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[font size=1" color="#FF0000]LAST EDITED ON Oct-14-01 AT 07:40AM (GMT)[p]Dusty, faded brick buildings and broken factories were painted in a warm, orange glow. It seemed out of place in the cold atmosphere that surrounded Berlin. The snow covered canyons of rubble looked almost friendly this morning. The sunlight and the promise of warmth almost brought Josef Buyanov out of his hiding place in the shadows of an alley. But his willpower, tempered by his survival instinct kept him hidden.
Josef was still thin despite the large quantities of meat he consumed. The sharp, hard lines of his gaunt face were pulled into a perpetual scowl. His life had been a cruel one. Now all that mattered was ending the lives of others; like the lone soldier walking down the debris littered street.
Josef's mood always darkened when he saw one the oppressive Red Knight soldiers on patrol. The arrogant men always got what was coming to them, however. Josef made sure of that...
"Comrade!" Someone across the street called to the soldier. The man turned to look for the owner of the voice. Josef took advantage of this opportunity to leap from his hiding spot with uncanny speed and grace.
Steel flashed in the sunlight before being buried in the soldier's back. The man let out a gurgle as he dropped to the asphalt under Buyanov's weight. Another man ran from the shadows behind Josef to help him off the body and seize the limp legs. The owner of the voice that had called the soldier's attention stepped out and grabbed the arms. The two men lifted the body between them and quickly carried it into the alley. Josef followed after casting one more glance down the empty street.
The three men dined on the body, accepting the grim reality that there wasn't enough food to go around. They all sat around a small cooking fire, tearing at the pieces of flesh and not uttering a word. It wouldn't have mattered what they said to each other anyway; they all spoke different languages.
All of their backgrounds were strikingly similar. They had all initially followed the Red Knights in their promise of food and shelter and were all betrayed to the harshness of starvation in the streets of Berlin. And in turn, they had all snapped, giving into their gnawing hunger. The giving in was all the same; feeding on the flesh of another man. It was this that connected them, in its own strange way. Cannibalism was their bond.
Gerhardt was a citizen of Berlin when the Red Knights arrived. He was strong and muscular then, but the nine years of starvation had caused him to fade into a shadow of his former self. His shoulder-length, black hair had rapidly grayed as his body became a walking skeleton. His eyes now burned with a feverish desire to take revenge on those that had destroyed his life. Although he was sixty, his lust for vengeance kept him strong and as healthy as he could be in his haggard state.
Ro was a fair-haired, stocky Swedish man who was wandering the wastes of Europe. The Red Knights had stripped him of all his gear and provisions. This had been a fairly recent occurance, however. His will to survive kept him alive for a year before he met Gerhardt, who had also taken a liking to human flesh. Ro was a quite man even among the people that understood what he was saying. He prefered to stay in the shadows, out of sight and out of mind. He had been like that for all of his twenty years.
Josef really didn't know what had posessed him to come to Berlin in the first place. He thought it may have been the promises of a unified world, and a chance to see some of it. He was born in Leningrad and had slowly made his way to Berlin with other civilians that followed in the wake of the seemingly invincible soldiers. Life had been easier then, when there was still food and clothing aplenty. But, the Red Knights made a fatal mistake; they expanded too far too fast. Their supplies ran out and they could no longer afford to feed to populace of conquered cities. The Red Knights became a strictly military power, leaving the civilians as an afterthought. Josef was an afterthought that was also a thorn in side of the Knights that controlled Berlin. His first act of cannibalism gave way to an uncontrolled killing frenzy that stirred the hornet's nest that was Berlin into a maddened revolt, which was quickly put down due to the utter lack of food. Not enough people were willing to give in to consuming humans. It didn't matter to Josef; all he wanted was to survive. So he snuck back into the city, where prey was plentiful. He lived as a predator now, the leader of a ravenous pack bent on surviving at all costs.
He looked at Ro and Gerhartd and grinned a wicked, unpleasant grin. It was returned with equal stomach-turning smiles. Another Red Knight dead, and only two-thousand more to go.
Josef was still thin despite the large quantities of meat he consumed. The sharp, hard lines of his gaunt face were pulled into a perpetual scowl. His life had been a cruel one. Now all that mattered was ending the lives of others; like the lone soldier walking down the debris littered street.
Josef's mood always darkened when he saw one the oppressive Red Knight soldiers on patrol. The arrogant men always got what was coming to them, however. Josef made sure of that...
"Comrade!" Someone across the street called to the soldier. The man turned to look for the owner of the voice. Josef took advantage of this opportunity to leap from his hiding spot with uncanny speed and grace.
Steel flashed in the sunlight before being buried in the soldier's back. The man let out a gurgle as he dropped to the asphalt under Buyanov's weight. Another man ran from the shadows behind Josef to help him off the body and seize the limp legs. The owner of the voice that had called the soldier's attention stepped out and grabbed the arms. The two men lifted the body between them and quickly carried it into the alley. Josef followed after casting one more glance down the empty street.
The three men dined on the body, accepting the grim reality that there wasn't enough food to go around. They all sat around a small cooking fire, tearing at the pieces of flesh and not uttering a word. It wouldn't have mattered what they said to each other anyway; they all spoke different languages.
All of their backgrounds were strikingly similar. They had all initially followed the Red Knights in their promise of food and shelter and were all betrayed to the harshness of starvation in the streets of Berlin. And in turn, they had all snapped, giving into their gnawing hunger. The giving in was all the same; feeding on the flesh of another man. It was this that connected them, in its own strange way. Cannibalism was their bond.
Gerhardt was a citizen of Berlin when the Red Knights arrived. He was strong and muscular then, but the nine years of starvation had caused him to fade into a shadow of his former self. His shoulder-length, black hair had rapidly grayed as his body became a walking skeleton. His eyes now burned with a feverish desire to take revenge on those that had destroyed his life. Although he was sixty, his lust for vengeance kept him strong and as healthy as he could be in his haggard state.
Ro was a fair-haired, stocky Swedish man who was wandering the wastes of Europe. The Red Knights had stripped him of all his gear and provisions. This had been a fairly recent occurance, however. His will to survive kept him alive for a year before he met Gerhardt, who had also taken a liking to human flesh. Ro was a quite man even among the people that understood what he was saying. He prefered to stay in the shadows, out of sight and out of mind. He had been like that for all of his twenty years.
Josef really didn't know what had posessed him to come to Berlin in the first place. He thought it may have been the promises of a unified world, and a chance to see some of it. He was born in Leningrad and had slowly made his way to Berlin with other civilians that followed in the wake of the seemingly invincible soldiers. Life had been easier then, when there was still food and clothing aplenty. But, the Red Knights made a fatal mistake; they expanded too far too fast. Their supplies ran out and they could no longer afford to feed to populace of conquered cities. The Red Knights became a strictly military power, leaving the civilians as an afterthought. Josef was an afterthought that was also a thorn in side of the Knights that controlled Berlin. His first act of cannibalism gave way to an uncontrolled killing frenzy that stirred the hornet's nest that was Berlin into a maddened revolt, which was quickly put down due to the utter lack of food. Not enough people were willing to give in to consuming humans. It didn't matter to Josef; all he wanted was to survive. So he snuck back into the city, where prey was plentiful. He lived as a predator now, the leader of a ravenous pack bent on surviving at all costs.
He looked at Ro and Gerhartd and grinned a wicked, unpleasant grin. It was returned with equal stomach-turning smiles. Another Red Knight dead, and only two-thousand more to go.
