It wasn't the first time Sergei killed someone - but it was the first time he killed someone who didn't try to kill him in return… However, the moral anguish faded away rather quickly: the dangerous world seemed to constantly remind him of the universal truth - kill or be killed. After searching the room, our morally grey hero found one gun, two bats and three dozens of 9mm bullets. He also found a can of half-eaten stewed vegetables, but by the smell of it it was long gone…
"All clear, where to now? Hello? You there? Hello, HELLO?! You little shit!" Sergei grumbled, but no one answered, so he decided to return to his haven… Where he found the puking boy.
"What's wrong with you?"
"I no used to this…"
"You've never even seen someone being eaten alive by a zombie?" He gasped, his eyes becoming comically big from shock, even though he himself never seen that before… "On the second thought, I don't really care. Get back to work!" He growled at the poor boy, looked at the camera and returned to the real world. He left the security office and moved further down the hallway.
The moment Sergei was about to open another door, he heard the boy's voice: "Boss, get back quick!"
The second he disappeared, the door opened and two huge punks came out of the room.
(fr) "Well, that was productive! Should we go visit the girls or maybe go to the gym?" One of them asked. He had a hairstyle after Sonic the Hedgehog, but for some reason, he had bright orange beard along with the blue hair…
(fr) "Nah, they're all so old! Let's go get some drinks."
(fr) "Old? Our boss kills anyone older than 25. Are you a paedo?"
(fr) "So what?"
(fr) "Well, I don't really give a shit, let's get wasted then!"
When the punks left, Sergei returned to the reality and entered the room. It turned out to be a chemical lab! Who would have thought that those two jocks would turn out to be the chemists… They weren't cooking borscht in here and neither were they making beer - what could the punks have been cooking? Drugs, of course. Sergei hadn't planned on doing the same of course, but the chemical lab could be useful on the farm, right?
"Ha, used to be yours, but now it's mine. Chemicals? I take! Flasks? I take! Chairs, tables, cabinets? But of course!" The man enthusiastically raided the room, eager to get more Haven XP. Only some bare walls were left when he finished!
"Boss, two come to the room, they not have weapons," the boy's voice came through the radio.
"Copy that. I shall meet them and punish them in the name of the moon!" Sergei found a place where he would be hidden by the door when it opens and disappeared. Two punks entered the room - but it was so dark! The battery powered lamps were also confiscated by Sergei…
(fr) "Shit… Why did those idiots turn off the lights?" The skinny punk with lush blue rocker hair shouted in annoyance.
(fr) "Who the fuck knows! Do you have a flashlight?" Answered the half bold punk with a pig's snout and huge boobs tattooed on his forehead.
(fr) "No…"
(fr) "Crap… Let's try and feel our way through this darkness…"
The thugs went further into the room trying to feel the lamp, however they had this weird thought that they were in the different room! No table or chairs… When they became really suspicious, Sergei sneaked up on them from behind smiling creepily and beheaded both of them in one swift swing.
"Scumbags and junkies is what I hate the most and you guys are like two in one! Such a pity that I don't own any pigs or I would've fed them your corpses. Or maybe not… Wouldn't want them to get poisoned…"
He closed the door, took out the lamp and searched their bodies. They didn't have any weapons on them, but he found a set of keys.
"Report."
"Huh?"
"Tell me where to go next, you idiot!" he angrily hissed into the radio.
"A-a-a… Boss, next room be dark and I not know what be there."
"You are so useless… Is the hallway clear?"
"Yes, Boss."
He cracked open the door and peered out to make sure that the hallway was indeed clear, however it was hard to see anything without a flashlight… Having listened to the silence for a few seconds, he was able to hear some noise but it was too far away - and it sounded like laughter. He decided not to rush and approached the next door, which happened to be locked, but he was the happy owner of the keys now!
"Dear God, I haven't asked you for anything in a long while, but please… Please, let there be some booze behind this door!" With hope shining brightly in his heart, Sergei slowly opened the door.
"Damn it!" Under the light of his flashlight he spotted some sacks, boxes and other scrap metal. The punks probably used it as a storage for all the useless junk.
"Dish soap? Baking soda, shampoos? What the fuck would they need all this for? Ugh I don't care, I'm taking everything!" Man's promise is as good as gold! In a minute a thirty square meters room was completely empty!
"Boss, in next room be many humans! I think they sleep."
"They are sleeping? In the afternoon? Are they vampires?"
"I think this group take night shift or go hunt in night."
"Keep an eye on them. If something changes, scream. You got it?"
"Yes, Boss."
The hyper-vigilant man approached the door and slowly opened it, but only after turning off his flashlight. It was warm and cozy inside, the big room was filled with thirty or so beds and each of those had someone sleeping in it. The room itself was barely lit by candlelight.
"Boss, if any of they make noise, you be found…" Upon hearing those words a devilish smile made its way on Sergei's face. He just had a great idea! He approached one of the punks, put a hand on his body and teleported with him to his haven! For quite some time now, Sergei learned how to teleport back and forth without any voice command, he only had to imagine a particular place in the haven. Because the punk was lying in his bed, upon appearing in the haven he immediately fell on the ground. The punk's first instinct upon waking up was to kill the idiot who dared to prank him but…
"Good morning, sunshine!" Said the weird man and drove his sword through the shocked punk's neck. "Go get your older brother, kid. Tell him to get rid of the body."
"But he still alive!!!" The pale boy exclaimed.
"Well then fix it, stop being a pussy. And make sure to search the body, he possibly has a gun or some bullets on him!" Sergei gave out the order and disappeared, leaving behind the shocked kid and the convulsing punk.
After a few seconds, the wanna be kidnapper appeared with a new victim. A swing of a sword and the head went rolling on the ground…
"He's still alive?" He asked, upon seeing the older brother looking at the agonizing punk's body with horror filled eyes.
"But where we put bodies…?" The younger one asked.
"Hm… That's right, the pit! Throw them into the pit, it's supposed to be bottomless."
"Okay…"
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"I'm tired…" Sergei sighed after killing another punk.
There were twenty five bodies already on the meadow: the older brother couldn't search the bodies fast enough, before Sergei brought in the new ones! The pit was out of question for now, the bodies needed to be searched first. The very first punk died on his own, by the way - he bled out and suffered till his last breath.
"Too slow! We need more workers…" He didn't want Alice doing this, the younger brother was behind the camera and the old man… He was barely alive himself, this would be too hard for him…
"What if…" The serial killer of punks returned to the reality, grabbed another sleeping punk and appeared in front of the pit. The punk fell on the ground but was immediately grabbed again and thrown into the pit, but…
THE ABYSS CANNOT TAKE THE LIFE OF SOMEONE WITH A SOUL.
After that message, the punk came flying back from the pit and fell on the ground once again. He immediately stood up and shouted:
(fr) "What the fuck is going on here! Who are you… Where am I?"
(rus) "I don't understand you… so die!" Sergei suddenly leaned forward, cut off the punk's head with a swing of his sword and kicked him Spartan style into the abyss.
"Hey system, what about now?"
THE ABYSS RECYCLED A BODY AND THE HAVEN RECEIVES 10 UNITS OF BIOMATTER.
"Biomatter? What's it for?"
NOTHING IS CREATED OUT OF NOTHING, EVERYTHING HAS ITS PRICE.
"Am I supposed to understand that? Can you explain it properly?"
NO
"Fuck you, and fuck your creator and all his family! I hate you!"
Sergei returned to the real world and killed off the remaining punks, one after another.
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"When you are done searching them, throw them into the pit," the boss told the older brother, who in turn looked at his younger brother so he could translate him Sergei's words. Then Sergei returned to the reality and started searching the room.
"Our boss scares me… He kills so easily…" Gautier whispered to his brother, after making sure that no one was around.
"These are the times… Besides, they are worse than zombies!" Answered the younger one, without taking his eyes off the screen. Boss was currently teleporting beds and furniture into haven. There were some other personal items as well, but nothing of value.
After finishing with the room, Sergei visited the other rooms once again and took the bodies - it's biomatter, after all! What's it for? He had zero clue, but it should at least have some use, right? He got rid of the blood as well - no one would ever know that more than thirty people were killed in those rooms.
"Boss, someone coming."
Upon hearing the younger brother's words, Sergei immediately returned to the haven and ran to the laptop. A man with a flashlight walked past the spot where he stood a second ago. He was wielding a machete and a gun could be seen peeking through his pocket. It looked like he was ready for anything.
Sergei raised his sword and teleported back to the real world. It happened so fast, the patrolling punk never knew what hit him. His head, with his mouth frozen mid yawn, fell on the ground, followed a second later by the rest of his body.
"I will name this move "Death from the shadows". Ha-ha, I'm so funny! O la… le… lu… le France… damn it, it's impossible to spell, I'll just call you Francis," the mass murdered cussed, trying to figure out the brand of the gun that he just took from the dead punk. After confiscating the dead body and a flashlight, the killer of punks continued moving forward.
"Boss, there be room on your right, there be many kidnapped woman and few punk have fun with them."
"Agh! Your bad English is really pissing me off. Where's the door? There's just a wall here."
"Door be somewhere further…"
"As my grandma used to say: "If you want to do something well, do it yourself"…"
Sergei turned off his flashlight and quietly crept further. Upon reaching the intersection, he carefully peaked around the corner. In the dimly lit hallway, two punks stood near the metal door, they looked like guards and each of them was wielding a gun.
"It looks like they cannot live without women. Even the drug lab wasn't that guarded! Is their boss a sex maniac or something? And how am I supposed to lure those jocks out? Huge, two meters tall each and both of them with guns... if only I had a silencer… Hm…" Sergei smiled cunningly and returned to his haven.
"Go get Alice, kid."
"Yes, Boss."
Sergei got behind his laptop and while waiting for Alice to arrive, he decided to see what made the kid so flustered, so much so, that he ran away while covering his groin with his hands. It turned out that the little pervert was busy watching some porn... and not the regular kind! The camera could zoom in, zoom out and could be moved around however he liked. You could watch from any angle! And the girls were gorgeous - even though slightly malnourished and dirty, but the young pervert picked a good angle! With such a talent he should become a porn director. Alice finally arrived while Sergei was busy complimenting the pervert's skills.
"You called, Boss?" A pleasant woman's voice sounded from behind and upon turning around he saw Alive standing there with a cute smile on her face.
"I have an important task to give you."
Weirdly, she immediately agreed after learning what the mission was about… Sergei teleported her to the hallway, gave her his flashlight, then returned to his haven and got behind the computer.
"Is anybody here? I was told I can get some food here…" Alice spoke hesitantly, using her sweetest voice and cautiously moving down the hallway.
"Did you hear that?" One of the jocks guarding the door whispered.
"Of course I did - I'm not deaf! Look, I can see the light. That means she's not far!"
"It seems like someone pranked her, ha-ha. Fresh meat!"
"I call dibs!"
"And why the hell is that?!"
"I heard her first!"
Two jocks crept towards the unsuspecting girl, while whispering between each other and upon reaching the intersection, jumped out from behind the corner.
"Oh!" Alice exclaimed.
"Are you here alone, lady?" One of the jocks asked quietly. He was a little disappointed once he examined her closely, they had much prettier girls in their "hobby room". She was cute in his opinion, but their boss had much higher standards: only beauties of the highest level!
"She's mine," said the second jock, drooling on himself from lust. But the next moment Sergei appeared behind their backs and with one powerful swing beheaded both of them at the same time, then he quickly hugged both their bodies that were yet to hit the ground and teleported to his haven.
He came back after a few seconds and took the girl and the severed heads… To his surprise, Alice hadn't shown any reaction to the gruesome sight and behaved really bravely. But the second they appeared in the haven, she ran to the side and barely stopped herself from throwing up. After all, two people were beheaded right in front of her and their heads ended up rolling to her feet…
"You did a great job, Alice. But I will need your help with one more thing… Go get your brother, kid," Sergei ordered, while examining the so called "hobby room" through the camera.
"Got it."
Soon the older brother arrived. Boss gave him and Alice some guns and they returned to the real world together. They kicked the door open, jumped into the room and pointed their guns at the punks.
Two of them were lying down on the sofas and were drugged out of their minds; one punk was smoking while two others were "busy" with the girls. There were also nine girls in the room, their ages ranging from sixteen to twenty; or ten girls to be exact - the last girl was lying completely still and it was hard to tell, if she was alive or not.
"What the fuck?! Who are you fuckers?! Huh? You wanna die?" A completely naked punk, who was covered in tattoos jumped from the bad in one quick motion, fully alert as if he wasn't "busy" with one of the girls a second ago. But by the sight of his pinky sized dick, it quickly became clear why he was able to recover so fast. Sergei couldn't help but feel sorry for the punk… He wasn't able to finish his speech though, as a little while back Sergei got his hands on a silencer and decided to lower the volume of a loud humanoid.
"If they move - shoot those baboons with baby dicks. Please translate, Alice."
(fr) "My Boss said, if you move - you die," Alice repeated his words in French with a cute smile. However their words fell on deaf ears. One of the punks lunges forward and grabbed one of the girls, holding her in front of himself like a human shield. His nails suddenly grew longer and turned into ten centimeters long claws.
(fr) "Make one more move and her head is coming off!" The punk roared, pressing his claws on the terrified girl's carotid artery.
"Is he threatening us with that girl's life?"
"Yes, Boss."
"Is he an imbecile?"
"Yes, Boss." Alice answered unperturbedly.
"Hey kid, put two "melons" on the table." Sergei told the younger brother through the radio. The next moment two dead punks' severed heads appeared in Sergei's hands and were immediately thrown at the one who was holding a hostage.
(fr) "Brother???" The punk with claws couldn't keep his eyes off the head that so happened to belong to his brother. At the same time a gun with a silencer appeared in Sergei's hand and he once again proved that he was a good shot. The punk fell and the girl started screaming, not because of his death but because of the severed heads that were rolling on the ground…
"Tell them to shut up or they will draw attention to us. And tell the olde… Gautier, to tie those fuckers up," the Boss ordered and looked at his captives. One was scared shitless, two others were stoned and couldn't care less about what was going on.
"Now, what should I do with you…" The heartless killer mumbled, looking at the girls who were cowering together in the corner. All of them were rare beauties, but looked battered and underfed. They were naked but, due to the room being warm they were not freezing. Some of them had several cuts and bruises as well…
"Does any of you speak English?" The man asked looking at the cowering girls, then sighed, sent his gun to the haven and spoke again: "Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you, else I would've tied you up already or something. Well, you know how evil guys behave right? Alice, do I look evil?"
"No, but you look like a psycho, Boss." Alice gave an honest answer.
Sergei wanted to object but swallowed his words upon seeing his reflection in the mirror that was hanging on the nearby wall. Voluminous beard, yellow pants, pink t-shirt, leather gloves… He also had a nasty grin on his face and his clothes were covered in blood here and there…
"I speak English." One of the girls raised her hand, but her voice trembled with fear.
"Me too."
"And… me…"
Five girls raised their hands and four of them were very fluent!
"Good!" Sergei exclaimed smiling widely and observed those who spoke out. "My goal is to rob this place. If you have any information about how this place is set up, I will give you some food and escort you to the Louvre."
"No… please, I don't want to be used by men ever again…" the red headed girl uttered, with tears glistening in her eyes. She was a weak woman who could fight neither dead nor living, and the only chance for her to survive was either to find a reliable man or to sell her body. However, considering her looks, she would most probably be forced to be some influential and powerful pervert's whore (and there were most probably a lot of those in the Louvre) against her will.
"What do you want then?" Asked the psycho. He was slightly surprised by her answer.
"I will work, I will do anything or give you anything you want… except my body, I will give you my all!" The girl said through the rivers of tears.
"So you want me to hire you? Hm, I do have a lot of work that needs to be done, but it's physically demanding and sometimes even unpleasant. You wouldn't be able to stay on your feet from fatigue at the end of the day, but we do have good food." Sergei said, upon remembering the ever growing mountain of loot and the whole field filled with the punks' corpses, he also remembered Alice's hilarious reaction when she nearly puked from that view.
"Even if you make me work until exhaustion, if I won't be forced to sell by body and will be fed regularly, then I accept!" The redhead beauty exclaimed with fire in her eyes.
"That's a good spirit! Okay, I'll take you, but give me a minute first." Sergei disappeared. Upon returning to his haven, he sat down with his laptop and typed down a new contract. Then he grabbed a pile of clothes, that Alice meticulously sorted a while ago and returned to the real world, making the girls shriek from surprise. He suddenly disappeared and then reappeared out of nowhere, carrying a lot of women clothes in his hands!
"Get dressed, this is for free. Once you are done you will sign a contract. Gautier turn around or at least cover your boner, you little pervert!" Sergei laughed, seeing how the young man couldn't stop staring at the naked beauties in front of him. Gautier blushed and quickly turned around, even though he was already seventeen and technically wasn't that little.
"We are ready." They heard the redhead's voice. Sergei didn't choose the clothes and just grabbed the first things that came to hand, that's why the girls now looked like Sergei with his yellow pants and pink t-shirt. The clothes were of different sizes, but mainly bigger… One of the girls was wearing a short skirt and a warm sweater, the other was in a thin t-shirt, but the bra was few sizes bigger so it looked ridiculous.
"And why is she still naked?" He pointed at the unconscious girl.
"She's almost dead from starvation…" The tall blonde informed him. Her words made Sergei shiver from the unpleasant memories from his childhood, when he was almost in the same condition.
"Dress her up."
"Okay," said the blonde and with the help of two other girls they dressed her in a minute. Sergei approached the unconscious girl, put his hand on her forehead and sent her to his haven.
(fr) "She disappeared!" One of the girls exclaimed.
"Where is she?" The blonde girl asked.
"Somewhere where she'll be taken good care of," the man answered with a serious expression on his face.
"Boss! I want to work for you as well!"
"Me too!"
"And me! I don't want to spend the rest of my life as a pathetic starving whore, please!" The girls surrounded him, begging him to take them in, which made Sergei feel a bit lost.
"Do we have enough work for them all?" He asked looking at Alice.
"It will be a bit crowded…" Alice gave an honest answer, but upon looking at the crying and begging women, took their side. "But if Boss could steal this camp's supplies… There will be so much work, that it would keep me and the boys busy for half a year."
"Fine, you convinced me. You'll be responsible for them." The man waved his hand and the nine girls saw the system message.
YOU RECEIVED AN OFFER TO BECOME A RESIDENT OF THE DIMENSIONAL HAVEN. PLEASE READ THE RULES OF THE HAVEN. IF YOU AGREE WITH THEM, YOU WILL BE IMMEDIATELY TELEPORTED TO THE HAVEN UPON SAYING "I AGREE". HOWEVER, DO KEEP IN MIND THAT THE OWNER OF THE HAVEN IS ITS KING AND GOD.
AS THE HAVEN'S RESIDENT YOU ARE ENTITLED TO HAVE:
•A PLACE TO LIVE
•FOOD
•PROTECTION
YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO:
•TOUCH YOUR BOSS' BELONGINGS
•ANTAGONIZE OTHER SURVIVORS
•CAUSE HARM TO THE HAVEN
•CANCEL THIS CONTRACT
YOU ARE REQUIRED TO:
•OBEY YOUR BOSS' COMMANDS
ADDENDUM:
•THIS CONTRACTS CAN BE CHANGED ANY MOMENT
•YOU CAN LEAVE THE HAVEN ONLY WITH YOUR BOSS' HELP
•UPON AGREEING WITH THE RULES YOU'LL BE IMMEDIATELY TELEPORTED TO THE HAVEN.
ADDENDUM 2:
•NO ONE CAN FORCE YOU TO BE WITH OTHER MAN/WOMAN/UKNOWN SHIT AGAINST YOUR WILL, EVEN YOUR BOSS.
•THIS PARAGRAPH CANNOT BE CHANGED OR DELETED.
Sergei added the last paragraph to the main contract - in other words, that rule applied to the previous contracts as well.
"I agree!" The redhead was the first one to accept and disappeared right after uttering the key phrase.
"I agree too!" The blonde followed her example and just like that all of the girls ended up "signing" his contract. In the end, only a couple of tied up punks and Sergei with his company were the only ones left in the room. But they followed soon as well. The girls observed their surroundings with awe and wonder - it was so magical to appear in a clearing in the middle of the woods!