After seven days, Asher found himself standing inside the elevator that had just reached the 29th floor. He held a large fire ax in his hand and wore clean gray sportswear. A black backpack was strapped to his back, containing his belongings for the journey ahead. The journey through the previous floors had been surprisingly smooth, thanks to BOI-TEK's guidance. He took a moment to catch his breath, his mind focused on the task ahead.
BOI-TEK helped Asher plan for the next floors and also help him find better tools and also the blue solution, which Asher used to get stronger and also to get the necessary nutrition.
"BOI-TEK, can you tell me once again the information you know about this, " Asher asked.
"I apologize, I don't have direct contact with the 29th floor. However, I can provide you with some information," BOI-TEK responded through the Elevetor's speakers.
"The 29th floor is primarily dedicated to storage and maintenance. There should be an armory loaded with firearms In room number 6," BOI-TEK continued.
Asher nodded in understanding. He knew that having access to weapons would greatly increase his chances of survival.
"Understood, BOI-TEK. Open the door" Asher replied.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft hiss, revealing a dimly lit corridor on the 29th floor. Asher cautiously stepped out, his grip tightening on the fire ax in his hand. He surveyed the surroundings, the flickering lights casting eerie shadows on the walls.
As he made his way down the corridor, a sense of unease settled open him, he couldn't help but feel that there was something strange on this floor.
' This floor is a lot bigger than the previous floors, but I can't hear any roars or sound of monsters' Asher thought with a serious face as he made his way down the corridor with cautious eyes.
As Asher glanced at the window of a certain room he passed through, he couldn't help but think ' There is no blood no chaos, everything seemed clean and organized, is it possible that there are no Undeads on this floor ', as Asher continued his way through the corridor the silence was deafening, broken only by the sound of his own footsteps.
This floor actually was even bigger than Asher previously thought as it took him close to five minutes just to reach room number 6, but just as he was going to check the lock of the room his heart skipped a beat as he suddenly heard several quick pace footsteps approaching.
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Just as he turned to the direction of the footsteps Asher found a group of five women standing in the end of the corridor, their figures illuminated by the pale glow of emergency lights. Each of them held a firearm, their expressions a mix of caution yet coldness.
Confusion washed over Asher. ' What!? Who are they? Where did they come from ' Asher thought but before he could react, the women raised their weapons, aiming directly at him. Their eyes bore into his, their gaze unwavering.
"Drop your weapon! Hands in the air!" one of the women commanded, her voice laced with authority.
Asher's mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. It seemed he had stumbled upon a group that had claimed this floor as their territory. The realization hit him hard, and he complied, slowly lowering the fire ax and raising his hands above his head.
With a synchronized motion, the women approached him cautiously, their firearms trained on his every move. They were a diverse group, each with a hardened look in their eyes that spoke of survival in this unforgiving world.
As they closed in, one of the women, her features hardened by the harsh realities they faced, spoke with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
Asher took a deep breath, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. "My name is Asher. I'm a survivor, just like you. I've been making my way through the facility, trying to find a way out ."
As Asher finished speaking, the women exchanged glances, their expressions hardening even further. They seemed uninterested in his plight, their eyes devoid of sympathy or compassion.
One of the women, the apparent leader of the group who had a big scar on her face, stepped forward with a sinister smirk on her face. "Survivor, huh? Well, you've stumbled into the wrong territory, Asher," she sneered, her eyes narrowing with a cold delight. "We don't take kindly to strangers here. You should have stayed hidden like the rest of the vermin."
With a flick of her hand, she signaled the others to take action. Asher found himself surrounded by the women, their grip on their firearms tightening. Fear surged through his veins, but he refused to show any weakness. He maintained his composure, his gaze locked on the leader.
"What do you want from me?" Asher demanded, his voice laced with defiance.
The leader's smile widened, revealing a glint of sadistic pleasure. "Oh, don't worry, Asher. We'll have plenty of fun with you," she taunted, her words sending a chill down his spine. "But first, we need to make sure you won't be causing any trouble."
Before Asher could respond, two of the women moved swiftly towards him, their movements practiced and efficient, the women disarmed Asher, taking his fire ax and backpack.
After taking his belongings one of the women seized Asher's arms, forcefully pulling them behind his back and snapping handcuffs onto his wrists. Then they rifled through his belongings, their eyes widening in surprise as they discovered the capsules of the blue solution.
"The Vitaforce Elixir!!" the scar-faced woman said with a serious tone. "Where did you find this ?."
' The Vitaforce Elixir!? Is this the name of the blue solution, they seem increased in this solution ' Asher thought as he looked at the women who eagerly took the capsules, examining them with a mix of greed and anticipation. They spoke amongst themselves, their voices hushed yet filled with excitement. ' Shit!! This is bad, what would I do!?'
" you don't want to answer, no problem you will talk soon," The scared woman said before she turned around while saying "Let's move "
"Move," one of the women barked, pushing Asher forward with a cold detachment. The group began to march him down the corridor.
As they made their way through the floor, Asher was His mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. These women were not the allies he had hoped to find. They were captors, ' captors who know a lot '