[Transcript Start- 01:29am]
Commander Alexander Petrov:
“My platoon and our clergy have made contact in sector 13! I repeat contact has been made!”
General Boris Popov:
“Copy that, lethal force is authorized. You must protect your clergy at all costs.”
(Static followed by gunfire)
Boris Popov:
“… come in Petrov… Do you read Petrov?”
(Screaming)
[02:04am]
Alexander Petrov:
“…We have lost three men already and two more are missing! I am requesting back up at once, we need more holy men!”
Boris Popov:
“Copy that. Hold point at the Volkov estate. Two more platoons are already in route.”
Alexander Petrov:
“… I found one of my missing men… he’s on top of a tree…”
(One loud bang followed by static)
[02:10am]
(The sound of multiple people crying came through first)
Alexander Petrov:
“…why did he jump…”
Boris Popov:
“ETA Is 5 minutes. Hold on men.”
[02:12am]
Alexander Petrov:
“It’s… it’s Solen… But where’s his head? It’s just gone. Where’s his head!”
(Gun shots followed by static)
Alexander Petrov:
“I… I had to shot him… Damn it! He was swinging at us and that thing… It was crawling out of his neck…”
Boris Popov:
“Message unclear, please repeat.”
Alexander Petrov:
“It was using his body… like he was some puppet…”
Boris Popov:
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“Commander Petrov, stay strong. Back up is right around the corner.”
[02:17am]
Boris Popov:
“Commander come in. Back up should be there but I lost contact. Do you have eyes on them?”
(Static and muffled movement)
???: (A young distorted voice)
“We need more…”
Boris Popov:
“Petrov? Is that you? What the hell is happening?!”
???:
“The altar needs more bodies. Send more.”
(Static)
[End of Transmission]
[Video Log - Timestamp 03:20am]
Camera worn by Dr.Adam Bocharov
“Ok… this is log number 1,482 apparently. While looking through the other logs I keep finding more and more tapes of logs I don’t remember making… but they’re there and I do not have the time for smaller questions like that when the laws of our universe are being broken all around me.”
(He lifts the camera. The grass is moving while no wind is present.)
“…laws of our universe… broke…”
(A child’s voice could be heard coming from the woods just behind the doctor, mimicking the exact fluctuations and speech patterns.)
“… Ignore that. These woods like to taunt me because they know I’m close to uncovering the truth. Watch this.”
(The doctor holds up a coin in front of the camera and drops it. The coin descends like it is being watched in slow motion before it forcibly changed directions mid air and flew into a nearby tree.)
“Th… That’s not all! Look!”
(The doctor quickly puts the camera down and runs a few feet away. His mouth is moving but no sound can be heard. He continues to talk as he starts to walk back and the sound only comes back when he is five feet from the camera.)
“The air itself hides noise of any type that it doesn’t see fit to travel. Don’t even get me started on the earth and how all readings I pull from the scanning equipment suggest I am currently not on earth. I mean look at this!”
(The camera is lifted once more and is moved over a patch of exposed dirt that has grains of soil and small rocks ascending on their own. From each soil and rock, drops of red liquid can be seen dripping down.)
“I took a sample of the soil and it’s not like anything I’ve seen. The report says roughly eighty percent of the soil is comprised of blood… ancient blood predating human life…”
(Screams of an animal cut the doctor short. The camera pans over to see a clergy man walking towards the deer who is lying on the ground with half of its body missing.)
“I’m going to put it out of its misery.”
(The clergy mans voice came from the wrong direction. He shot the deer in the head but no blood came out. Instead the deers skin started to crawl and vibrate before its body opened in an impossible way and wrapped around the clergy man sending blood flying over the camera lens.)
“No! Stay… stay back!”
(The camera turns quickly in the opposite direction. The sound of several bones crunching could be heard before the camera falls to the ground pointing the lens upwards towards the red moon. The moon blinks before the video cuts to static.
[Security Footage Log - Roslov Station 24/7]
Camera 3 - Parking Lot
Timestamp: 02:45am
(Video begins grainy. Snowless asphalt, two empty pumps. The fluorescent lights buzz relentlessly. The treeline is visible on the far-left edge of the frame.)
The cashier steps outside to smoke.
He exhales. Looks toward the forest.
He tilts his head—slow, confused.
A brief distortion crawls across the screen, bending the image.
The footage snaps back.
The cashier is gone.
Only his cigarette remains—still burning upright on the concrete.
02:53am
A customer pulls up to Pump 2.
The pump screen flickers, numbers scrolling backwards rapidly.
–777.77 appears and freezes.
The footage cuts to black.
The audio keeps running:
wet tearing, a muffled struggle, a single small scream.
Then silence.
02:58am
The video blinks back on.
Blood is sprayed across the customer’s windshield in a pattern resembling branching roots.
Thick red vines coil around the car—
some suspended mid-air, twitching, tasting the air like blind snakes.
03:05am
Snow begins to fall.
Under the station lights, each flake turns blood-red.
The snow melts into the pavement and spreads outward like paint in water.
A child wanders into frame.
He stops beneath the nearest light.
His mouth moves rapidly.
No audio.
But his lips unmistakably form one word:
Jinar.
Jinar.
Jinar.
03:11am
The child has not moved.
The vines stop moving.
The entire frame seems to hold its breath.
The ground trembles.
A massive red sphere descends from the sky, slow and deliberate, and lands just beyond the treeline.
It pulsates once—
twice—
then splits open.
Blood floods outward, racing across the snow-stained pavement.
Towering humanoid shapes—long, skeletal, wrong—crawl out of the burst sphere and sprint in every direction, vanishing into the dark.
[National Emergency Broadcast 03:22]
“This is warning issued directly from the Ministry of Defense. All citizens within Yaroslavl Oblast are to remain indoors. Lock all doors and windows. Do not respond to any voices you may hear outside. I repeat: Do not respond…”
(Static disrupts the transmission)
Operator
“We are receiving multiple reports of animals exhibiting predatory mimicry luring many out. Do not approach the animals. Do not approach children wandering alone. If you think you recognize the voices outside, they are not real…”
(The radio broadcast is filled with static. A child’s whisper breaks through.)
“…Jinar…”
[End of transmission]
