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#rp -Fox-trotterton, a down trodden, violence wracked, crumbling city on the edge of nowhere. Beyond that city in any direction is open land, clear views in all directions, and the rotting bodies and... View More#rp -Fox-trotterton, a down trodden, violence wracked, crumbling city on the edge of nowhere. Beyond that city in any direction is open land, clear views in all directions, and the rotting bodies and discarded luggage of those who tried to flee. And didn't make it. Walled in on all sides, with the only way in being either flown in or helicoptered in (or, if you know how, scaled in via the crumbling walls themselves), Fox-trotterton is alive with the sounds of alarms, shootings, shouts, and. In some places. Dead silence. It stinks of rotting flesh, rotting fruits and veggies, mould, spilled oil, and smoke, from the fires burning here and there. They go out on their own, occasionally. Sometimes even taking 3, 4 or more lives while doing so.-
-It is in this place where Helena Huntrix, a special combat agent of a secret organization, is operating in. Slithering between the falling down buildings, rubble, bodies yet to be buried, pools of strange liquid and gods know what else, she sneaks into a tall structure. And by tall structure, I mean one of the multi story buildings to have yet to fall down. Edging near a broken window, past rotting wooden furniture, she looks out into the rain swept open park. No grass, just cement, rusting swings and a slide, peering into the greyness. Her assault battle rifle resting beside her. Her black uniform hiding her body.-
