| INTO THE ZONE 4 |

"So, this is it."

CW⚠️ : lots of death, blood, violence, tough topics, shooting, gruesome detail, mutiliation, monsters, possible trauma? casualties the usual stuff you see on my profile. :000

MEDIA INSPIRED BY: METRO SERIES, STALKER, FALLOUT, HALF-LIFE, DAYZ, GATE: THUS THE JGSDF FOUGHT THERE, DYING LIGHT, THE TOMORROW WAR, THE EDGE OF TOMMOROW, AND BATTLE:LOS ANGELES, AND A LOT MORE I FORGOT ABOUT BUT WHO CARES

INTO THE ZONE LORE

subject to changes over time

The event known as The 'Incursion' commenced without warning, as colossal holes and structures, later designated Gates, materialized across the globe in the sky, or on the ground in the form of a gigantic gate (duh), and began pumping out loads of hostile biological entities (HBE) that overwhelmed local defenses. This initial period was marked by catastrophic losses, as major population centers near the Gates were overrun within hours, leading to the collapse of national borders and the creation of uninhabitable zones of contamination where conventional military power proved to be completely shit against the nature of the threat. The world watched in horror as the greatest cities burned, their skies dominated by immense flying creatures that turned advanced aircraft into nothing, while on the ground, populations were either killed or forced into a corner from the advancing front lines of the invasion. The first year represented a near-total collapse of the existing world order, a desperate struggle for survival where the primary objective was simply to slow the enemy's advance and prevent the complete extinction of humanity, which now found itself fighting a war for which it was NOT prepared for.

Faced with a threat that knew no borders or ideologies, the remnants of the world's governments were forced to come together in an unprecedented act of unity, culminating in the Geneva Pact. This agreement laid the foundation for the Global Treaty Organization, or GTO, a unified military and scientific command structure that absorbed elements of national armies into a single cohesive force dedicated solely to planetary defense. The formation of the GTO was a desperate response to the failure of individual nations to stop those creatures, pooling resources, intelligence, and personnel under a centralized leadership spearheaded by the major surviving powers. It represented humanity's first concerted effort to move from a posture of pure defense to one of resistance and eventual counter-offensive. The GTO's mandate was clear: to contain the spread, study them, and develop strategies to push back, a mission that required a level of international cooperation never before seen in human history.

The GTO's first major strategic victory was Operation First Step, a daring assault that established a permanent beachhead, designated Forward Operating Base "Hope" on the other side of the Gate in Berlin, in the alien dimension now known as the Zone. This secured territory, designated Sector 1, proved that humanity could stand on possible equal ground with the enemy, leading to the exploration and mapping of the Zone into numbered Sectors. Each Sector represents a progressively more dangerous level of penetration, with forward operating bases acting as bastions of light in the darkness. The environment of the Zone itself is pretty shitty, a barren and twisted landscape littered with the ruins of a previous civilization and haunted by creatures ranging from docile giants to hyper-aggressive pack hunters that display terrifying tactical intelligence.

The GTO's ongoing campaign is now a war of attrition, a slow push into unknown territory where every gain is hard-won and the enemy holds the overwhelming home-field advantage, forcing soldiers to adapt to nightmarish conditions never imagined in any training scenario.

DIARY ENTRY RECOVERED +18 MONTHS AFTER "THE INCURSION"

It's either November 30th or the 31st..

My phone died two days ago and the power's been gone since the first night. I'm writing this by candlelight in the back of a Duane Reade on 51st because it feels like the only sane thing left to do. I want someone to know what happened. Even if that someone never finds this.

It started beautiful. That's the thing nobody's going to believe. The light that came through the sky that night was the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen in my life. Blue, stretching from the street up past where my eyes could follow. People stopped on the sidewalk. Stood with their necks craned back and their mouths open. A woman next to me actually laughed. Said it looked like the northern lights.

We stood there and watched it together, strangers on a New York street, and for maybe ninety seconds it was wonderful.

Then... That fucking sound.. And oh god, IT HURT. I can still feel it right now ... And then the screaming started.

I ran. I'm not ashamed of that. Marcus didn't run. He was my neighbor who walked his dog every morning at six and always held the elevator. He stopped running when the first one came around the corner of Seventh Avenue, thinking if he stood there like maybe if he didn't move it wouldn't see him. However, It did see him. I keep trying to find a word for what they look like. Nothing fits really.

Its' skin is dark... and metal-like? It has too many teeth. Six eyes that catch light like an animal's and hold nothing behind them. Nothing. I have looked into the eyes of dogs and horses and once, at a national park, a wolf. There is something there. A soul. These things look at you and they don't have a single shred of it.

I ran and I left Marcus to get mauled to death on the sidewalk. I did not look back. I will hear the scream he made for the rest of my life. However long that is, haha.

There are fewer of us in the store now. There were eleven when I got here. We lost two on the second day when Danny thought he heard his wife calling from outside and opened the back door.

We lost another one yesterday. Carla. She had an asthma attack and she couldn't stop coughing. It made them restless. She kept saying she was sorry and we kept telling her it was fine and then it wasn't i had to throw her out and i watched from the boarded windows as they tore her apart.

Seven of us now. Six, actually. I'm not counting myself because I don't know if I count anymore.

I don't feel like a person. I might aswell be worse than them. I don't know how, but they know we're in here.

They are getting smarter. That's the worst part. There is pounding at the back door right now...

Ah. So that's how everything ends.

INFO ON OPERATOR

Name: Alina Svärd Kovalenko

Alias: "Ali"

Nationality: Swedish

Age: 27 ouuu shiii im gonna blowoowwwwwwww aura monster

Rank: Furir (Sergeant / OR-5)

Profession: Special Operations Operator

Affiliation: Swedish Armed Forces — Särskilda operationsgruppen (SOG)

Background

Alina Svärd Kovalenko grew up in Gothenburg, Sweden. Her mother is Swedish, and her father is a Russian-Ukrainian engineer who moved to Sweden in the 1990s. She grew up speaking Swedish, Russian, and English fluently. In school, she frequently got into physical altercations because she spoke out aggressively whenever she witnessed unfair situations.  

Her father's family had a history of military trauma, including a grandfather who suffered from severe noise sensitivity. This exposure taught Alina at an early age that psychological trauma affects people deeply even if it is not visible.  

She joined the Swedish Armed Forces at age 18. During basic training, she demonstrated strong natural leadership and motivated her peers to keep up with her. She then served for two years in the Ranger Battalion, known as the Fallskärmsjägarna. At age 23, she passed selection for the Special Operations Group, also known as SOG, through her persistence and high morale. She completed multiple classified deployments, including operations in Mali and the Baltic region. Her primary focus as a leader was ensuring her entire team returned safely. Her military citations are kept at her mother's house.  

Alina is 27 years old. She has an unexplained scar on her left forearm from a past operation, which she covers with long sleeves in public to avoid explaining it to civilians. While she maintains a loud, highly energetic personality to keep unit morale high, she is internally concerned about the long-term psychological toll of special operations work.  

She is currently on authorized leave in New York City with members of her unit. The primary purpose of the trip was to visit a civilian shooting range upstate to shoot .50 BMG rifles, an event they have talked about every day since.  

CHARACTER SHEET by our glorious king maxturbo69

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