URBEX PREDATOR
By Jens Boele
Publication Date: February 4, 2024
Horror/Thriller
A relic from the Cold War, the old barracks beckon photographers, influencers, and adventurers, shrouded in secrets and peril. Nela and Tess dare the eerie ruins for their photography thesis, while Zander, Yelka, Vivien, and Damon embark on a simultaneous shoot. Amid the abandoned shadows, Yelka’s group runs into Steven and his ruthless gang, initially outsmarting them. Yet, Nela and Tess fall victim to a nightfall ambush, escaping but torn apart. As adrenaline courses through the gang, they stalk Yelka and her friends, unleashing a relentless manhunt. Vivien becomes their captive, setting off a chain reaction. Tess encounters Damon and Yelka, while Nela, guided by Ben, the barracks’ security manager, races to find Tess. Yelka strives to rescue Vivien, trapped in an abandoned outdoor pool. On his lone pursuit, Zander witnesses the gang’s brutality, delving into a darker realm within himself, spurred by the horrifying thrill of Steven’s actions. The scene propels Yelka, Damon, and Tess into a frenzy, unleashing chaos to liberate Vivien. Nela and Ben, attempting to overpower the gang, witness Yelka and Vivien’s escape as the gang closes in. With the arrival of Steven’s older brother, Henry, the stakes are set; the old military hospital transforms into a battleground. No one is to leave alive, and a matter of life and death ensues. In the ruthless clash, Nela and Yelka emerge as the lone defenders, while Zander pursues a mission for his own catharsis. In Henry’s basement, dubbed his Hades, the teams converge for a pulse-pounding final duel, where survival is the ultimate prize.
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Silence was all that was left. Neither the shouting of the officers nor
the marching thunder of the soldiers had remained from the Cold War.
Finally, it was time itself that had defeated all enemies.
Unwavering, indifferent, and relentless, it gnawed at the foundations
of what the Allied forces had left behind. Heat had cracked the asphalt,
rain washed out the concrete, wind and storm had smashed doors and
windows. Tar paper had melted in the sun and frozen in winter. Tiles had
cracked in the freezing cold. Weather had crept into the woodwork and
driven the paint out of the wood. Moss and ferns clung to exterior walls,
clogging gutters, and water pipes. The forces of nature had achieved what
those of the enemy had failed to do.
In the cold moonlight, Scott and Billy wandered between the former
apartment blocks near the barracks. Six-story residential silos had probably
housed the soldiers’ families at that time. Today they were surrounded by
trees that had not been planted yet when the houses were abandoned. In
the moonlight, the open front doors of the house looked like the entrance
to a more sinister and terrifying world than the darkness of the woods.
The night wind carried the heavy smell of forest soil and damp cellars to
their noses. Now the nocturnal animals came to life and mingled their
calls with leaves rustling.
“Wait!” Billy put his hand on Scott’s shoulder. “There’s something up
ahead.”
