The deeper levels of this lab are different.
The air is colder here, heavier. The walls, once lined with flickering lights and rusted machines, are now slick with moisture, the metallic smell mingling with something else—something rotten. I move cautiously through the dim corridors, my footsteps soft, my senses on high alert. The deeper I go, the more oppressive the atmosphere becomes, like the very walls are watching, waiting.
There's a hum of energy here, something dark and primal, vibrating beneath the surface. I can feel it, pulsing in the shadows, as if the lab itself is alive, breathing in the darkness. The deeper I venture, the stronger the presence becomes. The creatures here aren't like the ones I've hunted before. I can sense it in the air, in the way the shadows seem to shift and move just out of sight.
I grip a piece of twisted metal I'd picked up earlier, my makeshift weapon resting heavy in my hand. It's crude, but effective. I've used it to break bones, to shatter skulls. Down here, in the deeper levels, I'll need it.
I push open a door and step into a wider corridor. It's darker here, the lights barely functioning, casting long, jagged shadows across the floor. The faint sound of dripping water echoes through the hall, but there's something else—a faint, guttural growl, low and menacing.
I stop, my body tensing. There's something nearby. Something waiting.
I take a cautious step forward, my eyes scanning the darkness. The growl grows louder, more distinct. And then I see them.
The creatures—fusions—emerge from the shadows, their bodies twisted and grotesque, barely recognizable as anything once human. Their limbs are elongated, bent at unnatural angles, their skin mottled with patches of fur and scales. Their faces are distorted, their eyes burning with a sickly yellow glow.
There are three of them. They move silently, their eyes locked on me, their bodies hunched low as they circle, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
I don't hesitate.
I lunge at the nearest one, swinging the metal bar with all the strength I can muster. It connects with the creature's skull with a sickening crack, but the creature barely flinches. It snarls, its jaws snapping inches from my face as I drive the bar into its side, feeling the bone give way under the force.
But it's not enough.
The second fusion leaps at me from behind, its claws raking across my back, tearing through flesh and muscle with ease. Pain explodes through me, my vision blurring as I stagger forward, struggling to keep my footing. I swing the bar wildly, connecting with something, but I don't know what.
The third one is on me in an instant, its claws sinking into my leg, dragging me to the ground. I hit the floor hard, my head slamming against the cold metal, and for a moment, the world goes dark. My body screams in pain, my muscles burning, my mind struggling to process the brutality of the attack.
I can feel their claws tearing into me, the hot sting of blood running down my back, my legs. The first fusion lunges again, its jaws closing around my arm, its teeth sinking deep into the muscle. I scream, the sound echoing through the empty corridor, but I don't stop.
I can't stop.
With a surge of adrenaline, I twist my body, using the metal bar to lever myself up. I slam it into the fusion's jaw, feeling its grip loosen. I shove it away and roll to my feet, blood dripping from my wounds, but my mind is clear.
The fight isn't over yet.
The second fusion charges, but this time I'm ready. I sidestep its attack, bringing the bar down on its head with all my strength. The creature stumbles, disoriented, and I take the opportunity to drive the bar through its chest, feeling the sickening squelch of flesh and bone as the creature collapses to the ground.
But the first fusion is back on me, its claws tearing at my side. I twist, slamming my fist into its face, but the pain is overwhelming now, blinding. My body is slowing down, the wounds too deep, the blood loss too much.
I feel the third fusion's claws dig into my neck, dragging me to the ground once more. I can't breathe. I can't think. The metal bar slips from my fingers, clattering uselessly to the floor.
This is it.
The thought barely has time to register before I act.
With a primal roar, I tear free from the creature's grip, my hands wrapping around its throat. I squeeze with everything I have left, feeling the bones crack beneath my fingers, feeling its life drain away as I crush its windpipe. The creature convulses, its claws still digging into my flesh, but I don't let go.
Not until it's dead.
I drop the body to the floor, gasping for breath, my hands slick with blood—both mine and the creatures'. The first fusion is still alive, but barely. It drags itself across the floor, its body broken, its movements slow and labored.
I don't give it the chance to recover.
I grab the metal bar and drive it into the creature's skull, ending its struggle with one final blow.
For a moment, the world is silent.
I stand there, breathing heavily, my body trembling from the effort. The adrenaline is wearing off now, and the pain is starting to take over. My back is on fire, the deep gashes left by the creatures' claws sending waves of agony through my body with every breath. My leg feels like it's been ripped apart, and my arm hangs useless at my side, the muscles torn and bleeding.
I collapse against the wall, my vision blurring as I try to steady myself. Blood pools beneath me, sticky and warm, and I know I don't have much time. The wounds are too severe. Even with my body's ability to heal, I can feel the cold creeping in, the weakness seeping into my bones.
*I'm dying*.
The thought sends a jolt of panic through me. I can't die here. Not like this. Not after everything. I need to move. I need to find food. I need to heal. But my body won't cooperate. My muscles refuse to respond, and the world around me tilts dangerously as I try to stand.
I need to eat.
It's the only way. The only thing that will keep me alive. The only thing that will give me the strength to survive.
As I consume the 3 fusions i still fell a deep sence of hunger i start to heal but it's not enough
*I need more*.
My vision darkens at the edges, and I slump back against the wall, gasping for breath. I'm running out of time. My body is shutting down. The wounds are too deep, too many. The blood loss is too much.
I close my eyes, the cold feeling stronger now, sinking into my bones, pulling me down into the darkness. I can feel my heart slowing, my breath becoming shallow, my limbs growing numb.
But I can't stop. I can't give up. I've come too far.
I open my eyes again, the dim light flickering overhead. I can hear something in the distance—a soft rustling, a faint movement. Something alive. Something I can kill.
Something I can *consume*.
I grit my teeth, forcing myself to stand. Every muscle in my body screams in protest, but I push through the pain. I have to. I can't die here. Not yet. Not now.
I take a step forward, my vision swimming, the world tilting dangerously. My leg buckles beneath me, and I collapse to the floor, gasping for breath.
But I don't stop.
I crawl forward, my hands slick with blood, my fingers digging into the cold metal floor. The sound of movement grows louder now, closer. I can hear it—hear *them*—in the shadows, waiting.
I'll find them.
And I'll kill them.
I drag myself forward, each movement a battle against the pain tearing through my body. My vision is still hazy, the world a shifting blur of dark shadows and cold metal. But the sound grows louder—a faint rustling, like something struggling for its last breaths.
The corridor opens up into a larger room, the stale air thick with the scent of blood and decay. The dim, flickering lights reveal a scene of carnage: bodies are strewn across the floor—creatures of all shapes and sizes, their twisted forms barely clinging to life. Some are missing limbs, their fur and scales matted with blood; others are barely breathing, their bodies twitching weakly.
They're everywhere.
It looks like a battlefield, the aftermath of a massacre, and in the dim recesses of my mind, I realize this must have been the work of the fusions I fought. These creatures were left here, tossed aside, unwanted, left to bleed out and die.
And now they're here for me.
My hands tremble as I crawl toward the nearest body, the pain in my side intensifying with each movement. I know I'm running out of time. My strength is fading, and every heartbeat feels weaker than the last. But as I reach the creature, a flicker of hope surges through me. I can smell its blood, warm and fresh, and feel the faint pulse of life still clinging to its broken form.
I don't hesitate.
I sink my teeth into its flesh, tearing into it with an urgency I haven't felt before. The taste is metallic, bitter, but I don't care. The moment the blood hits my tongue, I feel the familiar surge of energy flooding my veins, dulling the pain, numbing the ache in my limbs. I devour the creature, consuming every last bit, leaving nothing behind.
And then I move to the next one.
One by one, I tear through the creatures, my hands slick with blood, my mouth filled with the taste of flesh. Each bite fuels me, each torn muscle and broken bone adding to my strength. The wounds on my back, my side, my leg—they begin to heal, the flesh knitting itself together faster than before. My body absorbs the power from each creature, repairing the damage, making me whole again.
As I consume the last of the dying monsters, I feel a surge of strength unlike anything I've felt before. It's overwhelming, a raw, primal force that courses through me, flooding every muscle, every bone, every nerve. The pain fades, replaced by a sense of invincibility, a certainty that I can survive anything this place throws at me.
I stand, my body no longer trembling, my wounds little more than faint scars. My hands, still covered in blood, no longer shake. I flex my fingers, feeling the newfound strength in them, the power that hums beneath my skin, ready to be unleashed.
The hunger still lingers, but it's different now. It's not the desperate, gnawing emptiness that drove me before. It's a controlled hunger, a focused desire for power. I've learned to harness it, to use it to fuel me, to drive me forward.
I glance around the room, my gaze sweeping over the lifeless bodies strewn across the floor. They were nothing but fuel for me, sacrifices in my pursuit of survival. I feel no pity for them, no remorse. They're just obstacles—challenges to overcome, pieces of a larger puzzle.
And I've conquered them all.
I wipe the blood from my mouth, my breathing steady, my mind sharp. The power coursing through me is intoxicating, and I realize that I'm not just surviving anymore. I'm thriving. Each fight, each kill, each bite of flesh—it all brings me closer to becoming something beyond human. Something unstoppable.
I step over the bodies, moving toward the exit, my movements smooth and controlled. The darkness of the deeper levels no longer feels oppressive. It feels like home, a place where I can hunt, grow, evolve.
I leave the room behind, the blood on my hands drying, a faint reminder of the creatures I've consumed. My senses are heightened, my reflexes sharp. I can hear every sound, every creak of the walls, every distant hum of the lab's machinery.
The creatures that once terrified me are nothing but prey now. The humans who hunted me are obstacles to be overcome. And I'll destroy anything that stands in my way.
As I move deeper into the lab, I feel a renewed sense of purpose, a certainty that I'm on the path to something greater. The lab may be a prison, a place designed to break me, to strip me of my humanity, but I'll use it to my advantage. I'll use it to my advantage I'll take everything it has to offer, every creature, every challenge, every shred of power.
And when i finally escape I will be something the world has never seen.