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In a sense of overwhelming darkness, a simple sound of terror broke through the unconscious of his mind, a horrible sound of a buzz saw. His eyes tried opening but felt like they were glued shut, in his own mind he felt the certain touch of death growing closer and closer, Trying as hard he could, over and over, straining his eyelids, they finally swung open, revealing a harsh light, if darkness wasn’t close enough to being blind, then searing pain of a bright light was. Everything was blurry, the circular lamp that hung overhead was blinding him, he turned his head violently, trying to shake the feeling, blinking again and again. That urged to rub his eyes came over him but soon eh found it was impossible, he was strapped down, everything was going dim, the light seemed less intense, he could see the ceiling, metal plates, as his head turned he examined the surrounding in a still blurry view, the walls were coated in splattered blood, fresh from the looks of it, still sliding down to make pools of dried, quagulated liquid.

He forced his neck up, to what little he could, the strap against his forehead became noticed, even if it was a bit loose, it hurt his temples, but his head came up, just an inch, to see a silhouetted man, standing next to his slab, it almost appeared as a morgue table at first, the light from the ceiling was heaven floating away from him, the dark room, the surgeon, the blood, it must have been his own, in hell, dying in his sleep and waking up to death. It seemed to unreal, but then he remembered why, this was routine, memory lapses were often frequent, forgetting where he was, and why this was happening. He looked over to the surgeon, moving mostly his eyes, but he saw what he needed to, a large mirrored window, most likely two-way, a speakercom next to the glass, this surgeon was coming into view, the more he blinked the easier it became, for at least a minute he gathered his thoughts, drowning out what the doctor was saying."White...White lab coat...and glasses, thick glasses like a doctor, a surgical mask....and..a buz-bu-buzzsaw inches from my chest!"

He wasn’t one to let panic in stew, but he struggled, he whipped his arms, and shook his legs in a violent manner, turning his head back and forth, shaking defiantly. His ears stopped rining, the buzzing stopped, he noticed the doctor putting the saw down on a table to fr up for him to see, but he heard the man now."My, my...it seems he's woken up...The anesthesia has worn off, what a fighter! Enough to kill a herd of elephants, and you still seem somewhat...immune.What was your name again?...Ahh yess...Codename: Zephyrus" As the doctor spoke, he could feel his mind numbing, his eyes blinking in and out of conciseness, he realized why he couldn’t speak now, a gasmask, or a surgical one, the types used to put you to sleep in a doctors office. The doctor had his hand on the knob, when he was saved by the bell.

The panic alarm, outside of the large oval window everything turned red, the lights flashed red and turned in circles, the alarm was almost deafening, his eyes awoke, his brain turned on, he wasn’t going to die, he couldn’t, he refused to die. A surge of adrenaline pumped through him, the blood was boiling, the first to go was his arms, the straps ripped as he broke free, he tore off the gasmask, and the head strap, the good doctor was backing up, Zehpyrus ripped off the leather straps from his legs, finally free, and almost totally naked, a white plastic sheet was wrapped around him, fortunately no blood or opening anywhere he could find. He was ready to tear that man's head off, when something else did it for him. There were men and women, all dressed the same, but the heads appeared different, running for their lives and screaming bloody murder, behind them, more people dressed the same way, but they stained with blood, some of them were limping, and badly hurt, but a weird look, like they were hungry, blood stained as they were, and some missing arms, they limped, crawled, and some ran with all their might.

The doctor turned, banging on the window."Help me! Help me please!" Pounding away at the glass with both fists, shouting for his life, when someone stopped, he seemed hurt, a piece of his neck was missing, his jaw was hung open, and when he started pounding on the window, it broke, reaching through he grabbed the doctors head, and pulled him through. Zephyrus could hear the sounds of flesh being chomped, and bones snapped, the blood splattering across the walls, could only have meant he was eating him, plain and simple, anything other than that would have been wierd."Where the hell am I-....." He said looking over to the metal slab, where he had been strapped, then the surgical equipment, the buzz saw would have been anybodies first choice, but he chose the largest knife he could find, an eight inch surgical scalper.

The monster stood up, blood pouring out of its mouth, pieces of flesh stuck between its teeth, it still had the doctors arm in its hand, with a angry look, the monster jump over the edge of the window, a large chunk of glass sliced through its hand, but it didn’t seem to notice. It charged him, mouth wide open, arms forward, a horrifying yell bellowing out, the monster tackled him, into the pool of blood he saw before, he had his hand at its throat, stopping the thing from eating him, with a powerful kick he knocked the thing off of him, and got back to his feet, holding the scalp as he would a combat knife, and when the monster charged again, he stabbed down, with all his might, the silver blade went straight through half way down the handle, and the beast fell. it must have been a security guard, the corpse had on the uniform, his size too, lucky find.

Zephyrus sighed, taking off the plastic sheet, revealing his naked form, then stripping the corpse, he got every bit of clothing, putting on the legs first, black and loose at the bottom, like cargo pants with only four pockets, then the belt, not much on it, keys, handcuffs, a 9mm handgun, and wait a 9mm handgun! he got a bit happier now, putting on the undershirt, then the security guards shirt, but didn’t bother to button up, it was black, but also navy blue, depended on the lighting, and red wasn’t the best color to try and figure out another color. The right sleeve had a patch on it, a gold star, and security on the right breast. The guys name tag was on the left.’ Sorry Jim." he said while pulling out the hand gun, pressing the release button, and catching the magazine.” One full clip, 12 rounds." Searching the belt he found two extra mags, a night stick, and a card key for level b access.” Well...Lets face the music." He hung the belt over his shoulder, not to be mean towards security guards but, this way looked a bit cooler.

he held the gun up, so the iron sights were aligned with his eye, he aimed it at the shoulder, and looked down the sights to make sure they were straight, then brought his head up and measured the angle, so he'd get a good shot without aiming. His grip was firm, the thumbs together with one on the release button, and the safety off, with his trigger finger ready, everything was good so he held up the keycard to the door, it slide open, and he made his way to through gates of hell.” Clear left." he said, as the left side was completely empty, nothing but them corpses and blood there, he spun right, in a perfect forty-five degrees.” Clear right." The only thing left now was to figure out which way to go, he had been here for most of his life, and yet he'd only been through these hallways the few times he tried to escape, the rest were spent in a room, not much bigger than a bedroom, learning how to strip and clean every gun imaginable, learning a single style of martial arts.” Combat Juijitsu." He said to himself, a small way to keep sane, repeat stuff you know. Learning the combat technique to perfection, and lifting weights, he was up to 380, being 5'6 that felt like an accomplishment.

He turned right, the hallways were coated with blood, but no corpses so it seemed like the better choice, he had the gun shoulder length and ready to fire, any more of those creatures around he didn’t want to get eaten, but walking was taking to long, the hallways seemed to go on forever, and the doors were all locked down. Energy and time, noise, footsteps, sounds in general, heavy breathing, fatigue, everything he was taught not to do when on stealth mode. He hopped along, bouncing on each foot and landing with a sort of curve, it produced little to no sounds from each step, and helped him jog a bit faster. A crossroads up ahead, he went right last time, so left was his choice, he slowed down to a walk, aiming down the sights, the damn alarms still hadn’t gone off, so everything was dark when the light wasn’t flashing on it, and an eerie bright red when it was. He spun around the corner, into pure darkness, the lights just went off, so if there was anything there, it was beyond him now. No sounds, no footsteps, only the long stretched screams of other people dying behind him, far behind him, with no point to saving them, they were already dead.” lets see if Jim had a flashlight." He checked every pocket and finally found a pin light.” Great instead of a heavy duty Dura last or energizer bunny flashlight i get...this...great." He clicked it, it illuminated the darkness so he could see maybe four to five feet in front of his face.

Pools of blood now, his security guard shoes were being soaked in it, he trotted along, going down the narrow corridor in a quickened pace, the lights had to be turned back on, when the wall caught his eye, a map. "Okay...im...a thousand feet below the surface....good start....on level 51....and the power is a 20...feet from me..hm...i can work with that." Engineering level, slash doctors office for creepy experiments, convenient, now how to get past the window, he thought of the gun, that would be a waste of bullets, punching might work. He holstered the gun, clamped down on the pen light between his teeth and gave the glass one hard punch, and only succeeded in hurting his knuckles.’ Okay you rotten piece of fiberglass, im going to kick your a**!" he mumbled between the penlight and his teeth. He hit it twice, then spun and slammed the back of his fist into it, the kneed it, and kicked and finally clenched his fist and punched straight through, all of the banging, and the frustrated comments must have gotten someone attention, he head running towards him, so he did what should be done when a giant horde is coming for you, he jumped through the shattered glass, and rolled tucking his head between his arms, and bringing his knees up, he wasn’t to badly hurt, just a few bruises.

Zephyrus clicked off the penlight, aiming the gun at the shattered window, just waiting for them, the noise grew closer, he found himself shaking, his hands sweating, his forehead as well, if they could smell it would be a mix between fear and anxiety, the darkness seemed that much more enticing, closer and closer, the evil groans of horrid demons echoed through his mind, and the corridors, in moments like this he had to be strong, he steadied his aim, tensed his entire body, and gritted his teeth, awaiting the monsters to come and get him, he was ready, even if he couldn’t see, he had a general sense of where everything was at, being alone, with thirty-six bullets, and a pen flashlight was nothing to be scared of, the monsters outside were though. It was like a miracle, the footsteps passed him, even as he sat frozen with terror, the sounds passed, it was safe, but still he didn’t move, he couldn’t, until finally his entire body dropped with relief, he groaned as he picked up his arm and pushed himself up, it must have been an hour he sat there, maybe more. He turned on the penlight, and searched around the the wires, the room was spacey, with two large generators side by side, enough space to walkthrough them, two rail gates to stop anyone from getting electrocuted, wires hanging everywhere with large coils connecting them, he made his way to the back and found the switch.

Biting down on the light again, he pulled the switch up, it hadn’t gone out on its own, someone or something shut it off, the electricity sparked to life, the motors started to hum, and accelerate, winding up, speeding faster and faster, with the power slowly dimming to life, until finally the entire thing flashed to life, the alarm stopped, the light bulbs came on, and all of the doors unlocked, but still required at least level B entrance card.’ Turned the power on, if im going to get out of here i need to find some weapons, and then the elevator." Most people would find out why this was all happening, but he'd do that too, just when he found more weapons, a pistol isn’t the best for an apocalypse, maybe a sword would help though. He walked past the generators, when a desk caught his eye, metal with many locked drawers, but on top with a bloody handprint he picked up a typed report skimming through it.” large power outages....Surges....heard noises from vents...Co-worker bitten today....Checked on him....wasn’t answering....weird experiments in the lab...Human testing....Super solider....' he would have kept reading but the dried up blood prevented that. He folded it up and stuffed it in his pocket, could be useful as evidence, or someone might know more about this.

He took out the key ring from the belt, trying each key until he found the skeleton key, the first drawer only had empty paper, the second one was empty, but the third was a payoff, excuse me payday. The sweet little guy made of peanuts, salt and caramel, he was starved and god it was a miracle. "Finally something useful." besides the keycard, the key ring, the penlight, handgun, and clothing, yeah the piece of candy was the useful one. Hey don’t patronize me, im the main character, your just making this up as you go along! Hey no breaking the fourth wall, get back to the candy you b*****d. Zephyrus stomach grumbled. While unwrapping the payday, he tried not to drool, taking a large delicious bite, then munching away the rest and tossing the wrapper.” Okay back to business." He stuffed the penlight into his pocket, taking out the 9mm, and aligning it with his shoulder again, checking left, right, then he peeled the map off the wall and stared at it. It was a small square, nearly flat box, which displayed a hologram. ” The armory is on level 12, but there’s a smaller one every 10 levels. So 41... not to hard. The elevator is to the right." Right was the right way to go, seeing as those creatures went left. The place was dead, no signs of life, nor any sounds that he could hear. It was just dead.

After a good five to ten minutes, he checked the map every now and then to see where he was, it was 3D model of the entire underground base, with key points being pointed out. He made his way down the hallway, not stopping or slowing, keeping a good pace, and a cautious step. It was nearly half an hour before he reached the elevator, two metal doors, inside a frame, and a bright light with the number thirty six. He hit the down button, it glowed and he could hear it moving, the wire being pulled up, or down, he didn’t quite focuses on it, he had his back towards the thing, like always something has to go wrong, a figure appeared down this brightly lit hallway, limping, bullet holes in its stomach, the bone sticking out of its leg, his face pale, except for the blood of course, lose of hair and that open jaw that just screamed: kiss me." Come on gutter slug, bring it!" The one liner was under his breath, as he fired a round into the head, he didn’t want to take the chance of a chest or heart shot, for all he knew it might not have one. The brains splattered against the ground, the shot echoed a bit, but the zombie dropped, yeah the zombie bitches, dead on the floor, re-dead actually. At this point, everything close by without a pulse would be running after him, he turned and looked up to the number."50.....51" The doors swung open, and nothing, nothing inside, so he hoped in, and smashed the forty one, watching the doors close, and his life saved.” Thank GOD..."
The sound of rampant footsteps echoed as the doors closed, he fell back a bit, his heart was slowly coming to a rest, his breathing becoming normal. That initial ascension of the elevator always made his stomach hop, It was a chance to rest, but now that he had this chance he didn’t know what all to think, being focused on one task helps a lot more than taking a break. ”It’s weird, where did all those things come from?” he could only ask himself, the four walls of the elevator seemed like his room, reminded him of all the days he spent there, doing nothing, except occasionally talking to a voice in his room, through an intercom he believed to be a security guard. “Probably Jim.” He told himself, but that’s when it hit him, the security room was bolted down, nothing could get in or out of there, the same with the prison; a small corridor that held anyone to valuable to be shot, but to defiant to be controlled, he was kept in there for days at a time, the bread sucked. People could be alive down there, people he couldn’t really say he cared about, and not to mention they were at the very bottom floor, the opposite direction he was going. He couldn’t risk that, when the power was lost they could have escaped, and most are dangerous, at best.
He sat against the wall, as the elevator rose at an unusually slow pace, pulling out everything in his pocket: A pen light, with at least half the battery still good, a key ring with about twenty keys on it, and the skeleton key at the very end, and his hand gun, in good condition. He ran a finger along the barrel, putting the safety on, then de-cocking it, and ejecting the magazine, and the one in the chamber. He caught the bullet as it flung out of the eject port, pushing it back inside the clip. He placed the 9mm: a beretta, in front of him, along with the three magazines, before taking out that bloodied piece of paper.” Maybe… “ he looked up and found a security camera staring back at him, the red light was on, that must have meant someone was operating it, but with no way to contact him, the security room was on the top floor, the only way out, it was the safest and most secured, the heavy weaponry was there, along with mark twelve body armor, and prototype weapons. “lets hope some people are still alive up there, but first the armory… here we go.”
The dim light of the elevator was dark compared to this place, the doors peeled open light flooded the small cubical as he scooped up the papers, hiding them in his back pocket, then pen light in his right pocket, the key ring in the left. he stored the two extra mags in the security belt around his shoulder, he cocked the beretta, turned the safety off, and reloaded with a simplistic grace of training, the iron sights were lined up and he walked forward, repeating the routine of sweeping left to right, very quickly. The room was described as a small armory but what he saw was different. Rows of lights hung on the ceiling, about 12 feet from the ground, considering how big this facility was, big rooms weren’t a surprise. Left to right the room was filled with weapon’s, all neatly placed metal husks with a single magazine to show what they’re ammo looked like, he was familiar with all the weapons. They were the low cost, plentiful ammo types.
The small blue hue the lights gave off reflected from the metallic room, the steel tables were covered in the same type or slightly different versions of the same gun. As he walked forward he didn’t hear a word, or a sound, it was still quiet except for his own footsteps. He let his guard down, a big mistake by his own conscious but he ignored it, and to make up for it, kept his finger on the trigger. He looked to the left, three tables, each about three feet long, and five feet wide, these three tables were displaying handguns, with appropriate ammo boxes underneath the table, must have been hundreds of rounds in small white boxes, and marked “Dark-star!” He recognized the name, it was this place, this facilities owners, a military organized special forces research facility, and training of course. They even had they’re own ammo, better than the NATO issued stuff. Unlimited funding, and manpower, it was just begging to go corrupt. He shook his head, the memories were starting to come back, he was a day off being deployed, his eighteenth birthday, it was today.
“Well happy birthday to me.” He laid the beretta on the table, staring at the wide variety of .45 caliber pistols, the .45 was the best for knockdown power, the standard round was, larger in diameter to the 9mm, and packed a punch. He found the Baretta Storm, a larger version of what he had now, it was chambered in .45, and a socom Mark23 handgun, he choose those two, he recognized them the quickest and they jumped out to him. This place also had gear, nothing to protect him self with, just holsters, and straps. He took off the belt, and security guard shirt, tossing it to the side and strapped on the two holsters, fitted so they were hidden behind him in the groove of his back, right above his waist. “Now attachments.” He picked up a small device, with a cord and small wrap, it was a laser sight, that when pressed produced a bright red laser, visible up to a good mile, a bit more if its really dark. He picked up the Mk.23 and slipped the rubber band wrap around the handle, it had a pressure pad, so the laser can be activated with his thumb, the attached the device to the rail system on the bottom the barrel. He screwed it in tight and screwed in the suppressor into the barrel, that should be helpful. He did the same to the .45 baretta, and holstered them.
Zephyrus looked up to the walls, grabbing the extra magazines labeled for the two handguns he picked up, grabbing two for each one, luckly they were about the same size and interchangeable. He cleared off a portion of the table then pulled out a box of Dark-star ammunition, most of it was all the normal APC, just marked with the black star on the back of the bullet. A single box contained 50 rounds, but he wasn’t going to carry it around, he loaded up the eight magazines, not including the two already inside the guns, and found out he had no where to put them. He stacked them up on the table, and moved on, he had to find a vest, or bandolier to hold them. He looked at the walls, and the tables searching the entire room until he was at the submachine gun section, that’s where all the good stuff was. He reached up putting on the gear. By the time he was done with it all, he was pretty well armed, the two handguns hidden under the security guard shirt, two bandoliers under the open shirt with easy to get to magazines, four for handgun, two of each handgun, four for the submachine gun, the .45 caliber H&K mp5, a standard issue SOF weapon, basically a rapid fire pistol, and all interchangeable ammo. Attached on this smg is a suppressor, red dot sight, and reflex sight, a little square box you put on the top of the barrel which produces a red dot in the center of a clear lens, for better accuracy and a grip.
He had the Smg’s strap on, so he could sling it around his shoulder quickly if he needed to. He had a fair amount of ammo for all the weapons, each handgun magazine held 12 rounds, in all that was 72 rounds for the handguns, though he had a few clips worth in his pockets just in case, and 120 rounds of submachine gun ammo, all in clips. A 12 gauge shotgun was resting on his back, it didn’t have much ammo, just 40 rounds and a grip for better accuracy and cocking. He kept the butt of the smg to his shoulder and held the grip loosely, this stuff didn’t weigh too much, but still he didn’t want to get fatigued. ”Alright, now just a quick elevator trip up to the top floor. Simple.” He pulled back the lever to chamber the first round, and walked into the elevator, he turned and pushed pressed the button for the top floor.
That little jump got him once again, but he didn’t move much, he stayed in place but he couldn’t stand still without a reason and rolled his shoulders or moved his legs, stretching them bit by bit. The numbers were counting upwards, as he reached the top floor, the first was the bottom the top was the last. It was moving by slowly, that initial fear or anticipation was gone, he was fully armed, ready to kick some zombie a**, he was ready for this! That’s when GOD threw a curve ball, and he heard a thump. Not just any thump, but the sound of human sized object hitting the top of the elevator, then another, and one last one before he felt a bit nervous. The elevator was still rising, and he noticed the escape hatch, it was open, as he stared a small red drop fell just inches from his face, as he stepped back into the corner a ravenous head popped in, its lips missing, and teeth covered in blood, fresh blood. Its pale slender hands, ripped at the finger tips, grabbed a hold of the opening frame, and leaped in, falling face first to the ground, mid way through the air, he felt something weird click in his brain, and suddenly everything slowed, it blurred, like tunnel vision but differently, he watched as milliseconds passed, his eyes locked onto the zombie, the ferocious groaning as it fell in slow motion, he raised his smg, with pure instinct and fired, the bullet left the suppressor and he saw next its head splattered against the opposite corner, the body limp as blood began pouring out of the hole between its eyes, and a pool forming around it.”29…” he thought to himself, wanting to keep track of every shot fired, running out of ammo is not fun, or only having a few shots left was also not fun. That’s when the next to jumped in, they must have been lucky, they landed feet first, and he opened up a small burst, tapping the trigger twice, sending the first one into the wall next to its buddy, blood pumping from its head and chest. He never thought about it, but he didn’t look at the clothing, they were lab coats, they were doctors, and one was a patient, and the other was-His thoughts were cut off as a hand just missed his jugular, the third zombie, another doctor, a female doctor, the thinning strands of blonde hair and bone structure with a large gash in her neck, he ducked and rose with an explosive force from his knees, launching the butt of his submachine gun into her temple, swinging in with full force and the woman was sent into the wall, a large gash in her head, and blood seeping out of it, but just to make sure he sent a round through her skull. ”GOD have mercy…”
“26 rounds left… and a bunch of dead corpse, this ride just got longer.” he leaned down, dragging the first body out of the corner and checking his clothing, he peeled off the coat, ripping it at the sleeves and just pulling it off the body, looking through the pockets he didn’t find anything, just a name card. “Doctor Edward Richtofen. Biologist, level A access. Wait that means…” he searched the doctors body and found a keycard opening up level A doors, he must have been important. The patient didn’t have any identification but he found the woman’, he had been to visit her, she seemed like a friend when he was there. He felt some what sad to see her like this. “Doctor Amy Pond, what a shame.” he covered her body with her lab coat, and the saw with the doctor as he was standing up there was this rattle, and scraping, then slowly not so suddenly the elevator stopped, just below floor 21. He was so close, it couldn’t just end like that, he tapped the buttons, but the elevator had lost power, he only had one option, something a bit high up, but manageable. The elevator started rattling again, but the kind of rattling that made someone get nervous, that feeling you get when something really bad is about to happen, he hurried it up. Jumping from the center up to the hatch, with ease he latched onto the opening, kicking from the wall with his feet and hopping himself up to the top, he looked up, dust was everywhere, and it was dark, except for a single light about fifteen floors up, the door was open and a man was looking down, but he was normal, he was alive. ”Hey! HEY! Can you hear me!” He yelled over and over again, but just as he did the man left, his body flinging back inside, as if he was in a hurry to get away, he had a grey beard, and hair, with white skin, he recognized the man as the head of chemical research, Doctor Tom Landry, mean old guy. Also the only one left with such high access, it was a start, he had to get up there. Rubbing his hands together he hopped up to the wire, grabbing on with both hands in a karate grip, aka really tight. His legs wrapped around the wire with his ankles locked together for maximum support, he had only realized he could have used the strap of the smg to support his hands, but to late now. He started to climb, hand for hand, pulling himself up while worming his legs upwards, his muscles tensed as he kept up the pace, five floors up and he had enough, he saw the door to the 40th floor open, just enough for him to leap inside, though it might be tight and if he missed it would be the end of him.
He undid his legs and began to swing, a sudden dropping feeling in his stomach, but that should be normal at about fifty feet in the air, dangling from a wire, with flesh craving zombbags all around you, probably. He swung back, then forth, building momentum, like you would on a swing set right before jumping off, and three, two, two, two, and “******** it! ONE!” he leaped forward, off the at best possible moment and flew forward, several feet, it looked like he was going to make it, but just as he was going towards the entrance, he started to fall, fast. He hit the wall, below the door, he didn’t make it, and started to fall, just in the nick of time he felt something in his hands, clinging to it for dear life, he was holding onto the edge, his chest was pumping, and his mind racing, he tossed the submachine gun into the entrance and pulled himself up, crawling forward until he was safely inside, on his a** with his knees up and arms supporting him, he was smiling, and gasping. “Dammit, today just gets better and better!” He hopped up, grabbing the gun off the ground and putting the strap on, he turned to the corridor and to his exact expectations.
The first sight was the lighting, flickering on and off, the lights at the end of the hall were dimmed, the bulbs were going out, giving the white walls a orange tint, while they flickered on and off, some stayed on, some were just off. The floor was a mess, plants were knocked over, trash cans scattered about, the sliding doors on both sides, were either open or closed, except for the one stuck on a dead body, just opening and closing against its head, over and over and over again. The large glass windows were painted with blood, splattered across it must have meant the people inside were most likely dead, or undead, he wasn’t sure if it was a virus, or mutation, or what that was happening, but Landry would know. He had to find him, the floor had trails of blood leading in nearly every direction, the carpet was a fine color red, so the blood was harder to see, but this floor had carpet, he must have been on the second class living quarters, where the VIP’s would stay. He hoisted his weapon, aligning the butt stock to his shoulder, the reflex sight to his right eye and began to walk, creeping along and darting the gun left and right down each hallway, while walking straight, he took his hand off the grip and pulled out the map, it displayed the in depth hologram, showing him where he was, and he tapped where he wanted to go, the stairs, it showed him the quickest route” Left.” He put the map away, and took the next left, walking past the stupid door that wouldn’t stop going back and forth and kicked the corpses head back so it just shut. It was a relief, just to him, as he continued, he wondered if it was possible for anyone to be alive, he’s only survived because of advanced training, and a lot of luck, one can only be so lucky, he hoped there was someone still around, he almost felt like it was a game of cat and mouse with the good doctor up there.
He swept left, then right, then left-quickly back to right, where he saw at least a dozen corpse walking ********. That little voice in your head that says run, it ran, leaving him on his own, that b*****d, and he had only one thing in mind. ”Come get some!” These things were different, they didn’t just run, they charged, and they charged into a wall of lead. “25!” he popped another skull, they rushed him like a mob, and as he walked backwards wiring in short bursts, they were dropping, thinning out the herd. ”K to the I to the A! Zomb-b***h!” he kept firing, more and more, the rat-a-tat-tat of his smg grew longer in bursts, he was still keeping count. Ten zombies left and a floor covered in ******** empty!” He tossed his gun down, instead of reloading, three zombies left, and they were running the wrong way, at him. He had grabbed one last thing from the armory, something they had very few of, but one was all he needed. Reaching behind his back, under the shirt, under the right gun holster, he grabbed the handle of a combat knife, nine inch overall, and a six inch blade, razor sharp, if there was one thing he loved, it was a good drink, a good woman, and good knife. He spun the blade so the handle was at his thumb, and the blade facing the ground, the closest reached him first, and it was going down, just before it could leap into his tender flesh, he struck, a flash of silver as he arm came down, the blade piercing its skull to four inches deep, destroying the brain, as he ripped it out, he only had milliseconds to get the second.
He thought hard, but ultimately let instincts take over, with his own skill, it was fifty-fifty, time slowed suddenly, he moved just a bit faster than he did before, grabbing the zombie by the wrist and parrying outwards sending it away to his side with his left hand, driving the knife with his right hand straight through the eye socket, he could only watch in slow motion, watching the eyeball rip inside rotting flesh, the pupil split in half as blood gushed outwards drenching his blade, before everything sped up and he was pulling it out of the skull, watching the corpse fall to the ground. ”Mess with the best, you die like the rest!” He yelled as a battle cry the very last zombie charging him, with ten feet to spare, he flung the knife up and as it spun he caught the handle, placing his foot forward then pulling his arm back, and in an expert throw flung the knife forward, it spun in a circular motion, and landed directly in the head of the zombie. ”I see dead people…” He walked over the pile of corpses, to the one with his knife, and worked it back and forth until he ripped it out of its head, he examined the blade, still sharp as a knife, just bloody, and he cleaned it on the zombies shirt, then put it back in the sheath. He found his submachine gun and the empty magazine, he put the strap back on, and took out the next magazine, reloading it, while keeping the spent one in his pocket, not wanting to confuse it with a different one, that’d blow space balls. He walked down the corridor, the damn flickering lights weren’t helping, if any of these things were still alive, they could easily bite him when he walked by, he tried stepping away from the mouth and on they’re backs, or directly on the head, keeping his aim steady and a light foot.
He had to take the next right, when out of no where the lights just went out, all of them, they shut off, it was pitch black, not kinda black, not I can see two feet infront of me, but absolute black, he only had one option, he switched on the laser of his smg, and took out the penlight, placing the smg on his forearm with his hand stiff the flashlight on in front of him, a military style way of doing things. He hurried it up, it only took him less than a minute to make it down the hallway, turning right into the stair case, which had power. ”hm..” He turned and closed the door, this place seemed safe, but he was starting to suspect it wasn’t just zombies after him, maybe a doctor as well. Power can turn off, but for one floor, it seemed unlikely. He clicked off the pen light, putting it in his pocket, he turned off the laser on the smg and placed the gun on his back and tightened the strap so it would stay there, he took out the shotgun and cocked it. “s**t, I need to rest, and some food… would be great right now.” he couldn’t risk eating anything not wrapped or bottled, fountain water was the easiest way to wide spread a virus to infect everyone, or running it through the pipes, the possibilities were endless, if this was air born, he was either immune or it doesn’t take effect until you die, and the first one to die would have to have been murdered, he could only guess by whom. He took a seat on the steps and hunched a bit, closing his eyes and taking a long drawn out breath, before exhaling. ”Well, I aint got time to play with myself, lets get this bad boy back into action!”
It had been minutes, no more than thirty, but nothing less than fifteen, he was still hungry, still thirsty, but now wasent a time to complain, or give up, he forced himself up, his back straight, shaking his head to get that nagging feeling of tiredness out of his eyes, then he hopped up to his feet, swinging the shotgun up to his shoulder, and climbing up the stairs, he knew he shouldn’t, but he started to hum, and sang a little song. ”La de da de da, lets begin the killing time, la de da de dud an ocean of blood! Total slaughter, total slaughter, I wont leave a single man alive, ohh I wont leave a single zombie alive, dead… Whatever, there aint no difference...” He counted the steps, watching the corners, as he came around them, the stair case was in blocks, and honestly there could have been anything just ten feet above him, so he’d have to ready his shotgun, and slowly make his way up the stairs, searching the walls for info on the direction or what floor he was on, he was about to get to the research facility, his best bet to go and look for some answers, maybe even find a survivor or two. His march took him several flights of stairs, until he found the Level A research lab, a heavy iron door in his way, with an i.d. scanner, and a door knob. He ruffled through his pockets and found the I.D. card of Edward Richtofen, nice fellow to lend it to him, he passed the black strip across the red light, it flashed green and the door unlocked. He took the handle and turned it slowly, using a breeching tactic, he opened the door just inches and peeked inside, then after six inches open he swung the door open, not hard enough to let it slam but for it to give him full vision. This place was untouched, there was no one inside, but the lights were on, the machines were running, and it was spotless.
The tile floor was checkered in black and white, and if this wasn’t going on he could have sworn it’d had just been mopped. The steel walls were fresh with wax, or whatever they cleaned metal with, the windows all clear and see through. It was in places like this, where he was the most creeped out, place gone to s**t and this is spotless, that’s the scariest because what’s out there is probably nothing compared to in here. He kept the Benelli raised, 8 shells in, and ready to fire, he crept along, looking through the first room he found a large amount of machines, computers that touched the ceiling, with superficial lights, and knobs, a bunch of stuff he never studied, he wasn’t a scientist, it all looked like normal in this kind of environment. He scanned the room, a laptop, was at the back in center, a long list of words open with a black screensaver, next to it were the hard drive, and a row of more laptops, along with stacks of papers all engrossing the room, at the very center stood a plant, held in a jar of liquid with a weird device that looked like a cat scan, a blue came out of it and began moving up and down the plant, then side to side, and back and forth before coming to a stop, and resting at the bottom of the slab. he figured there could have been some important things on those computers, but he wasn’t a computer hacker, nor an expert with the things, if he deleted something or broke it, or locked himself out of the system then he’d be ********. He turned around and checked out the opposite room.
He peered inside and found a row of the same plants, though they were much smaller, some were dead, it looked like a farm of medical equipment, with the plants being exposed to fresh air, UV light, dim light, bright light, some had different shades of soil, and a few were in containers with fluids of multiple colors, a long with four cameras at each angle taking constant streaming video, at least that’s what he could see, there were a few machines, but overall it was dull white room to him, and a scientists wet dream. He turned away, having the shotgun still in hand, but in a relaxed sort of way against his shoulder, he grabbed the door knob to the computer room, and saw the I.D. scanner again, he got the card out and swiped it, but this time it was access denied, this was level A, the only thing higher was S, and only one person had that, the same guy keeps popping up, he needed to find him, he needed answers, but this wasn’t a time for subtlety, he stepped back and raised the shotgun, aiming it at the door hinges and pulled the trigger, despite the movies, there wasn’t a kick to it, the well placed shotgun blast took the hinge off, he did that two more times then stepped back and launched his leg forward kicking the door in.”5..” He told himself, the number of rounds left, but he took out three loose shells, and reloaded them, then cocked the shotty and was ready to go. He looked around, a bit confused, but he found his way to the one that looked ready to take stuff off of, the one in the center, he placed the shotgun down and sat in the chair, grabbing the mouse and began reading. He only skimmed the report, but it was talking about some plants, found in northern Africa, they held a virus in the stem, the virus would dissolve flesh, and destroy the logical parts of the brain leaving only the basic instinct of hunger, survival, anger. All test subjects show the same signs, they die in several minutes, a fast acting virus that’s spread through contact with the infected, depending on how long they’ve been dead, or how strong the virus is inside them they will be more ferocious, more agile, and show signs of extreme hunger, along with disregard of self injury, they become beasts, animals that want only flesh. “This was a month ago, people were starting to go missing, reports of loved ones that had died, recently, coming back. They did this, but why!” He kept searching, looking through the single report, and only found more of these reports. The only way to kill is with blunt for trauma, or shooting them in the head, and damage to the body is negligible, and shooting them in the spine will stop them from moving, but they become twitchy and even less responsive. No results have been found on starvation, but the animal testing is successful. Dogs are the most likely-“It stops there…”
He stood up, and grabbed the shotgun laying on the table, he turned to leave, but just as he did he saw the memory stick, a small device that’s like a backup storage device, that he did know, and he quickly saved the file onto the memory stick, and stuffed it in his shirt pocket, he didn’t want to risk touching the plant, it must be in a jar for some reason, though he had read earlier that some plants prove beneficial without side effects, blue plants, if he recalled correctly, not that he was going to eat a plant, that was just stupid. He walked out into the hall way, there were four more rooms before he would make it to the stairs, he passed the next room without going down any other hallway, and found an incubation chamber, little pods that were stainless white, with breathing devices and food supplement bags connected into each little pod, he found that they were babies, infants still, and as much as he didn’t care, he had to keep going, they were growing people, it didn’t surprise him, nor phase him, he only had one thing to do and saving kid’s wasn’t one of them. He looked to the right, and found another testing room, a lot cleaner than his, and less blood. No body, just the normal surgical equipment on a table, a lamp, and rolling table. The desk behind it had medical supplies, something he could use, maybe even food. He swiped the card, it might work on this door, the red lights flashed then… turned green and he was in, he found a first aid kit, a small box with a white cross on it, he opened it and found, band aides, wrapping tape, alcohol, a small pair of scissors, and pair of surgical rubber gloves. He took the wrapping tape and alcohol then tossed it, nothing good really besides that. He searched the cupboards, and drawers, until he hit the jack pot, a small bottle, label adrenaline, and a quick use needle, it was stab and go.
He filled the needle, and tucked it away in his right pocket, then grabbed a small round bottle of pain killers. “Good, could come in handy, but I’m running out of room.” He scavenged the place then made his way back to the stair case, he wasn’t far now, just five more flights and that should take him to the level he saw the doctor run into, what he was doing up there god only knows, but he was going to get answers: one way or another. He cocked the shotgun, and held it at the hip, a good blast may not kill them, but it will send any human sized target flying away. He kept making his way up the flight of stairs, until with directions from the holo-map, he found the right door, placing the map back in his pocket, it was ten floors below the security room, the room that leads out into the world, someplace he could only see through videos, and pictures, even the sun would be a new experience, one he couldn’t wait to explore. He took in a deep breath, releasing it calmly through his lips, and opened the door.

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