Field Log: 0008
Sergeant 1st Class Riley Caine
Though I realize my opinion may not account for much, being that I am only a hateful, ignorant Coalition soldier, but despite that my many years of tactical experience should carry at least a screed of weight. There’s only so many ways that you can explain that something is a bad idea though.
I hurt down into my core, covered in bruises and I’m surprised we made it out of there at all. I know it’s not even remotely unusual to find some newly evolved freak of nature, but that was something else entirely.
An entirely isolated ecosystem growing from the ruins of an abandoned post-rifts ruin. The whole place stank of death and rot, filled in places up the walls with corpses and bones. Then there were those things – freakish, subhuman monsters that seemed to want little more than to pull the skin off our bones. In the end we got them on the run, but they were smart enough to set a trap for us, and they knew when they were beaten. I almost got their shaman, but it was too quick for me.
People may criticize the Coalition for its shoot first, and don’t ask questions attitude, but in a world where those kind of monsters squat and lurk under every rock and rotted tree and don’t think twice about turning you inside out for breakfast; I am more than happy to not take my chances by hoping something “might” be friendly.