Fandom Mankind's Descent

[BioshockRP]

In a metro tunnel, a caravan composed of make shift mining carts, trams, and subway trains, traveled along rails. Within the tunnel, glowing puddles provided illumination alongside the caravan's lanterns. It seemed quiet and desolate; a place of solitude to rest the weary head, if it weren't for the potential danger always lurking. Danger came in the form of mutants, dangerous animals mutated by the radiation, or bandits, humans with no regard to human life and morals. Although, the possibility to succumb to the harsh environment was the primary killer. Still, the caravan continued its path, with the captain at its helm, and the navigator, Boris Sokolov driving the vehicle. Those part of the caravan were ordered to protect and provide services.

Meanwhile, during the caravan's transportation, bandits prepared themselves to stop the moving entity. On this very route, there laid a crossroads to two stations, allowing the bandits to force the caravan to stop, or head a particular way that benefited their ambush. Those who protected the crossroads had died gruesomely from the bandit's guns and knives. The successful silent assault prevented the guards from warning the caravan. And so, in a single instant, the caravan's wheels lurched to a complete stop, moving the vehicle's inhabitants roughly, upon Boris witnessing the railway's change.

They heard footsteps echo inside the tunnels. Merchants feared their cargo, and guards readied their guns. Typically, bandits weren't as organized, and yet bandits were the only group that had motivation to attack. The notion simply boggled the captain's mind. Either way, he issued a warning, "Ready your weapons! Do your duty for the station and fight for your very lives to ensure electricit-," and then a bullet whizzed straight into his brain causing his body to plummet onto the grimy ground. Those who watched fled in chaos, while some remained in their carts stricken by fear. Only one thing mattered: survival.

The tunnel contains several doorways leading to different rooms and areas. At the crossroads between two railways, there's a plethora of bandits awaiting in cover under rocks, and wooden platforms. There is nowhere safe to go. The only reassuring place is inside the caravan, but it is slowly being overrun by bandits.

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"Shit!" was the first thing that came out of Andrew--Andrei--Bergman's mouth when he heard the caravan stop. He grimaced as he felt blood splash on his cheek, and saw the captain go down next to him. Andrei had already taken his advice to prepare for a difficult situation but the organization and swiftness of the attack shocked even Andrei Emmetovich. Him and the captain had shared sentiment that the bandits were usually simplistic, in discussions on the way.

"Sir?! Hello?!" There was no response. He fired a couple rounds in the direction of the bandits in a bid to keep their heads down, while he moved over to the side of the tunnel. He figured it would be best to escape through one of the side passages--wherever that led.

"On me, boys! Malchiki, on me!" Andrew remembered the Russian word. So far as he could tell, many of the armed men in the party were significantly older than boys, but he was also older than them. He fired a couple more rounds where he believed bandits were hiding. The old familiar thought of whether or not he would survive this encounter, returned.

 

[adrian_]

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Pop!

He heard it once, crisp, clear. The sound of a gunshot. The tunnel opened up in a cacophany of screaming and gunshots in a single moment. His eyes darted around, glancing once at his chaperone, the gruff, angry Red had skittered into the gunfire. He lay dead on the floor.

The man sat up, adjusting his helmet and fidgeting in his wraps. He was tied around a guardrail, pulling himself up into the light of a hanging lantern which revealed a name printed onto a helmet: 'Adir' looked down at his hands, then to the railing. Noticing a sway in the metal he began to pull.

The rail bent free of what looked to be a hastily sewn bedsheet, Adir wrapped the sheet around his arms more than it already was, so to stop himself from tripping over it. He looked to his left, his communist guard laying face down in the grime of the metro, Adir's gunclub hooked to his belt.

Adir crouched over to him, hopping off the car onto the tunnel ground, unhooking his club from the mans belt and keeping it in hand. He grabbed his rig and pack, putting on the pack and carrying the rig in hand. He ran through the closest doorway, meeting a guard halfway in a confusing headbutt.

Mouthing a silent sorry and getting up he pointed his gunclub around the service hallway's corner, pulling up his rig as a shield incase of attack. He maneuvered quickly, hearing someone yell: "On me, boys! Malchiki, on me!". He instinctively strapped his rig to himself, albeit to tightly, and ran to the source of the call.

Moving up next to a British man, Adir fired a shot towards the tunnel end, his malnourished body rocked with the impact of the six gauge shell. His shoulder ached from the blast and his ears rang in the enclosed habitat of the tunnel. He heard a pained yell of: "Akh ty, yobanaya blyad!" He got down, waiting for someone else to come help.

 

[BioshockRP]

Andrew Bergman's shots suppressed the bandits' advancements twice: once at the side of the tunnel, and another where the bandits hid. Some of the fire managed to kill an over-eager bandit who peeked his head over, and wounded a few who left their feet and arms out of cover. Near the side passage, Andrew Bergman along with whoever followed him would spot cobwebs infested with small mutated spiders, and the occasional pit hole. If they dared to go deeper into the tunnel, they would find a lone bandit taking a bathroom break. As the bandit whizzed, a small lantern illuminated the bandit's aim and shined the bandit's gun, a simple lolife. The bandit was doing his business on the right side of the tunnel about twenty meters in from Andew Bergman's entrance to the tunnel. Within the tunnel contained several four other gated metro doors leading to different rooms. The two on the right led to a stalker bunker that contained a ladder to the surface, and the two on the left contained a small cobweb nest of spiderbugs.

Adrik Kysnetsov found help from Boris Sokolov, who heard the screams. At the tunnel's forefront to the danger, the only safe way to leave the area laid in moving to the caravan's back. Therefore, Boris took it upon himself to scale the caravan's length, until meeting with the man who wore a helmet containing the word: Adir. Boris spoke, "Is he able!" His question asked only the concern of the individual who suffered overhead. In his voice, he yelled, for the gunfire masked his sound, especially in a small, confined tunnel. Quickly, Boris climbed upwards to the man experiencing a painful tribulation. Boris' hands became accustomed to the splinters and cold metal that burrowed within each forced movement to the man. At the body, Boris attempted to lift him; however, the man remained stuck from a fallen wooden plank. Boris sought help from Adir, "Adir. Help, please!"

While these events unfolded, the bandits had overtaken the caravan completely, killing many of the men, and capturing the women. The bandits sent a few of their own to check the tunnels for any stragglers and survivors. As the search continued, several bandits looted the weapons, ammo, and supplies from the caravans. Some debris caused by the fighting destroyed a few trams, resulting in fewer rewards. Such a disturbance also sparked the attention of unwanted guests. In particular, the Nosalis, mutated moles, heard the vibrations. It wasn't long before a bandit attempting to pull out an AK from a stolen tram, found their hand stuck between the upper and bottom molars of a Nosalis.

Everyone near the tunnels perceived the Nosalis' distinguished calls. What followed, only worsened the situation. Hordes upon hordes containing Nosalis entered into the tunnels, flooding the caravan's forefront. First, they picked at the Bandits, while several groups of the mutated moles trudged forward upon dead bodies and grime. They wanted fresh meat: Boris, Adir, and Andew. In about five minutes they would reach Adir and Boris, and in ten minutes they would find Andrew's group, unless Andrew chose to flee to the surface.

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