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“No Idea is too small. All Ideas are Sparks. A Spark can create an

Inferno.”

-Kenneth Kabbal

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-Scene Selection-

Prelude ............................................................................. 4

Hide and Seek, Hide and Die ................................................ 6

Another Night Out ............................................................... 8

Regret and Recovery .......................................................... 10

Sudden Departure .............................................................. 12

Media Blitz ........................................................................ 14

Home Invaders .................................................................. 15

Those Goddamn Brats ........................................................ 18

60 Miles An Hour ............................................................... 22

Thank You For Shopping ..................................................... 25

Tunnels and The Soulless .................................................... 28

Maintain Coexistence .......................................................... 31

Electrical Interference ......................................................... 33

An Angel Descends ............................................................ 35

No Longer Safe .................................................................. 37

Let Them Feed .................................................................. 39

Seal Them! Seal Them All!!! ................................................ 41

Global Reports Confirmed .................................................... 43



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-- TUNNELS: The Darkest Nexus --

……

Prelude

……

Human beings have always been a curious species. The sight

and the sound of something new and unfamiliar outside of the

daily drags would spark an innate investigative instinct. Humans

have been conditioned to use solid ground to crawl and walkupon, walls made of brick constructed to separate the uninvited.

Despite this known fact, folklore has mentioned fragments in time

where mortals have been able to traverse through buildings made

of stone and granite, passing through without caution or

resistance.

Strange apparitions with a blue florescence have been

recorded by historians at random points in time. Some havequoted these appearances as a wavering column of light, as the

flickering flame atop the wick of a candlestick in past times.

Various religious sects have given these rifts many labels, none of

them are holy nor sacred.

Scripture can be translated from many of the old books,

written in tongues across the planet depicting these gateways as

icons to be feared and destroyed. However, modern times have

made laws such as these and many others to be considered

relics, unconstitutional, and only small pockets in our society

would hold these teachings to heart.



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These occurrences are rare in frequency and vary in size,

deemed to be shimmering spectacles of light coming from the

natural order, celebrated as the aurora borealis for some. Taking

snapshots and home video of each portal for amusement, ready

to post on Facebook pages to share with friends and family, to

the point in which being within sight of one would be considered

an omen in some cultures.

Leaders in Earth Sciences have attempted to decree a

labored theory as a buildup of gases or refractions of light that

would explain this phenomena, very few were brave enough to

make contact or send human life through one without any initial

repercussions.



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……

Hide and Seek, Hide and Die

……

A set of kids, between ages of 8 and 12, playing in a

Sequoia wooded engaged in a game of “hide and seek”. The kids

disperse while the countdown has started leaving the main

playground open and deserted with the one exemption of the onenow known as “It”. All of their hiding spots are very good, well

concealed as they stay motionless one by one, behind these

massively branched behemoths. One little boy turns around as

the end of the countdown draws near. He is confident that he

can find a larger tree for refuge and was able to quickly locate a

much older, much grander Sequoia uphill.

He makes the charge against the staggering incline as he is

seconds away from being spotted from down below. What he

finds is the largest Sequoia in sight as the light cascades between

its sky-clearing branches. He reaches his destination, panting

from exhaustion, he makes the occasional peak to detect any

pursuers following his trail. Resting his back against the bark of

the tree, he is completely oblivious of the aura of blue light

reflecting off his back, sending off blue lens flares swirling about

him.



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Embedded within the tree bark, a cavernous void opens

behind him, allowing a massive forearm to stretch through, with

its scaly clawed hands grasping the little boy shrieking in terror.

He is pulled back as the creature’s arms coil around him, jerking

his shaking body, while tearing through its vertebrae and torso in

a diagonal slash. The kid can be heard screaming across the

park, alerting the others scattered about the area, leaving

everyone stunned and puzzled of the messy visual before them.



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……

Another Night Out

……

Earth, our rotating planet can be seen from countless miles

away and from many vantage points. San Francisco, California,

under the nightsky, revealing an eager 28-year old named Daniel

in his high-rise condo preparing for a long awaited Friday nightout to a poplar nightclub.

He drives down the road with electro-house music (Stephen

J Kroos “Distentio”) playing until he reaches his destination.

Daniel makes a trip to the men’s room, making sure everything is

set right in the mirror, goes to the auto-towel dispenser, waving

his hand for a towel. He receives one, but would prefer a second,

waving, waving, and waving his hand again until finally anotherrolls outward. From there, a DJ is spinning with girls and guys

dancing enjoying themselves as Daniel rendezvous with the

bartender. Ordering a round of his favorite drink, he spots

another gentleman next to him as he is enjoying the music and

the crowd.

The two greet each other with conversation as Daniel

proceeds to gaze at the other gentleman and ask him with false

assertiveness, “So, what he is doing later tonight?” The other

guy slams his drink down, puzzled, and becomes enflamed with

anger. “What did you ask me?” Punches Daniel’s face with a

frontal assault, then yelling “You are in the wrong damn club



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man… “My wife is dancing over there!” Extending his arms

pointing to his far left, nearly knocking the drink out of another

man’s beer from his hand, “Hey watch it bastard!!!” “Whoa,

whoa, whoa fellas!!!” coming from the bartender. Daniel stumbles

out of the club leaving the onlookers to gawk at the night’s

awkward situation. He wakes up Monday morning in a daze,

looking in the mirror taking a glance at the shiner, making a deep

sigh, leading up to another corporate workday.



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……

Regret and Recovery

……

Driving into a busy intersection in his sporty sedan again

with his electro-house pulsing from his car speakers (most likely

a Subaru of some kind), he pulls into the Left-most turning lane

and is the last one in line. Braking at the red light, he pulls therear-view mirror down towards his direction. He takes another

look of a reminder of what a fun-filled weekend has in store for

someone of his caliber; bruised with shiny reds and purples on

the right-side of his face. Into the mirror’s reflection Daniel

continues to probe and stare, his “not-quite healed but still very

noticeable” bruise on his upper cheek is still throbbing. He notices

that the light shifts to green and he begins to build his

momentum to follow the herd.

Within the mirror reflection a flickering blue streak can be

seen in the distance behind him. A blue streak that starts to

mature into the form of a gaping vortex behind Daniel’s line of

vision. Nearly three cars can be seen becoming engulfed inside a

swirling nebula that has hauntingly materialized in the middle of

this city street. Neighboring cars begin to fish-tail and swerve

away in a panic, causing an assortment of head-on collisions.Unaware and inattentive, Daniel proceeds to veer onto the

speeding on-ramp onto I-80.



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Making up to his parking complex, he shuffles into his

cubicle, just as a few co-workers sympathetically show up to his

desk asking him what happened displaying his shiner as if it was

a badge of honor. His residing supervisor approaches him to

admire his ability to come in under the circumstance, especially

since two other staff members have called out sick. A gaggle of IT

Managers breeze past Daniel’s cube as they begin to discuss

matters of a major IT upgrade for the company post-meeting.

They eventually and unanimously agree to break for lunch.



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……

Sudden Departure

……

While crossing congested city streets littered with braking

cars, with speedy and nimble cycle couriers, all while fighting the

after lunch crowd to return to work, a pair of IT reps make their

route back to the office building on foot. Engaged in the franticactivity around him with steaming cappuccino in hand, one of the

managers receives a mission critical BlackBerry message during

the peak of a company wide database upgrade. Without

hesitation, while crossing Clay and Montgomery, he grabs his

phone from the holster, scrolling/texting on his device in

disbelief.

Glancing instinctively upward to avoid collision, completelydistracted with his trajectory, takes him straight into one of

several stone foundation pillars of his office building. A split-

second differential between an impactful face-to-stone injury, a

flicker of blue light with the width of his wing span sparks before

his eyes, engulfing him into another tunnel-like manifestation.

The sight of the swirling blue flame alerts his senses intopanic mode, as these flames do not burn to the touch, instead a

surge of wintery breezes chills him to the bone as he arrives to

the other side. He emerges onto a grayed barren landscape, flat

with minor elevations on the surface, in certain sections having a



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horizon without end. White searing light casted from above, yet

remains forever under a sun-less sky with a billowing of blacken

clouds and temperatures frigid in atmosphere as the Northern

tundra.

Shivering in his business suit, he turns about in wonder of

this difficult environment for any living human life to sustain itself

upon. He hears what could be a series of muffled groans, gargled

by obstruction to a distant left. He shifts the corner of his eye at

a hesitant pace to confirm whatever suspicions his imagination

could be presenting to him, however, nothing appears to

materialize before him. The only item that is apparent is his

leather bound briefcase and the bluish portal that has jettisonedto this destitute world.

Wasting little time, he begins to make his way back through

the mysterious exit-point to return to a dimension more familiar

and hospitable, just as a score of strange brutish figures step into

the absolute foreground. He is shuttled back to the bustling San

Francisco streets, punching a hole through reality as the portal

closes concentrically onto itself. Onlookers of this phenomenonare in a state of confusion and begin to cautiously circle around

the gentleman who appears frostbitten over the majority of his

involuntarily shaking body.



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……

Media Blitz

……

Coverage of these events are leaked and simulcast across

the media-ways, on CNN, YouTube, and the local news in a media

whirlwind. A walking passer-by talking on his cell phone can be

heard amongst the inquisitive crowd, giving his friend the generalplay-by-play while on his way back home. Talking non-stop while

on the street, later converging into the driver’s seat of his car,

talking feverishly on speakerphone about this freak occurrence.

Talking all the way while driving single-hand style until he

reaches his destination where his beautiful wife greets him with

open arms.

She goes into detail of the coverage that he has missed asshe shows him that this made frontline news on multiple TV

stations, posted with the late breaking graphics speckled across

the TV screen. They soon grow wary of the newscast and begin to

look into each other’s eyes, tussling around on the sofa with one

another as many couples would after an exhaustive day working

abroad.



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……

Home Invaders

……

They're playful actions become more and more intense,

leading from the living room into the nearby bedroom, undressing

like no tomorrow. After stripping down to the bare minimum, the

mount is complete with his body atop hers, pinning her down,brushing his cheek against hers, however she adjusts her body to

reverse the position as she prefers to be on top. Her hair

cascades downward onto his smiling face, showing appreciation of

the effort she displays to hold his arms firmly in place.

As he gazes upward into her eyes, he becomes slightly

preoccupied as he notices a faint blue streak of light just behind

his finance’s head of auburn hair, particularly against theheadboard resting on the bedroom wall. The streak grows into a

dashing flicker of blue light with the width of his wing span, it

appears to be a rip in time and space directly behind her. Out of

instinct he screams to catch her attention and yanks her startled

body away from questionable harm, as he places his hands

around hers, a mammoth sized forearm extends from the portal.

Clawing outward with vicious speed, aligned with fearsome

talons made of bone and harden calcification. This growth of

what appears to be a stretch of callus starts from the tips of each

finger throughout the arm protruding past the elbows. The other

arm swings with great reflex, as if this creature is punching



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through currents of ocean. The claws from its hands smash the

bed into splinters as the couple flee for their lifes and jump away

for temporary safety.

As its body pieces through the portal, its hulking size sets itapart from any current, living classification, its head nearly

scrapping the bedroom ceiling. Scaly grey in color due to life

without sunlight, heavily scratched and war-torn, obviously from

another time and place.

The couple screams, terrified to their core, they pick

themselves off the quaking ground beneath them making every

attempt for an escape. The creature lunges forward and the

husband places hands onto the dresser closest to the exit door,

pulling out the emergency loaded revolver from the top drawer.

The young lady screams at the sight of the invader but looks

up to see other sets of swirling blue light populating along the

bedroom walls. Like a series of firecrackers multiplying in

number, and soon expanding in size stretch across the entire

backwall. Each monster, their veins networking throughout their

body, glows with a prominent dark turquoise illumination, glowing

in the shroud of dim bedroom. Claws, disfigured and mangled,

projecting from the swirling blue light in their bedroom.

The second one not as tall, but it is broader in width and

girth, both showing what could be considered remnants of human

physiology. The boyfriend takes aim and fires half a round into

both monsters. To his surprise, the bullets do not puncture nor

deflect upon impact. The slugs are absorbed and consumed bythe body as they continue their pursuit with knuckle and claw

scrapping the floorboards toward the sounds of the running

screams that intrigue them.



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They collide into whatever obscures their path, four

additional creatures emerge from the vortex, all displaying severe

visual impairments that could be easily rectified through the raw

power of their strength. Running through the foyer, the couple

runs hand in hand out of their home while the creatures plow

through the walls and bookcases between them. With keys in

hand, they bolt into their crossover SUV in the garage, crank the

ignition and barrel through the closed garage door, smashing it

into pieces, and speeds through the unsuspecting neighborhood.

Both creatures tear through the front of the house in search

of their hosts, while belching a wrenched screech. They make

their way across the street; the blue tunnel inside the bedroombegins to collapse upon itself. These monsters, six in total,

continue their wondering rampage walking the streets, crashing

through the adjacent house with screams echoing late into the

evening hours.



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……

Those Goddamn Brats

……

Jetting down the highway, the couple cannot contain

composure as they ramble on about this unearthly home

invasion. Barely able to maintain his focus while driving the

winding roads, he is nearly at the point of hysteria afterwitnessing what appears to be the same blue funnel he saw

before during the event downtown that caught the world’s

attention. Their SUV, racing down the road at understandably

accelerating speeds, makes a near sideswipe with an oncoming

carload of overly chatty and post-game hyped teenagers on the

opposite side of the street.

Two high school aged girls sit in the back of the four door

sedan, enthusiastic over the events of the highly anticipated rival

football match up. The excitement continues on at the top of

their inside voices including the way too distracted driver along

with the front passenger multitasking on her family plan based

cellular. She is playing human telephone telling the rest of her

crew who will be showing up at the local BurgerHop, the usual

hang-out spot for local teenagers buzzing with after-hours gossip.

All of the cars begin to circle the restaurant in a constant flow of pubescent privilege with the sit down booths filling up faster by

the minute.

As she grabs her lightweight cardigan from the nearby break

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grab a much derived smokebreak. Amongst the rising decibel

levels of clanging silverware and adolescent gossip, Erma makes

a desperate attempt to clear her head by walking out of the front

door. She steps outside to rendezvous with her fellow co-worker,

Leonard, who gives each other the same look of discontent they

tend to give each other during hectic late night shifts. Both agree

that working at a dump such as this during the town’s

homecoming week has stressed them out beyond belief. Erma,

solidifying their sentiments by telling Leonard how much she can’t

stand to see those Goddamn brats spending “daddy’s” money

carefree and with reckless abandon.

Several car screeches can be heard all around the block astwo cars punch their accelerators at an adjacent red-light. A pair

of sporty sedans driven by spoiled repeat High School Juniors

decided to use the parkway as a drag-strip, both with their

windows rolled down hooting instinctively at one another down

the road. An additional string of high-priced cars erratically

accelerate into the drive-thru lane with yet another patty-wagon

full of eager youngsters. The line of cars appear to coil around the

bustling BurgerHop’s drive thru, one of the cars finally pulls up to

the ordering speaker with the dauntingly arranged yet well

illuminated menu board.

The pack of young girls begin to make their selection by

shrieking her order into the BurgerHop speaker firmly planted in

the ground perpendicular to the board behind it. Unbeknownst to

the hungry hunters quarrelling inside their sedan, the rod

mounted onto the speaker begins to give off a slight rockingvibration. Soon developing a small tremor causing a continued

reverberation onto the girls’ party wagon leaving them perplexed

what could be causing such an odd disturbance. A glimmer of

faint light begins to form just outside the car which instantly



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billows into an oversized circular swirl of blue energy in front of

the menu board.

A colossal creature with a dense grey hide makes a sudden

barge out of the blue field, terrifying the young passengers insidethe car in its wake. The girls, panic-stricken at the sight of the

grotesque abomination charging towards them, make every

desperate attempt to flee from their seat-belt restraints. Given

the creature’s sheer velocity and weight, it easily overtakes

topples the menu board and speaker stationed in front of it along

with the red sports sedan with violent ease.

It knocks the car over on its side and the screams coming

from within can be heard from all over the BurgerHop premises.

The creature uses its claws to gouge the car’s iron framework

with its gargantuan claws, shredding through the metal as if it

was warm cheese, mangling the automobile and the bloodied

occupants with it.

A number of creatures similar to this raging juggernaut

begin surging out of the blue vortex, exhibiting similar destructive

antics causing a disheveled sea of chaos within minutes. Catching

the sounds coming from the opposite side of the building, Erma

has been finishing the last segment of her Virginia Slim and can

hear the clangs of overturned metal that rattle the foundation

beneath her. Within shouting distance, she watches a pick-up

truck being tossed across the parking lot like a tumbleweed,

sending all occupants inside the restaurant into a massive and

panicked exodus out of the building.

Erma sprints, carrying her full figured frame around the

corner with her handbag firmly in grasp, where she makes a

sudden stop as she encounters a pulsing blue orb that is forming

right in front of her. Hesitant to find out what develops from this



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mysterious field obstructing her path, she quickly sidesteps in

order to avoid additional danger.

With her car nearby, Erma makes an exhaustive effort to

make her wheezing approach to her aging Oldsmobile. Just stepsaway from the car, a wretched screech bellows from the direction

of the developing blue void as another monstrosity lurches out

from the other side. It catches sight of Erma sprinting in the

opposite direction and makes an aggressive, near barbaric charge

towards her. Car keys are firmly inserted in the car door, Erma

throws herself into the driver’s seat, making a quick glance into

the rear mirror, confirming the danger trailing behind.

A photo can be seen taped on the dash of the car of her and

her boyfriend Earl, the two of them standing in front of those

cheesy “mall portrait” background that says Earl and Erma

encircled in a heart shape. Erma turns the ignition and frantically

hurls herself out of the parking lot amongst the sea of chaos

surrounding her. She drives over the curb causing a flurry of

sparks in her hasty bolt away from the horrors chasing behind

her while she grabs her cell from her uniform smock pocket.

Erma, with high anxiety, presses the Send/Call button trying to

attempt to connect and screaming in frustration.



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……

60 Miles An Hour

……

The receiving cell phone can be seen on the other end,

flashing its call lights with bold font spelling “ERMA” blinking on

the screen. The phone, placed inside a trucker’s cupholder, is

mounted within 16-wheeler driving cabin as Earl snarls at a SUVnarrowly missing his payload behind him. He carries the

traditional trucker’s shell, portly and unshaven; cranking out his

favorite tracks from the I-Pod jacked into his robust sound

system. Blasting an electronic/rock hybrid song, jamming his

head as he knows all the words, he takes the occasional glance

down to jump to a specific playlist.

Proceeding onward down another straightaway, he makeshis way into familiar territory, only a matter of yards in front of

his massive engine separates him and a faint blue flicker of light

linear to the highway road itself. The flicker jumps in size,

forming a humongous gorge in space, whirlpool-like is motion

that yields dimension greater than the size of the eighteen-

wheeler itself. There was not enough time for the driver to

perform any evasive maneuvers as he frantically slams the

breaking system and circling the steering wheel respectfully. Thetruck is hurled into the swirling blue tunnel later to find itself

reaching through onto the other side maintaining its full speeds

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Thunderous thuds and bangs can be heard from within his

cabin while he steers violently between both directions, of which

does not appear to steer him back onto any highway surface.

Instead, he will find scores of walking bodies that are being

trampled by the gravity and weight of his moving transfer truck.

Its friction and speed mows them down one by one as if they

were summer’s grassy overgrowth, colliding into the engine’s

chrome bumpers face first and then flattened by the man-sized

truck wheels.

This creates a chaotic speed-bump effect for the driver as

the bodies begin to unevenly collide with the truck on all sides.

Loud clashes can be heard coming from impacts on the driver’s

windshield due to the collisions made from the life-forms flying in

the air as well. The aerial creatures can be seen from afar,

descending onto the speeding vehicle with great haste and

formation.

Seemingly unaware with rabid disregard of the truck’s steel-

framed composition, they too become crushed upon impact and

shoved aside with little prejudice as the truck continues forward.

The visible wind shears prominently whip about the exterior of

the truck from the drop in temperature and overall velocity. The

speed of the truck’s path will begin to decelerate forcing the truck

to jolt from side by side.

The clumps of bodies left behind gradually begin to

unnaturally rise and resurrect on their own “legs” (two legged,some four legged). An eerie iridescent glow of blue pulses

throughout their bodies is a prominent visible network of veins

and arteries from head to toe. The creatures begin to severely

claw through the lining of the truck, creating a series of raking



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sparks along the sides and the roof top of both the pay load and

the driver’s cabin as he screams witnessing the terror that

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……

Thank You For Shopping

……

Meanwhile, at a completely unrelated town at a completely

unrelated mega-mart, (akin to Wal-Mart or Sam’s Club) is filled to

the brim with customers shopping and browsing in every one of

its 68 aisles. An announcer can be heard providing updates onthe recent markdowns and profusely thanking all customers for

selecting their store for all of their purchases.

The store’s concession stand is just as packed with hungry

clientele looking to restore their intake with cheap carb

consumption, nachos, hot dogs, giant pretzels, the works.

Another determined shopper takes up the beverage stand as the

line continues to build. She grabs what appears to be eachavailable condiment on display; straws, lids, sugars, napkins.

Ultimately leaving the people more and more irritated as she

would make indecisive gestures going back time and time again.

Shopping musak is projected through the speakers, certain

customers decide to buy a bulk pack of socks, another is selecting

a new CD from Electronics, and the condiment lady makes her

final selection and proceeds to graze onward. In the women’s

section, a young lady holds a new blouse against herself to

measure the fit and length, but second guesses the color and

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She becomes distracted as a faint streak of blue light begins

to pulsate in mid-air to the aisle adjacent to her. This creates a

seismic rippling effect throughout the whole store to that of an

unfamiliar earthquake for this region. The blue streak begins to

stretch itself into a large cavernous blue vortex within a blink of

an eye that reveals a pair of oversized truck lights piercing

through the haze. Out comes the large transfer truck barreling

through the women’s intimate appeal section at full speed with

half a dozen scaled creatures clinging onto the side panels of the

vehicle.

The innocent bystanders flee for their lives in the opposite

direction of the moving truck; some unfortunate onlookers arealso trampled by the truck’s weight and speed. The rubber from

the skidding tires creates a deafening sound inside the store, the

driver inside the cabin begins to violently swerve the truck’s

trajectory in an effort to stabilize the mammoth battering ram.

His cargo trailer starts to jack-knife while in store, knocking down

near-by aisles full of merchandise toppling onto the unsuspecting

assembly of shoppers.

Soon after, another horde of unsightly creatures would

follow the trucks path. They become attracted to the sounds of

the screaming crowd, they begin to lunge and grab onto the

closest person or object around them. The motions of the people

yelling and running in a panic are conversely just as new and

exciting as the creatures themselves, carrying a skittish instinct

to claw at any movement within their immediate territory. They

begin their raid towards every man, woman and child, leaping

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A mother grabs a large and well sharpened gardening shears

forged of heavy iron to counterattack one of the creatures that is

mercilessly using her child’s face as an emery board. The sharp

tool is plugged into the back of the monster, it is plunged into its

body but the blade bends and curves upon impact without

causing the damage the mother was hoping for. Another creature

grabs the neck of the mother and tears through the flesh with

fierce brutality, soon ripping through the body in a sweeping

vertical motion with the other set of razor claws.

The truck continues to clear a destructive L-shaped pathway

throughout the store, the weight of the payload begins to tilt at

such an angle that the truck begins to roll-over. It teeters on its

side, while its own acceleration continues to push forward.

Ultimately making way through the far entrance and cashier’s

stations, leaving a devastating trail of rubble and bodies in its

wake. An aerial perspective would display the wreckage and

continuing slaughter of the store’s inhabitance with remnants of

human life scattered about. The creatures continue theirmovement outside the storefront.



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……

Tunnels and The Soulless

……

The path of chaos will conclude in the electronics section

when a large Flat Screen TV is broadcasting a live in-studio press

conference with a group of world-renowned religious historians

and self-proclaimed prophets. There is a faint trace of audiocoming from the TV that can be heard amongst the screams of

terror surrounding it. A violent jolt knocks it off the shelf,

smashing on the ground, damaging it with significant scratches

on the side panel.

The screen would flicker upon impact and steadily regain its

picture of the preacher providing a grim testimony of things to

come in the near future. He outlines the nature of these Tunnelsthat have become a traveling plague on our society. More

importantly, how necessary it is to have these reoccurrences and

that it has been foretold by generations before us.

As somewhat illustrated on the detailed pyramid-like insignia

on his lapel, he explains that the Egyptian cultures were able to

construct the closest representation of what we know as the

Universe around us. With the cradle of life primarily focused

within the Egyptian region, they were the first to establish the

fundamentals of any explanation of the cycles of life and the

many resolutions that come after death. Mummification was a

method they used to confirm ones place into Heaven provided to



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a select few, thus placing a sense of hierarchy amongst society.

The scores of individuals not able to make the necessary

preparations shall be lost in the afterlife, or worst, eternally

punished for the sins and sacrilege they have committed

throughout their lives.

The preacher gestures towards his pyramid symbol that is

broken into 3-segments with a stripe separating the top and

bottom portions. Confirming that we currently exist within the

middle plane, the physical plane, of his symbol. Those who

cannot go to Heaven (at the topmost of the pyramid) are lost to

spend their days in the forever Plains of Purgatory (pointing

towards the 2-stripes separating Heaven & Hell).

The Tunnels are a gateway between our physical world and

that of Purgatory. These creatures have neither ascended nor

descended to their eternal resting place. These “Soulless”

creatures are no different from you nor I. They are unfortunate

inhabitants of a distant place and time, and have made their

necessary adaptations to such a forsaken environment for

generations’ past. In fact, the afterlife that is promised to somany may turn out to be something contrary to what most

people would assume to be.

Very few of the living men and women who made it back

venturing through the Tunnel. Any transcription that has made it

back to our realm has been treasured far beyond any Earthly

possession. Every word and illustration that has returned hasbeen upheld as holy doctrine to study vital information for us to

better understand this reoccurring phenomenon nearly five

generations at a time. They grow pale and slate in color due to

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leaving our realm and arriving to this desolate place must have

caused some string of unspeakable deformities.

Namely, the protruding and lining of visible bone that has

calcified tracing from its fingers to mid-bicep, some towering overeight feet. There have been some Soulless reported to have

their bodies merged with that of feral beast such as wolf or

canine. Depending on the individual, each Soulless will have an

outward variation of intensity when the glowing blue hues

streaming throughout their veins. Their veins become very much

apparent while in the darkness, pulsing with blue illuminations

that emit a source of light from their undead, oversized bodies.

Others have four or more legs, even hoof-like some similar tocentaurs in stature.



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……

Maintain Coexistence

……

It has been hypothesized that our world and theirs are

interconnected to regulate the human populace. She has many

titles; Gaia, The Mother Earth, she cannot deal with an

overabundance of the human scale. As a result, these portalsallow access for our dead, these monstrosities, to return on our

surface and regulate our numbers, regulate our overpopulation.

Our Earthly weapons have no effect on the Soulless. Our weapons

will only draw unwanted attention onto the bearer. Any

exaggerated effort seems to be engulfed or fused into the body of

the Soulless, causing zero harm.

There are pockets of indigenous cultures that are grimlyaware of these predestined events. No calendar can calculate

when and to what extent an epidemic of this scale, some actually

welcome this as a traditional phase within the cycle of life. Upon

the Soulless’ arrival, some societies know very well not to

proceed with struggle or rebellion. Warriors’ spears must lay on

the ground and the women must silence their children’s cries as

fate has already decided the outcome of this apocalypse. Some

tribes have described the Soulless as “Mondib Toobai” (roughlytranslated to “Dark Gatekeepers”) and the sight of a Tunnel

would create cries of the “Chetok Toobaiya” (“The Darkest

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The Tunnels provide an established connection between the

world we currently perceive and that of this Purgatory we have

very little information of its origins. There is a strong hypothesis

that the location you are currently present in would be the

paralleled opposite to the Limbo plane. Our land, our planets are

one of the same, yet on opposite ends of the spectrum, the dark

side of the moon if you will.

We have little consolation in the order of a savior or saviors

to come to our aid in the time of need. Winged creatures that do

resemble the Soulless and has been prophesized that they will

come at our most dire of times. They too have been recorded

providing assistance to those stranded within this horridlandscape; protecting those individuals by what has been

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……

Electrical Interference

……

Just as the Clergymen were preparing their conclusions to

the interview, another series of blue light began to pulse

throughout the studio. These strands of light begin to mature

into Tunnels vast in number, unloading another legion of wondering Soulless branching their way into the panicked crowd.

The sparks from electrical hazards begin to fill the room as the

monsters use their strength and jagged claws to run amok,

slicing through frazzled camera equipment and bloodied human

torsos. The elders declare that “This is law and it is how it must

be done for all of eternity and there must be acceptance! If you

run they will only follow!” One of the elders glances up to find a

set of outstretched claws positioned over his head, passing

completely through the skull, its claws causing massive

hemorrhaging in a swift vertical swipe.

This, of course, causes the network’s producers to promptly

display the “Experiencing Technical Difficulties” graphic on the

screen for their distracted viewers. The remaining elders walk

towards the gaping tears in reality and begin to make a stance

accompanied by a number of ancient gestures. What has been

used traditionally among sacred Catholic practitioners from

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Cross”. Moreover, this gesture we know is only the first half of

the act. Once a Tunnel is generated, these select holy

individuals, men, women and children can easily complete this

task:

Placing both hands near the chest, right hand gestures the

cross, as the right hand is nearly complete, that arm continues to

fully extend and soon the left arm to follow to outstretch to full

wing-span. Both hands come back nearly together in steeple

formation and do not touch, generating a bolt of mystical

energies between their hands. Their hands set aglow with a ball

of spiritual light swirling about them. They raise their arms over

head, “karate chop” the Tunnel, “slicing” it with their hands allthe way downward and splicing it in two. As they raise their arms

mid-ways and open their arms fully outstretched, the Tunnel field

itself begins to mimicking the gesture and separate itself divided

in two even halves. The Holy one would yell an ancient phrase

“Be Gone Away From Thee” in Latin, and clap their hands in order

to collapse the Tunnel from that location forever to finalize this

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……

An Angel Descends

……

The crew members make every effort to remove themselves

from the multisectioned studio while the trampled mob can be

seen from overhead leaving the building in floods. A cameraman

was able to make it outside among a select few, all of themstreaming out of their offices making a bolt for the nearby

highway. The cameraman is on his cell phone panting and

sweating, pumping the other arm back and forth for the

additional burst of speed he desperately needs.

He’s shouting into his phone, trying to tell his brother of the

ridiculous events that have just taken place and make himself

heard with the sounds of carnage in the background. His brotheron the other end, who is working in his cubicle, rubbing his sore

shiner on his left cheek. Daniel can barely make out what his

brother is belting out through his earpiece and is surveying the

deluge of footage on his desktop back in San Francisco.

A shaky, color-inverted POV (point of view) can be seen

coming from outside Daniel’s building with an erratic flight

pattern. Eventually plowing directly through the glass window

paneling, a winged creature, seemingly frail, man-like in feature,

careens through a line of stationary desks and work stations

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lying on the floor convulsing as if it is in critical withdrawal, like a

fish out of water.

Grayed in complexion, its head, arms, wings and tail

flapping about, with smears of a deep blue or indigo streakingacross its mouth and arms. Its hue similar to the Soulless pack,

its paleness displays and even greater absence of color

approaching the shade of white. Also absent are the glowing

surges of blue the others appear to prominently display, its veins

appear to be drained, dried and devoid of life.

The end of the tail has dorsal fin like flap which should act as

a type of rudder during flight. The wings extend organically from

underneath the wrist, flowing outward to the scale of a man-sized

manta ray with tremendous talon-like claws. Its body begins a

strange evaporation stage that causes great concern for those

nearby who are running out the door. This deprived “Angel”

appears to be splintering into pieces, gasping and dematerializing

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……

No Longer Safe

……

A collection of office mates continue their escape out of the

building through the labyrinth of stairwells, their trail comes to a

complete stop as the hallway itself begins a violent rumble.

Emergency lights from the ceiling begin to flicker as the grouplook about in cautious amazement. One of the members gives a

nervous cry to “Get the fuck out of here” as another violent

tremor knocks a number of office mates off their feet and a series

of cement bricks are loosen out of place surrounding the stairwell.

Suddenly, a peak of outdoor sunlight emerges between the

cracks, which creates another horrible discovery, an outline of

something large, likeness to that of a Neanderthal/gorilla canbarely be seen from the inside. Its bare fists barricade through,

and with its display of ferocious might, it delivers another blow to

the building. Weakening its overall structure, this causes the

mass exodus of Daniel and his crew to make another turn

downward. As they fall at abrasive speeds to the exposed Earth,

fortunately just two stories above ground. The fall is cushioned

by scrapping/sliding off debris minimizing the general impact

from a non-fatal fall from a collapsing stair well.

They take the time to gather themselves having mere

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have taken place on the outside. The goliath that has succeeded

in demolishing the building’s front corner is clearly taller than the

other Soulless creatures that have been spotted before. Its

boulder-like biceps create a fearsome image onto those who just

witnessed its power. The group stands with awe and dread as the

giant belts a harrowing roar that makes the ground tremble with

caution.

The creature makes a combative swing with his claws

extended, raking through the lower half of Daniel’s body.

Sending his upper half flying into the air, plummeting on the

ground ten yards away as screams can be heard at the sight of

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……

Let Them Feed

……

Looking up into the clouds above, they also see dozens of

Angels that crashed into their facility circling the neighboring

buildings with vultureistic intentions. All of them carrying similar

streaks of indigo along their arms and mouth splattered abouttheir pale colored bodies. Displaying a slight resemblance to the

Soulless creatures, the Angels’ bodies do not display the network

of blue veins that are prominent on their brethren.

They are, however, the only airborne threat that has filled

the skies hunting in pack formations. Some continue to make

diving/swooping gestures at those on land. The same POV will

change back to one of the Angels who start to make its descent.Its vision is quite vivid as it has spotted its target from afar, and

makes its way towards the crowd below.

One of the ladies can clearly see the impending danger that

appears to be speeding towards her from overhead. She grabs

her trusty purse strapped by her side and reaches in to retrieve

her pistol and aims out of instinct. She fires of an entire round

with a number of successful hits on the wing, chest and forehead,

knocking its trajectory off course, plummeting hard and cracking

the freshly paved asphalt. Its carcass creates a minimal impact

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atmosphere, burning to the point where it is eventually left as a

shallow husk.

The same POV would start again from the prospective

further down the block by another Angel flying above. It has

spotted the same target as its fallen brethren, which is currently

staggering down the city block. Within its field of vision lies the

Soulless, emitting a bright blue-like spectrum with a near perfect

outline of glowing blue veins from its prospective as it swoops

down at accelerating speeds and collides with its target talon-

first, pinning it to the concrete ground. The angel begins its

visceral meal by plunging its teeth into the meaty torso, firmly

holding its victim in place by planting its claws and feet down on

all-fours.

Soon after, two more angels descend onto their recent

Soulless buffet by inviting themselves to the festivities, of which

the original hunter angel does not take likely to unwelcomed

guests. They all begin to gorge themselves on what was once an

insurmountable band of mindless monsters; turns out to be on

the bottom of the food chain. After observing this gorefest,

Daniel’s crew begins to make their way through the city. They

intersect more religious sages as they begin to perform their Holy

Banishing ritual. They will be scattered across the city and can

be seen on rooftops and along city streets closing them off, one

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……

Seal Them! Seal Them All!!!

……

Tunnels continue to ripple throughout the city. A pedestrian

on foot is in desperate pursuit to flee from the chaos surrounding

him as he is engulfed into another swirling vortex materializing in

his path. He runs franticly, racing through an active Tunnel beforeit dissipates providing a broader scale of Purgatory’s natural

order. Showing the masses of Soulless aimlessly wondering this

treacherous land, growling and fending off the Angels that hover

above scouring for their meals.

The Soulless have shown aggression amongst themselves,

even turning on one another and eventually developing

cannibalistic needs. They thrive eternally in this forgotten place. Asingle starved Soulless was spotted doubled over in pain and

grief, his legs appear to have lost all strength to remain upright.

Its blue hue has dimmed to a near grey as a display of his lost of

ravenous vitality. The creature staggers to its knees, scratching

the ground below as if its reaching for its last search for

substance. Their body masses varying in shape, soon to develop

a metamorphic stage sprouting wings and taking its first flight

and craving for one of their own. They reset all desires; screechinto the night sky in search of a meal most fitting for a

carnivorous Soulless Angel appetite, those of their own brethren

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Sweeping across the land, another Tunnel that has just

materialized showing an Angel in savage pursuit of its prey, a

wondering Soulless. Speeding through the portal and emerging

onto busy city streets of Times Square, it plows through

oncoming cars and traffic to acquire its target within grasp. The

Soulless appears to be converging onto a fleeing human as the

Angel speeds across the sidewalk, knocking the human off his

feet, only to tackle its prey of a fellow Soulless on the asphalt.

Another Angel flies through, visibly weaken by malnutrition,

enters our atmosphere, only to be greeted by the searing heat

from our atmosphere. In a sweeping movement, it hurtles itself

high into the sky closer and closer into the sun with its wingsoutstretched, its body begins to disintegrate moments after

entering our realm. Its body crumbles into bits in the air, the

ashes swirl about in an effortless ballet of decay and death. A

grand spectacle as it was the last creature of Purgatory reported

in the city and this pattern follows throughout the nation.

This high altitude is adjacent to one of the many rooftops in

downtown where another clergyman is fully engrossed in his HolyBanishing seal. He is reached the mid-point of his ritualistic

technique by splitting an active Tunnel in two divisions. By

slamming his hands together, he makes an exhausted effort to

collapse one of the last vortexes that have plagued the city with

paranormal havoc. Unforeseen by many, but to some, it would

appear to be human destiny realized; a plight stemming from

overpopulation that was a threat that was brought on by our own

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……

Global Reports Confirmed

……

International televised coverage has reported minimal to

zero additional sightings of such monsters for the time being. The

wreckage has been assessed and the death toll continues to climb

far worst then any man-made or natural disaster within thisrealm. Simulcasts infiltrating all television networks and online

journalists reveal the severity of this global and abominable strike

against modern society.

This event, calculated long before any known human

measurement of record or time, always seem to bear a result

similarly stark outcome throughout the ages. Footage captured

from Rome, Stockholm, Tokyo and Houston, all displaying theaftermath that has left everyone wary and unsettled, leaving the

general census paranoid of the imminent return of any these

Soulless creatures. Never to have solace again, leaving all

grouped together to repave the tattered scraps and rubble;

gripped in fear of the arrival of these once fabled flickering fields

of blue.

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