waking up, he looked around the room making sure it was safe since last night because of the exhaustion he couldn't and just hunched himself up in a corner to sleep.
After a couple of minutes, he returned back to the door as he ate and prepared himself mentally for what he was about to do.
"There's no difference between staying in here and going out, one way or the other I'll most likely end up dead" he said as he laughed at himself.
He was currently in a very sorry state, his clothes or what was left of them hung loosely on his body, his hair soaked in blood and had become sticky to the touch, he reeked of death.
He wasted no time wondering what he would do as he scoured the building for another exit point, only to find a hatch leading to the rooftop of the building. He climbed up as he opened the hatch to see the morning sun without having to look past a zombie.
Walking to the edge of the building he could see the zombies had completely surrounded the building on all sides. If the number of zombies last night was merely a hundred now it was three times that number. The zombie swarm from yesterday had turn into a zombie horde.
Even if he could somehow escape this situation it would be impossible for him to leave in one piece.
"I'll have to lure some of the zombies away if I want to stand a chance of leaving" he said out loud as he watched the zombies move mindlessly about as he sat down on the ledge with a chocolate bar in his hands.
After almost half an hour of observing these zombies he knew that it was very unlikely he would be able to separate these zombies, leaving him with the only option of killing his way through. The likeliness of him surviving that was zero but that was all he could do.
…
"I have to kill my way through" he said as he held both his swords in his hands staring at the steel door intently.
He stood still as he tried controlled his breathing, slowing it down as his heart rate was reduced while still maintaining peak functionality of his whole being.
"If I die, then so be it" he said as he pulled the steel pipe which he used to block the door last night out of the way.
Clank!!! The steel pipe hit the floor as the door was pushed open by the zombie horde as they scrambled in.
Wasting no time, the moment the steel door was pushed open he charged right into it as he wielded his swords like a mad man.
In moments his whole being was soaked in blood as zombie heads, limbs and innards flew everywhere, if someone was to observe the situation from above they would only see the zombies move and focus on a particular point but would fail to notice Ray who was the focal point of their attention constantly swinging his sword despite how pointless it was.
His hand swept from right to left, sometimes in a wide arc as he fought his way through and slowly he began to lose himself to the blood and thrill as he killed, that he forgot his reason for fighting and only knew a single thing.
Kill!!!! This ingle thought which surfaced in his mind was like a powerful drug as his lost energy was steadily replenished and his speed and strength were elevated to a whole new level. His thoughts had just a single focal point as he killed his way inside the horde of zombies.
"More blood!!!" a voice in his head said but the surprising thing was that voice was his even as he tried to hold onto the last fleeting moments of consciousness when he killed.
"How many zombies have I killed? Is it 50, 60…?" he wondered as he unconsciously wielded his swords.
"I am Ray" he said to himself as he tried to fight the overwhelming lust he had for killing, for seeing the blood which bathed his whole being, but the more he fought himself the stronger the urge to kill became.
Unknown to him during his killing spree, his eyes were a much brighter shade of red unlike yesterday's momentarily dull red when he entered the building. His face distorted as a sinister smile played on his lips as he killed.
He slowly found himself sinking into a state he felt was alien to him.
If it was to be described, it would be as if I was being slowly pulled under a pool of blood while being held by my ankles by someone I could not see. The strange thing was the deeper I fell, the more pleasure I experienced it was as if all my senses were at their peak, I could feel as my blade tore through the dead skin of the zombies, I could feel their unwillingness to die, their pain, their anguish, everything became crystal clear.
There was no longer any separation between the state I fell into and my whole being, as I regained consciousness.
I gripped the handles of both my swords firmly as killed the zombie near me in an almost effortless manner. It felt almost as if the blade met no obstruction as it cut through it, without realizing it his speed was almost inconceivable as he roamed through the constantly increasing horde of zombies easily.
"I feel more powerful and faster" he thought as he noticed the changes to his strength. His breathing was so calm and collected that it even gave him a scare.
I feel like am in control of everything, not even a single zombie claw could touch my body as I moved through the horde.
"Could this be the legendary Blood State" he wondered as he sped up.
Despite being surrounded by a horde of low-class zombies he could move freely with no interference he knew it would not be possible even for a team of B Class Hunters to do but he had managed such a feat on his own.