Although Colin laughed it off, he was still concerned about the change. Would he look like a monster in the future? Will he go insane like that man? But he didn't know the answers to those questions but theirs one thing he knew. He must survive no matter what. And to do that he needed more information so he stared at the screen in front of his face. He stared at the information listed beside the system features.
[Fiend: A fiend is a corrupted human that has been infected with Demon miasma and thus had their physique changed.
Will to Live: You have fought against the corruption of the Demon Miasma and refused to become an unintelligent monster.
Regeneration: The wounds on your body will now passively heal themselves. ]
'That's...not as bad as I thought.' As I read the description of my fiend race I couldn't help but feel a bit relieved. I thought a fiend was some type of monster that had to kill people to survive but it seemed I was overthinking it. If only I had known what the future had in store.
Either way after I assessed my abilities, which were practically zero, I formulated a plan. Firstly I needed weapons, preferably ones that kill these creatures in one hit, so I decided to go to the police station. With a plan in mind I took the knife from the man's corpse and took a bag pack I found behind the counter. Walking down the desolate street I saw many cars and motorcycles on the road but decided against it due to not wanting to attract anymore undead thralls. On the way to the station I had to pass the only hospital in town and after a quick internal conversation I decided to go inside.
Walking into the hospital it was just as I expected.....deserted. Walking down the clean, white corridor I remember feeling cold which was odd because it was the middle of the day. Checking the rooms I didn't find anything as until I reached Disabled Ward. The corridor looked like something out of a horror movie and the flickering lights only made it worse. The corridor was filled with blood stains as corpses of patients were strewn everywhere with there limbs and organs all over the place. I remember suddenly feeling colder as clutched my knife even harder although I knew it wouldn't help much. Walking through the gruesome corridor I checked each room.
*Crunch*
*Crunch*
*Crunch*
I stopped and turned around. Inside an operating room I saw five doctors munching on something loudly. Black blood and innards filled the room and these 'doctors' didn't seem to mind as they continued to devour their prey.
Having seen enough I started backing away from the scene and then....
*Crush*
And then I knew I was fucked. And then I remember looking up only to see the red bloodlust crazed eyes of the 'doctors'. I remember the bulging black veins in their face, the blood dripping from their face and the pieces of flesh stuck between their teeth. I remember looking down and seeing the mangled, half eaten corpse lying on the ground. And then before my mind could even realize what was going on I ran as fast as I could as the blood crazed beasts after chased me.
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I ran as long as I could and eventually I was able to escape and hide. I knew I would eventually be discovered so I had to make the difficult choice of killing them before they could kill me. I decided that it was best I separate and kill them one by one and judging by their apparent lack of intelligence that shouldn't be too hard. Now the only problem I had is to find a way to kill them quickly and from experience stabbing them in the chest didn't work but hitting them in the head with a blunt object seemed to work so I wondered if stabbing them with a sharp one would work...I guess I was gonna find out. Searching the room I found three maybe four scalpels I don't really remember but I took them for extra protection. Walking out of my hiding place I searched for my hunters and it didn't take long for me to find one of them standing in the corridor. She was sniffing around as if trying to catch my scent but I doubted she could smell anything except rotting flesh. Thinking fast I took a coin from my pocket and braced myself for what I was about to do.