The Unknown,

Thirsty he drank, hungry he ate, tired he slept.  None could satisfy.  He craved the feeling of cold water on his tongue and his throat, craved the feeling of his teeth sinking into juicy meat, craved the feeling of waking up from a night's sleep.  These were the three things that any human needed most.

     Steve woke up with the urge to run.  His head was throbbing and his adrenaline high.  As he picked himself up off the hard ground he had a hard time seeing through the fog - through the smoke.  'What happened?' he thought while kneeling over to try to calm down and think clearly.
'A meteor!  There was a meteor!....HAYDEN!' he yelled in his head.

"Hayden!" As it slipped from Steve's mouth he noticed how he could feel it coming out but could not hear him saying it.  In fact, he couldn't hear anything.  He then started to cough with the thick smoke collecting in his lungs.  He decided to run in any direction and hope for the best.  'The police are surely on there way here as the field is likely in ruins,' he thought to himself.  But Steve was confused on how the impact did not wipe out and kill anyone within a few mile radius.  Steve saw the meteor and knew how big it was.  'It couldn't have burned up that quickly in the atmosphere...'  He knew something was wrong.
However,he did not realize what laid ahead of him.  The inevitable danger to come.  The hellish creature blocking his way.

A proxy does not eat, drink, or sleep.  The Operator takes them and makes them first give in mentally - then physically.  It is feed with rage and a wanting to kill; a wanting to serve.  Quickly the soul of the victim is burnt out.  Many do not live to know what it is like after being a proxy.  Emotions and feelings only last so long before they give out.  The mask must come off...but it doesn't mean it's the same person on the inside.

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