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| >The stream shifts around erratically, glancing around the abandoned streets until the streamer is content. A phone enters the shot, revealing it's carrier's hands- gloved, exposing only the tips of their fingers, the skin a pale white, far too fair to be human. They tap on the device, opening /u/ and bringing up the messed up livestream of the day.
| "Hey, U. I'm sure everyone's seen the stream already, so I won't bother going over it."
>The Lilim behind the camera speaks up, it's voice vocoded and distorted, leaving behind only a trace of the speaker's original, feminine voice. The phone exits view as the streamer glances about the street again, her search revealing nothing but heavy winds.
"I'm a sucker for this kind of stuff, so when I saw it, I couldn't resist."
| >She approaches the manhole cover, inspecting the nearby parked choppers.
"And it seems like I'm not the only one either. Looks like some mercs got here before me. I was really hoping I'd be the first one here, but hey..."
>The view peers down into the dark manhole, the stream turning entirely black before night vision kicks in. After a brief inspection, she hops in.
| Oooh.... I wonder where you're at rn... It looks interesting
-Esren
| >Climbing down the ladder, the view flicks around erratically as the Lilim inspects her surroundings. Slowly, and with great apprehension, she lowers herself down into the water, trying to make as little noise as possible. On contact, she curses under her breath, briefly dusting off her coat.
| >She comes to rest at the bottom of the ladder, glancing back and forth. The sewers fork off into two separate directions, the video feed's night vision struggling to illuminate the lengthy corridors, shrouding them in a cloud of darkness.
| >The streamer reaches for her phone and begins to utter out a sentence, abruptly cut off by repeated gunshots echoing through the tunnels, accompanied by a shrill scream. The Lilim freezes up, her stance low, her erratic breathing becoming more and more audible as she struggles to contain the panic, her sight focused at the source of the sound, far off into the darkness.
| >She speaks quietly, her breath hitching.
"... I don't think we're going that way."
>She casts her gaze the other way, then slowly paces away from the commotion, frequently glancing behind herself.
| >The camera gently bobs back and forth as the Lilim quietly makes her way down the tunnel, the splashes of water her footsteps leave barely audible over the commotion going on behind her.
>She eventually reaches a large, concrete room. Four basins of clean water stand by a door to her right, an open, previously keypad-locked door to her left. The view flicks from the two doors, ocassionally glancing back to the tunnel to see if anyone's there.
| >The Lilim slowly makes her way to the door on her left, carefully peering around the corner, finding only a staircase that seems to connect to a catwalk at the top of the large room, her limited night vision failing to catch anything else. She breathes a sigh of relief at the empty path, then checks back on her phone, bringing up the previously mentioned /u/ livestream, revealing an old CRT TV, accompanied by an armless Lilim.
| >The television lights up to reveal a strange river. No audio comes from the phone, it's output instead funneled through a set of earbuds just barely visible at the edge of the stream.
>The audio isn't entirely necessary though, as the TV displays "Flood incoming... Be wary in the lower levels."
| >The Lilim's breath stops for what seem like full seconds before the video feed starts visibly shaking. Panicked breath dominates the soundscape, the stream's gaze glancing about desperately, back to the entrance, then forward to the staircase, then back again as the Lilim's self-preservation instincts clash against her curiosity.
| >... And curiosity did kill the cat. The streamer draws a pistol from her coat, loading it and disabling the safety with shaky hands. With fear audible in her erratic breathing, she starts to make her way up the staircase with her pistol placed center frame.
| Don't do anything stupid. Please. Seriously. You're not listening.
-Bunker
| >She reaches the top of the staircase, looking over the catwalk proper. It's showing it's age, rusty and creaking in places, groaning as she places her weight on it. The catwalks funnel down to a door at the very end, ajar and flooding the stream with overwhelming light. Night vision is disabled, letting the camera adjust to the new lighting conditions. The stream's view shifts about as the streamer scouts out her surroundings from a new vantage point.
| >The door seems to lead into some sort of office. Slowly, the Lilim paces forward, shaky sights still trained ahead of her.
| >Progress is made slowly, careful footsteps trying their hardest to not disturb the corroded steel beneath them. The Lilim glances around, her gaze briefly stopping on every corner of the shadowed room, flicking back to the office every few seconds.
| >As she approaches the office, she briefly stops, perking her ears as what could be interpreted as human speech emanates from the office infront of her. She clearly isn't sure about it, so she continues pacing on.
| >Immediately, option paralysis overtakes her senses as she struggles to pick her method of engagement. She reaches out to the door with her offhand, before cutting that idea short. She inhales, seemingly ready to speak out, before shutting her mouth, unsure on how to continue.
| >She doesn't wait for long. Suddenly, the stream feed bursts forward, flinging the door wide open as she barges in, aiming her pistol at the nearest human-shaped silhouette.
| >As the door flies open, a brief glance reveals two upright figures populating the office. Almost immediately, the stream's audio clips as they open fire, blindingly bright muzzle flashes dominating the otherwise darkened room. A shotgun blast collides with the Lilim's main arm and chest, a spray of black internal fluids and synthetic skin dominating the point of view.
| >The hail of lead continues, punching holes through her chassis, jolting the camera with each hit and causing heavy artifacting. The Lilim tumbles back towards the catwalks, releasing her pistol to clutch her gaping wounds. The bullets keep coming, knocking her off balance, sending her crashing towards the floor. Her breathing grows shallow, her previously panicked breath replaced with sharp, desperate gasps that sound like high pitched cries rather than breathing.
| >She balls up on the floor, her limbs spasming as the wiring inside of her short circuits, her one still operational arm desperately trying to staunch her wounds.
| >The barrage finally subsides as audibility returns to the stream, leaving only the Lilim's pained breath to populate the soundscape. The stream's artifacted and choppy view hangs on her devastated body, her arm desperately clutching her wounds, limbs spasming wildly as the wiring inside of her short circuits.
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| >The stream opens with heavy artifacting, skipping back and forth until a solid connection is established, revealing a point of view shot of an empty, nighttime street. The view bobs from side to side as the recorder paces forward, their sight eventually settling on an open manhole cover lying next to an abandoned warehouse, a set of armor plated choppers lying still beside it.