R18 scenes in later chapters.)
"Would you like to make clones out of them?"
'Huh?'
I froze in place, dumbfounded and confused. I asked myself in the soothing silence followed the intense fight that took place.
'What the fuck?'
'Would you like to make clones out of these dead bodies?'
'Who is it and what did you mean by that?'
'Three full dead bodies were detected. Would you like to make clones out of them?'
The mechanical voice was repeating inside my head without replying to my questions. What is this voice inside my head and what did it meant by clones, have I finally gone crazy? Were the thoughts inside my head. After noticing the unresponsiveness from the strange voice, I said yes from my mind.
After a couple seconds of silence, the bodies of the dead 3 guys started to lighten up, bright white light enveloping their bodies in a hurried manner. I stared at the bizarre scene with my eyes wide open as even more confusion filled my heart. Suddenly the three dying figures stood up with white light still covering their bodies. I took a step back as the brightness started to diminish, I gripped the metal bat in my hands tightly.
Seconds, which felt like hours passed, the white radiance vanished, revealing three people standing in the places where the bodies were. These people wore military uniforms and black masks. Their whole body was covered, they wore black gloves and boots as well.
"Who the fuck are you?"
I raised my voice to the three Infront of me, with the metal bad in my hand. The three started to walk toward me in an orderly manner. I threatened again,
"Hey back up bitch, are you the clones this voice mentioned?"
I asked amidst the tension in the air. The three didn't respond and closed in on me, I was just about bashing the front guy's head in when the three saluted to me and said in unison.
"Sir, nice to meet you sir."
I looked at the scene dumb found; I was not expecting them to do that. After sensing no hostility from the three I went toward the man in the front and removed his mask.
Holy shit'
This guy had the exact same face as me, everything was the same. I felt like I was dreaming but I was not. Then after a couple seconds of pondering I got the gist of what's happening here.
'So, this sphere or whatever it is can make my clones out of dead people, and they look like they respect me too.'
This guess was so bizarre and illogical but that was kind of what's happening here right now. I calmed myself and spoke toward the three clones saluting in front of me.
"At ease. Who are you?"
Soldiers replied without the slightest hesitation.
"Sir we are the clones created by the projectlondon7."
I was shocked by the long name and the city on the name.
"You said London? this is America."
"Sir the project London was first agreed on British land, the object that used to create us the 7th object. That's why it is called projectlondon7."
'Project London…. Probably some project that they came up amidst the war.'
"What is projectlondon?"
"I don't have Exact information about the project."
I thought about the questions I need answers for.
"Do you know the reason you acted like that when you first met me? Were you guys Zombies?"
"We don't know anything about the nature of the creatures before or the origin, but they do act similar to zombies shown in movies, just like you thought?"
I flinches when I heard the last 2 words.
"I thought? You can hear what I think?"
"No sir, we know the memories that you processed until the moment you created us."
"…. Everything up until then?"
"Yes, sir everything."
"Fuck…Anyway we have to get out here…Follow me."
uck…Anyway we have to get out here…Follow me."
I said as I dismissed the endless conversation and turned around toward the entrance. I pulled open the door, as I was tightly holding the metal bat from my free arm.
The scene I was introduced was even more gruesome than my slaughter earlier before. Right Infront of me was a man and a woman holding each other's arms, laying on the floor with their intestines falling out from a huge grotesque wound in their stomach. Both of their wounds were bloody and wide like, someone scooped out the insides with their bare hands. The narrow hallway was filled with dead people who had severe wounds on their body, arms, legs and faces. Some people have even fallen from the highest floor of the 3rd-story school building that he was currently in.
He stepped over the two bodies Infront of him out of respect for not abandoning each other even in death, even though he wouldn't have done it. He stepped onto the narrow hallway with the three clones following him. Even though he first thought he was alone in this lone hallway with no soul to disturb him, he was utterly wrong.
Infront of him, at the end of hallway, near the stairs were 5 people. 2 of them were tearing flesh from a nearby body and eating them. Other 3 were trying to destroy a desk/chair barricade on the stairs that separated the 3rd floor from 2nd floor. With a deep red colored painted on their chin, sharp pointy teeth biting the human flesh into smaller bits, with red colored pupils, they looked menacing.
'I was right, these fuckers are zombies.'
2 of my bodyguards got in front of me and took out 2 pistols from the holsters on their waist. They aimed at the 2 eating and pulled the triggers simultaneously; the bullets ran through the air with a bang. Both bullets hit them in the head, making their heads fall into the bloody remains they were eating.
As soon as the shots were fired the three zombies near the stairs turned around, 2 were fast while the others were slow. 2 fast ones shrieked with a terrifying sound and started running toward them while the slow one walked. Two clones simply aimed at charging 2 and fired again. One bullet hit the right one in forehead immediately killing it while the other got shot in the leg. It to stumble right Infront of the clone who has shot it.
With a couple of shattered teeth and bloody forehead, it looked up toward the one who shot him. What it saw wasn't the person but the barrel of the gun he was wielding-bang-It died. The only one left after the show was the zombie who walked instead of running. Clone to the right simply took aim again at its head and killed it.
I was astonished, this was the first time I have seen a close-up gunfight, and it was exciting. I looked at the dark Glock 19, clone was holding with curiosity and greediness. Suddenly a soft female voice heard from the classroom to the right side of us.
"Hello, is anybody there? Help!"