Please note that this Fan Fiction isn't going to boot most things you may see in the Fan Fictions; instead, I'm testing Atmospheric role-playing and fan fictions, where as little character development is used in trade for environments like those you'd hopefully see on a video game or real life.
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Prologue,

The dirt road turned to nothing more than a pool of mud as the rain piled itself onto the dirt, churning it up and causing small holes and puddles of water to wash away the fine dirt as the heavy pour of rain dampened the area as the storm which had already been predicted for weeks finally roared to life. The grass nearby rustled to and fro as a sudden breeze hit the area, trees dotted all over made silent conversations as the rain drummed the leaves and the wind moved them about. The mysterious person, armed with an AK-74u, which looked as if it were just made, because the soft lacquer coated fine wood seemingly gleamed on any surface it could in the little light, as a strike of lightning struck the area, the bright light reflected off the wood and seemed to make it shine as bright as gold for the short lived moment was swept away by furious thunder.

The destroyed houses nearby were swept of any and all life seemingly, until a loud and bone-chilling roar broke the silence, houses' doors bustled down as a invisible threat made their way towards the intruder. They looked horrible; they had webbed feet, their hands grew unforgiving claws, their body was torn and ripped; their eyes were narrow and black as midnight, their heads were deformed, and instead of a mouth, a gaping 4 tentacles, all with small and sharp teeth on them and a hunger for anything that breathed; a bloodsucker, they called it; with it's sweet tooth for blood; and it's horrid agility and striking power could bring anyone down; and all that evil laid in a mutated and battered Human Body.

In return, the man turned and drained a whole magazine into them, one fell to the ground with a painful and seemingly muffled screech that sliced through the fine air like a hot knife through butter. The next fell with a deeper screech, and it fell quiet again, the silence began again and consumed the air.

(Do you like it? Please do tell. Also, Constructive Criticism would be very much appreciated.)

that's really good Strelok, write some more =)