GUILT END

Entry 1: Prologue

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The sound of tires scraping against pavement followed by a loud roar of a engine with a soft electric hum as a single person clad in a black and suit similar to armor for a motorcyclist a red band on their arm with a orange three triangles connecting and overlapping on the corners like some sort of puzzle as the same red bands decorated their thighs with a faint faded blue band under the red bands along with a helmet covering their face as a rectangular grey folded rifle or gun of sorts with red lining down to its muzzle tucked snug against their feminine yet muscular waist in a gun holster as another smaller gun similar to a pistol that bigger then a average pistol found by survivors and was wider where the barrel was with red glowing dots on the bottom of the 'barrel' with red markings on the handle and slide as faint engravings were on the gun form were it comes apart to reveal its fire power as it slightly rattled at the handle yet unwavering from being snug againt the figures thigh from the rushing wind as the figure raced down the winding road infront of them.

Abandoned buildings winded around the road like twisted trees looming over the creatures of a forest as thunder boomed above and rain showed no remorse to the feminine yet muscular figure on a large ,black sleek motorcycle with two large, hollow wheels as the motorcycle moved quickly yet keeping grip despite the harsh rain as they drove down the road slowing down soon coming to a halt at a large gate like dam that stretched high into the air and the figure could tell by merely looking at it that possibly nothing could pierce the shell snd structure of the massive dam like gate and as the figure looked at the gate a monotone and glitchy voice spoke from a screen next to the opening.

"H- bzzt - Hello you are about to enter stratum 1101110 and I'm sorry to imform you that it's currently in lockdown ordered by the IDF High Chairman Meinu. Please confirm if you would like to enter but leaving will be unavailable when you enter"

The monotone voice said glitching as the figure on the motorcycle gritted their teeth under their helmet before speaking "yes and my business here is to investigate the disease that has spreaded" a feminine tone of voice could be heard as they responded to the AI before the AI responded "confirming.....Please make sure you have all youe belongings before you enter...Please enjoy your stay in stratum 1101110" The AI spoke as the large water dam door infront opened as it fully opened the figure twisted the motorcycle handle bars that stuck out form the front of the figure backwards and took off followed by a hum of electric before a loud roar replaced the hum.

A strong smell of rot filled the figures nose throat the air filters in their helmet for a moment "great just what i need for today nausa and the smell of rotting drones" The figures feminine voice grumbled as the feeling of bile rose in their throat from the stronger then usual rotting smell that they are used to by now from traveling so much but they swallowed it down not wanting to vomit and get it in their helmet then suffer with the smell of faint rot "fucking idf high chairman my ass and im surprised the rot can even be smelt from the rain or its my damn heightened sense of smell" the figure mocked and grumbled pissed off knowing the faint rotting smell was from the IDF taking over stractum 1101110 like they had seen before but The Figure had to focus on why there were hear partially telling the truth to the AI at the lockdown dam gate before on wanting to study The Diease that flooded strantums and left havoc and ruin snd is also what the IDF took advantage of to get in power and now they wanted more like maggots drawn to a corpse.

The figure slowed down and stopped as rain still bashed agaisnt them in a housing complex with old fliers,papers and trash littering the ground and walls and wind whistling in empty or abandoned rooms before powering down their motorcycle and getting off and stretching, Cracks and pops echoed from their sore body for travelling for a week and additional 3 days because of rest and blockages in their path before grabbing the handles of the motorcycle and pushing it to one of the buildings that was still at least intact from decay but the wall not so much as they pushed their bike into the open hole in the wall fitting both the hefty bike and the figures frame before propping it against one of the still intact walls inside before grabbing a sheet of construction plastic on the ground and covering the hole in the wall and tying it tight to keep any rain and wind out before sitting down next to their bike and leaning agaisnt the motorcycle before clossing their eyes "ill just sleep for a hour or two im gonna need it at this rate" they huffed before drifting off into slumber as rain bashed againt the covering of plastic the figure remaining untouched by rain and wind from outside despite being drenched their suit and helmet being drenched from head to in water along with their motorcycle that dripped with rain water now slowly drying as the slow, calm breathing of the figure could be seen from the soft sound of them breathing from the helmet as they rested from the Guilt in the End