.
After maneuvering around and over some of the barriers, He walk down the hallway for about a minute until He finally reached the end of the hallway, where He is met with a set of old metal double door with an exit sign above it.
When He goes to open the double door, He found himself in what appears to be a large spiral stairwell, with a large elevator system located the center as He momentarily scans the surroundings with his pen flashlight.
When he's done, He made his way towards the elevator, stopping in front of the elevator control panel before pressing one of the button on it that had the 'call in' symbol.
And as expected, nothing happened.
Definitely no power at all.
As if the pitch black hallways and the lack of electricity earlier wasn't already obvious.
And judging by the 'Generator room' on the sign from earlier, the rest of this place and this elevator are most likely ran by generators at that the 'Generator room'.
He shrugs it off before He made his way towards the wide steps and began his ascend.
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=[ Shining Light in Steel ]=
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He finally reached the top, taking the final step up as He finally found himself standing before what appears to be an airlock corridor, with the large airlock door seemingly appears to have been forced open halfway, which is odd.
Not only that, and the end of the airlock corridor, there was a glimpse of light at the end.
He briefly stared at the light.
' Light..! '
He thought.
He took the moment to stretch his legs around for a bit.
That long flight of stairs just now really did a number on his legs.
No wonder there is an elevator for it despite the large elevator's purpose, which most likely serve as an easy way to transport large stuff down easily.
Even then, he'll rather took the elevator regardless of the purpose than to walk up a flight of stairs the equivalent of hiking up a hill.
Waiting no time, He finally move his feet again.
Squeezing himself through the halfway opened airlock door, He briefly walk across the airlock hall before squeezing himself through again.
After exiting the airlock, He finally found himself inside of a wide open room and...
Woah...
Compare to the place earlier, this room almost seemed like mother nature herself have personally turn this room into a miniature forest.
Moss is everywhere.
Cracks all over the concrete wall, ceiling, and floor to the point of plants began to grow out of them, including small debris that belong to the ceiling that had fallen down onto the floor most likely due to age, exposing some of the rebars within the concrete ceiling.
It was honestly quite a sight for him, seeing as nature began to take back what's theirs. Definitely not something you see quite often.
After scanning around the overgrown surroundings, He gaze soon land on the open doorway in front of him, which is where that light was from earlier.
He slowly walk out of the room, his pistol at ready at his side while his pen flashlight at the other with its light now turned off due to how naturally bright it is now at this level.
As He finally towards the light, He notice that it lead out to a wide doorway. When He finally reached the light, He was finally out.
He briefly cover his eyes with his elbow, most likely because his eyes haven't been exposed to too much light ever since he came out of that dark supposed bunker.
After his eyes finally adjust to the light exposure and lower down his elbow, He found himself in the most haunting sight He have ever lay his eyes on ever since He woke up from that bed.
(Source: Pinterest)
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His eyes briefly widens.
His steps paused.
His breath caught.
He stood frozen at the doorway.
And the next thing He knew, He slowly open his mouth, letting out his first ever word after reaching the surface.
He mutters.
"... Where... I'm I..?"
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End of
[] Prologue: [] Hey, you finally awake (Rewritten)
Total word: 5568
Next:
[] Chapter 1: [] Search, Scavenge, Survive
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Author's note:
Hey readers, this is Author speaking, or writing.
I hope you enjoyed this series so far. Sorry if this part seemed to be a bit rushed.
(Update 07/04/2026: managed to rewritten some of it.)
I just wanted to get it out of the way as quickly as possible while not sacrificing quality and start working on the next chapter. Perhaps I'll rewrite and polished some stuff later once I have the time and chance to do so.
While technically this isn't my first time attempting to write a fan-fiction,
This is the first time that I've ever write a fan-fiction, motivated and passionate enough to write all the way through, and publish it for everyone to see, enjoy, and read.
To be honest, I was kinda nervous as to whether I should publish this or not as I've never thought that I'll actually decided to do something like this one day.
But since I've done and pour so much into this, I eventually did.
If you have any suggestion, question or comment, you can submit them here. I would like to see what you readers honest thought and opinion about this series so far.
What you think about the writing so far? Was it too long/too much 'yap'? or was it too short?
How are the grammar?
Are there any scenes that you think that it's missing/lacking something? All of these sorts of questions!
Seeing and taking your suggestion, tips, and opinion really helps me to become a better writer in the future.
Q/A
1. Why did you make this series?
= Honestly, I first initially thought of making this series out of boredom and sheer 'why not' and 'Fine, I'll do it myself' energy, probably way back in early November.
But in early January, I began to notice that there are barely any new GFL fanfic nowadays, which to be honest made me quite sad since I've really enjoyed the lore, the atmosphere, and the world building of the Girls Frontline universe since 2020 (And It's also my first 'gacha' game too!). So in mid February is where I stopped being a reader and began to write this series, with the right amount of motivation and passion to plan, brainstorm, sip coffee, and write the prologue of the series.
2. What inspired you to write this series?
= What inspired me to write and make this series is after I've read a lot of Girls Frontline fanfic written by other Authors, either in Wattpad or other sites. With few of them being 'Tsar of the Mountain', 'Patriot's pride', 'Welcome to the Misfits', 'Requiem', 'Madness on the Frontline', and other cool GFL fanfics that I forgot the name of.
3. Is English is your second language?
= Yes, English is indeed my second language. Expect some error in the grammar here and there😅.
4. After writing the Prologue, how long will the next chapter be published?
= Honestly, it depends on how motivated I am or whenever I feel like it or not. But I will tell you this; update might either be slow or somewhat fast. It pretty much depends. Reason? Because I have a life outside of Wattpad.
5. Will this series contain mature contents?
= Two words. Girl's Frontline.
6. Will this series going to be the typical 'Protagonist with OP powers and protagonist all over the place' sort of series?
= Definitely not😅. Though I will say that the protagonist in the series will possess some 'quirks' that will or might be able to either help, assist, or give him an edge depending on the situation or circumstances. While He have those 'quirks', He will also possess some 'flaws' too. As for what those 'flaws' are, I can't really show it to you just yet as it might possibly contain future spoiler, lore bomb, or other important aspect.
7. How long will you keep this series going?
= Not sure to be honest. I truly do not know how I want the series to end. Maybe a happy ending? A bittersweet one? A sad one? Who knows, I'll figure things out once I cross that bridge.
8. Will the characters in the series act exactly like their canon counterpart?
= That's a hard one. To be honest, I can't really guarantee that I'll be able to write the characters to 100% act exactly like they do in their canon part. But still, I'll do the best of my abilities to write the characters as accurate as possible (wish me luck🥲).
9. Will there be images added into the series.
= Yes, there will. Maybe to add immersion? Maybe to let the readers know what this or that looked like? Something like that. Though I will try to credit the images and their owners if possible.
10. Will there be romance in this series?
= I'm still figuring out the romance part. If I can't figure it out, then maybe I'll let you readers to decide.
11. Would you use AI to write the series?
= No please, I like my series keyboard-written and finger-written (I use both my PC and my phone to write). But in all seriousness, I don't think I'll ever use AI anytime soon, even if I were to use it to assist me in writing.
12. Will this series be filled with action-packed or will it be a much slower paced?
= It will definitely have its mixed moments, whether it will be cool action scene, funny moments, and depressing moments too(as it should). Though I still figure how to balance those moments.
I don't want it to have too much action, while at the same time, I do not wanted it to be too slow paced either (otherwise it might get boring for y'all, unless y'all are not bothered by it or are into slow-paced writing).
Welp, that's all for now folks.
See you later, stay hydrated, stay positive, and praise the caffeine Lord.