Shadow Slave

During the Dark Times, humanity had come to the brink of destruction. A series of cataclysmic natural disasters had brought it to its knees, causing several waves of mass migrations, each of them accompanied by plagues and famine. Previously arable lands had turned into wastelands, and many resources that had previously been the lifeblood of civilization were suddenly running dry.

There had not been enough food for everyone, not enough livable space for everyone, and not enough power source for everyone. So, humans had done what they knew best.

They had turned to war.

...The marks left by those devastating wars still haunted the planet. From the polluted air to the derelicts of broken military machines, they littered the Earth like scars caused by a deadly infection. The old bunker Sunny was facing right now was one of those scars.

He knew neither what army had built it and for what purpose, nor what had happened to those people and why the bunker now stood abandoned. He also did not care.

There were always stories about terrifying doomsday weapons hidden in such places, waiting to be unleashed by a carefree explorer, but most of them were just that - stories. In reality, places like that one were usually empty for one simple reason: everyone had died or left, and those who survived had no need and no capacity to return.

Plus, the bunker had already been unsealed a long time ago. Its massive blast doors stood open, covered with snow.

Sunny was much more worried about the present than the past. Anything could have made its way inside during the Chain of Nightmares. If a tribe of Nightmare Creatures had made a nest in the narrow underground passages, laying siege to the bunker would not be easy. In fact, it was as tough of a task as a military unit could get.

But he could not turn back.

The civilian transports were crowding the mountain road behind him, with nowhere else to go. The vehicles needed maintenance and repair, and the people inside needed rest. It was his obligation to provide for them.

Looking at the dark entrance gloomily, Sunny turned and addressed his cohort:

The seven of us will enter the bunker in

nearby, hesitated for a

if there

much larger and better prepared force. Sunny stared

"There are. So what?"

had turned the abandoned

a regular

in their ability to

of his confidence, though, came from

fill it out as the Irregulars watched attentively. Passage after passage, room after room... soon, a detailed map of the bunker was projected in

a snake-like monstrosity and drew several red dots on its body. Those were

stared at the projection,

paying him any attention,

Awakened abominations, and the heart of the nest seems to be situated on the fourth, with several Fallen protecting it. There's not a lot of room to move, so mind the walls. Sam, leave the rifle behind. It won't be of any use

remainder of the fifteen minutes going over the important points and explaining what kind of

brandished their weapons and entered the bunker, disappearing into the darkness without a single radiant

and Nightmare remained outside to guard the

light, the unpredictable nature of the terrain, the twists and turns of narrow passages that could lead to an ambush at any second, the limited space

lay of the land was, and had already developed an optimal plan of attack. Even if something unexpected happened, Sunny's shadows were keeping an eye on everything, so the cohort would

inside an enemy stronghold instead. The Awakened seemed to know the structure of the bunker better than its current inhabitants, as well