AADC base of operations.

Astaroth

Crossroad demon


Once upon a time there was a tiny village, a village where everyone was happy. The baker baked, the librarian sold his books... until monsters destroyed everyone and ended it all.

-Darwin Rogers

The AADC base of operations is located just at the entrance of the Dark zone where your mission will be taking place. It's a modern building that stands out among the rest of the modest houses in the abandoned village.

Besides it, is the entrance to a rather big car park, filled with various vehicles. While you drive towards the village, you can see the wall that keeps the monsters inside. It's made out of stone, with electrified fences at both sides of it, or at least at this side. You cannot see beyond it. But you will soon enough, only then you won't be able to see the rest of the world.

You have been told the address of the AADC base, and have been told to be at the entrance of the building at 10:00 am, on Monday. However, assuming you will be arriving early, you will have more than enough time to greet your fellow teammates and socialise before it is time for you to enter and your quest for "peace" begins.

Once you exit your vehicle, it is clear that there is something weird in the air.. something that gives you goosebumps. It is rather cold, with enough clouds so that you cannot spot the sun. There aren't any sounds at all, no birds chirping or people talking. It is an odd silence, and a strange sense of alienation slowly makes its way into your mind.

The building seems to be active, however, as you can spot the silhouettes of people passing by the windows and moving inside it... it is still 9:30, you're early. What will you do until 10?
 
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Halien looked around. It was easily the crack of dawn. So, some time around 7:00 Am.

Stretching, the man got out of bed. His hair fell smoothly against his head, having been released from its usual ponytail. Quickly fixing his hair, Halien opened his eyes. The electric blue orbs drank in the sight that greeted him.

"Ahhh, it's today, isn't it?" The man asked himself, pulling his shirt and pants on.

Halien left his personal room, having slipped into his coat and boots. Nodding to people as he walked through the halls, Halien made his way to the training room. He still had his normal routine to follow.

9:30 Am

Halien stood at the front of the building. Unlike the newer members, he had already been there for about an hour. Scanning the horizon, Halien saw a dark grey humvee making its way to the base.

"Well, they must be the newbie, huh?" He muttered to himself, awaiting the strangers' arrival.
 
Leah turned her music down as she approached the dead village. It was a ghost town. If she looked in just the right spots, she could still imagine old women sitting on porches, children running around the streets, mothers walking to have tea at their friends' house. She turned away, staring directly out the windshield of her 2016 Mini Cooper, and on the sparking and fizzing electric fences that she would soon enough be behind.

She pulled into the car park, switching her car off. She didn't get out just yet. She just wanted to take a moment. She looked up at her rearview mirror, staring at her face. She didn't put on any makeup for fear that it would make her look vain, but she was regretting it now. She had a good collection of pimples growing on her face, particularly a rather unsightly one on her nose. She poked it with her bitten down fingernail and winced. It wasn't ready to pop yet, so all she could do was leave it and wait for it to go away itself.

She tugged on one of her braids, the sweat on her palms clumping the stray hairs into the braid messily. She would have to leave eventually, but she still had a little while until she really had to. Thirty minutes. She kept looking at herself in the mirror, and the more she thought, the more she was aware that when she got out of the Dark Zone - she didn't dare say 'if' - she would barely look like she does now. For one, the tan from the sun beds would fade, which meant that within time it would be obvious that she was really quite pale. She sighed, but it wasn't really all that much of a problem. When she got out, she would hopefully be stronger, braver. Because of the food in there, she'd probably be skinnier too. She was a little worried about that; she was already quite lightweight. She would just have to make sure she got the food she would need.

Okay, it was time to get out.

She reached over into the passenger seat and picked up her backpack as she got out of the car. She locked the white car and slipped the keys into the pocket of her khaki green cargo pants. She slung one of the bag straps over her shoulder and walked toward the large, modern looking base. She avoided looking at the little houses, afraid of where her thoughts would take her if she did.
 
Harrison Reno Jackson​
Having arrived at around 9:30AM Reno had started inspecting his equipment which were a various assortment of of survival gear, medicine and clothes. Looking up from his equipment he began to look at the wall 'So this is whats standing between us humans and the monsters huh' Reno thought to himself as he inspected it made from solid stone and having an electric field going through the fence.

Getting his hat out of the seat of his Chevrolet Colorado ZR2 and closing the door he sat down on a near by bench and pulled out a Frankenstein by Mary Shelly 'Just 30 more minutes Reno and well do the Jackson name proud' He thought to himself as he began immersing himself in the book.
 
Eight spindly legs on a dot for a body spun, backlit by a smothered morning sun. The eyes that were watching them had been doing so for a while. Three hours, to be exact. They were dark brown, almost black, and they narrowed as their view became busier, finalising with the appearance of a building that seemed huge compared to its surroundings. Their gaze focused on this for a while, scanning and scouring, but their owner – Henlow Brash – did not move in the slightest.

Back to the spider: horrible creatures. He hated them. He wasn’t scared of them, he wasn’t scared of anything, but he could see why people were. It was something about the way they moved. So in one swift movement of his own, he killed the spider by flattening it against the car window pane that he’d been looking through. With a grunt, he looked away from the remains and their unpleasant residue, issued his driver a strangely cheerful thanks, and climbed out of the car.

Shouldering his backpack, Henlow straightened up and tilted his head toward the sky to embrace the full effect of what he was seeing. His appreciation of architecture would mostly be expressed by adjectives such as ‘shiny’ or ‘old’. So, there wasn’t much looking for him to do before he made towards the entrance through the car park. He was never late, and that was an asset he was keen to keep.

He’d also never been a man of many words, and if someone asked him to describe how he felt in this moment, it would’ve taken him a long while to string something together. The sounds of his boots crunching their way to the building are what pinpointed the eeriness. There was no sound, no sun, no breeze. Everything was subdued. It was as though whatever was beyond those concrete walls was absorbing all normal life, leaving only emptiness and things destroyed and ruined. His skin prickled, hairs and bumps raising.

There was something that stirred, though. A person reading a book whom he assumed to be an employee on their break soothed him by their casualness, but the figure moving just ahead of him was what he focused on. He jogged a few strides to catch up to the woman who was striding with purpose, sporting a similar backpack to his own. That was good. He’d been worried he’d packed perhaps a little too light. He made a decent amount of noise as he approached, taking heavy steps and clearing his throat so not to startle her.

“Henlow Brash” he said, coming into step to her left and keeping pace. He offered her an awkward bulky hand to shake. “New recruit. Here to work, mostly 'cause this place would make a terrible vacation destination, eh?”

The joke would’ve landed better if he’d chuckled some, but the nerves were setting in and so Henlow just shiftily looked around.

“He don’t seem to think so, though” he commented, with a nod of his head towards the reading man.
 
"Well, well. Looks like the movies were right."

Driving up near the base was a former triad that had been told to report there for his orders. He was lucky enough to have been accepted into their ranks, and start doing something a bit different from what he had been doing for most of his life. He was excited, of course, to start up on this job and show that he could keep up, but at the moment, he was more amazed at how accurate some movies he'd watched made places like this out to be. It was all business and gravity. Of course, it wouldn't be the first thing he'd see get confirmed on the artistic accuracy front. The moment he stepped out of his car, he was greeted with a silence so deep one would think that the wind itself died here. Not to mention the fact that everything outside the place itself was more akin to a ghost town than any area of activity.

"..As well as the video games. When the hell did this place get turned into Silent Hill?"
 
The truck arrives a bit late, with numerous people stepping out of it and heading to the AADC. Among them, was Jonathan who stopped to gaze at the building, taking in all the atmosphere while the others from the truck were already busy with going into the building. A bit too quiet, he thought. He shrugged as he soon follows the rest and enters the building in search for others of his squad. Not a good start for the first day, this was.
 
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