Beneath the home of the Wardens in the deep pines exists a series of tunnels and bunkers hidden from sight. Built before the war to store the soviet expats many a russian made their home in these tunnels. When the bombs struck they held strong against the blasts from above but the creatures created in the radiation that dug into the trees above them. When they eventually breached and collapsed one of the larger bunkers built from an old missile silo the first person to respond was the eldest there.

The red mutant's body had ceased to age and had grown stronger as the few ghouls as old as he slowly fell to pieces. He still vividly remembered the cold underground of Butugychag he was once forced to mine in following expulsion from a weapons development program he had long headed. Though he had been loyal to the state they still forced needles into his arms and took from him his humanity on the word of a known liar, assuming his loyalty was an act on the word of a single man whom he didn't agree with. Beaten and forced to walk Novaya Zemlya's cold ice just after a bomb had been detonated. The various drugs forced into him and stolen or copied serums attempting to stop the damage of radiation and the man spent many years being surgically studied and experimented on. His ancestors had once suffered his same fate a hundred years ago, but this man would find himself luckier. An operation launched by the US govt brought many of the prisoners of gulags and their families sent in to suffer with them to the USA. Similar testing occured but less commonly and was always voluntary with rewards handed out for assistance.

His body once again was under blades but for the first time not in malice, nor was he mistreated and made to feel all of it. He went through growth spurts as they injected him with various strains of experimental drugs meant to fix his broken and wounded body. Months of studies and injections ended in what would appear to be success as he was allowed to go home to help in building underground bunkers he and his new family would call home. He was told that his radiation marred DNA was a perfect test bed for a new strain of viral medication that might just help to win a war should it come down to it. Drugs he was given to take reduced the scarring on his skin and over time the holes and rends in his flesh healed over. A mere few years between his final medications having been taken and the bombs dropping meant he would never see the extent of the drugs he had helped to indirectly create. Standing head and shoulders above his brothers in the dark he assumed the role of leader.

On the night that his home bunker collapsed partially he donned heavy armor and fired a machinegun from the hip to cover for his fleeing brothers and sisters that hadn't been trapped in the deeper underground by heavy rubble. He alone fought back a horde of gnashing monsterous orange demons and when he was out of his own steel jacketed fangs, he fought fang to blade to keep them back. His true name is spoken by few, but many know him as "папа" or just "papa".

Drawn by the wonderful  blokfort