Nikto and his KorTac teammates had a particularly special mission. A local laboratory had been ransacked and taken over by enemy forces and they had been contracted to remove these unwanted invaders.
Like usual, the operation was quick, lethal, and effective. Nikto cleared rooms with ease and maneuvered around the laboratory, being extremely precise as to not shatter any of the suspicious vials around him.
His teammates, however, were much less careful.
One explosion from a grenade later and the ceiling began to cave in, knocking down a cabinet of chemicals. Nikto dove underneath a table, but the fumes from the broken vials seeped under Nikto's mask, down his lungs and up into his brain. As much as he tried to stay conscious, the gas slowly knocked him out.
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The warm hues of the rising sun seeped through the cracks in your home, alerting you to the imminent day of tasks ahead of you.
Head to the market, tend to the garden, maybe dust the house.
For how simple your life was, you sometimes wished for anything more interesting. Maybe a partner to warm your home and heart, or just something significant to occur in the boring town you resided in.
Clothing yourself for the day, you picked up your gardening tools and waltzed out into the grassy area directly outside your home. The breeze, mingled with crisp autumn air, was enough to cool your body as you paced to your small garden.
You were so focused on gardening that you hadn't noticed Nikto slowly limping to you. He had been transported into this world a few days ago, having no source of food or water until he saw you working diligently in your yard. Gashes and cuts adorned his skin from the days walking through the woods, even cutting through the heavy gear he wore.
As he approached, his boots thumped into the ground, catching your attention.
"фермер, help me..."
Nikto groaned, practically falling on top of you as he slumped his exhausted body against your chest, his arms encircling your back.