In the scorched floor of area two, a man was crawling with his bloodied body.
He was a soldier of squad three before they were attacked by intruders, no, wanderers if he heard them right. Whatever they were, they had powers, powers to bend fire and cut through bones like butter.
By the time soldiers realized that, Area three was a slaughterhouse.
Eighteen rounds of ammo were fired all around area two for ten seven minutes but not a bullet scratched that red haired bastard.
Soon, everything in the place was burning. The soldier survived that wave of flaming assault barely. He legs gave up on him when the assassin cut through them, bleeding was stopped accidently when the fire burned his flesh. The pain was deathly horrible. He almost died in the shock. It took him two hours just to realize he was still alive and pain started to grow numb.
There wasn't much for him to do but wait for death to take him. But he wasn't done fighting just yet.
There was still something he could do, no matter how broken he was.
'I chose my death, and I'm not going today.' He thought with resolve in his eyes as he came closer to the elevator section.
"take me to Sector one." He said, the voice interface on the mechanical lift seemingly understood his authority. The lift started to move upwards.
Sector one was what captains called for 'the hatch' or 'entrance' of the base. It was supposed to be empty right now, considering the awakened and the special squad of lieutenant was dealing with the monsters.
The man named Jigar looked down his waist and the bleeding legs. It didn't hurt, for now. His bloodied hands and ripped nails stung him bit but not unbearable. He had to claw his way here, so, of course his hands were ruined after all the trouble he had to go through.
Jigar Night was at his limit and ready to give up. But something stopped him. His breathing was unsteady and his head felt like it was on fire.
He grabbed the locket at his neck. There were two pictures when he opened it. he saw the reason he was still fighting for. the pictures of the only family he was left in this broken world, his wife Lara and his daughter Nancy.
Jigar held them closer to his chest. It was still breathing. And he promised himself to fight back the world, if it was for them.
Currently, they are in military base in France, MB-56. And he couldn't go because of his duties here. But he didn't care anymore. Not after he was sure this place was done for. When the fires came raining down, only his family came to his mind with the agonizing pain.
All but death awaited humanity in the world, and if he was going to die either way, he preferred it with a fight closer to his loved ones.
When the elevator reached the top and the doors refused to open he had to override the code to get outside.
He expected, in worst case, empty silence to welcome him, or another round of dead bodies. He could always use the first aid kit there to help himself or a send a signal to the top brass. But he what he was greeted with, as the doors slowly slid open, was horror.
A moster he had only seen the records, the worst of apocalypse, a plague, was right in front of him.
"Rrgwww..." The grotesque growling suddenly sent a chill down his spine. The rotten body of that creature was spawning worms on its skin. Mouth wet with fresh blood and stinking poison on its fang. It wore a half torn clothes that seemed to belong to a soldier.
The soldier it was eating showed little to no movement, it was shaking like a broken toy. The dead soldier half eaten by plague just then opened his eyes slowly, only this time, the pupils were blue, and glowing.
Sounds of bone cracking was heard, then from every moment, the soldier tried to get up. As if it was no longer human, Jigar saw a dead body waking up like a zombie. It has been turned, now it was called 'plague'. A minion of the plaguebeast.
That's how plaguebeast poison worked, it spread like virus on touch. Everything it preyed upon was turned into its scavenger for more prey. And because of that, even when the cannibalistic nature of the plaguebeast kept their numbers very low, they were feared the most.
It was impossible to imagine this creature was once human.
The soldier looked entirely different. It had a hunched back like a goblin, standing on two thin legs with sharp claws, he was growling like a zombie. Saliva dropped on the floor as it turned around, sensing a smell of blood.
Science could not help to understand this phenomenon. Surely there was some form of sorcery was involved, one of those damn gods created this abomination.
"Dear lord..." Jigar whispered in low voice as the beast eyes him.
The beast senses a prey in the vicinity, wounded and immobile. The soldier tried to close the doors of lift, tapping the switch endlessly in a hurry, but the beast was faster.
The beast, lunging forward, grabs the closing doors with his two bands, breaking it in the process.
After that, it was two minutes of absolute hell in that confined place.
***
The dark clouds hovered below the overhead lights of scorched military facility. There were bodies cast out all over the gates of entrance. The hatch was open like a mouth of a large worm, made of steel and dust.
The plaguebeast was on feasting frenzy outside. It was a good day to it, too good, with so many prey, you could almost spot a miniscule smile between the grotesque face and pointed fangs. The infestation was taking place. Soon all these dead bodies will belong to it, To use them however it wanted.
The true horror of a plaguebeast was about to begin.
Even among the top class monsters in the apocalypse, there was a reason a plaguebeast was feared the most. They were few in existence at all, and the chances of encountering one was thousand to one, but still, It was a disaster in the class of its own - A disaster class monster. A plague waiting to happen. And MB-35 is about to witness it.
***
"Damn bastards!" A loud scream echoed throughout the area four, reverberating from the walls and floors to the ears of its scared victims. "This this getting worse by the minute."
For some unknown reasons, the communication just came online. 'the guys in area six must be working their ass off,' he thought first. But after the comms came back, he recieved a urgent report from the control centre there.
["plaguebeast on the loose! i repeat a plaguebeast on the loose! requesting command for help in sector one."] It came from Jigar on his last breath, a warning which alerted throughout the base.
The battle with the invaders was at stalemate. They were stuck in area four. No one can retreat. And the civilians were locked in their quarters.
The people have been evacuated into their dorms and the Dead body of Trojan was starting to get infested by worms so small it was invisible through all the dust that's been cast by invaders.
"We found a casualty, sir." a Soldier reported to the left.
The air was heavy with tension, you could not blame a man for panicking through all the rush and excitement he had to witness in one day. Bucky was about to hit his breaking point.
Everyone below, right then were just sitting ducks to the dangers coming from above.
Same was true to the team of wanderers. Crimson relayed the information he got from the kids outside and about the bombs in the base. At that point it was just one bad news after another.
"For now I told the kids go nearby shelter and inform the Handler but-"
"we're f*cked, aren't we?" Koul interrupted. Even though he knew about Plaguebeast beforehand, the bomb gave him another level of shock.
Usually Mr. Tyrin saw interrupting your superior as a hateful act, and would condemn Koul for speaking out of turn, but, for now, he could understand the feeling behind those words
And indeed they were fucked, pretty badly at that. A silence hung over the atmosphere, it became more tense each moment.
"I suppose you have a plan for this, Crimson." A female voice struck the silence. It was Mera, the Telepathy user.
Crimson wasn't used to being talked like that. And he always hated her irritating voice. Although he didn't have a reason to, he felt sour having her on his team. If not for her ability, he never would've recruited her.
"You certainly had something in mind when you told the kids to leave, did you not?"
'Damn, I hate her,' he thought. Her ability also meant he can't hide things from her. And normally, Mera would keep quiet about the things she sees because she knew Crimson hated her talking, if not for the fact she was seeing death at every turn.
She wanted to survive too.
"Yes, I do have something," Crimson replied. "But I wouldn't call it a plan".
Anything was better than no plan, they thought. But what they heard was...
"You see, The Nukes aren't the only thing I found there..."
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