《Roaming Demons》 Prologue 5 Weeks after the Knox Event Stanley was nothing special. He never was. And he wasn¡¯t supposed to be. Seeing how his life was before the end of the fucking world, it would be easy to completely miss him. He was an unemployed 24 year old who had recently been fired from Mcdonalds, and was still living with his parents after dropping out of college. Was heavily in debt, and was becoming an active alcoholic that was getting worse by the weeks. The only redeeming ¡°qualities¡± he had would be the simple fact he was heavily interested in history and just plainly addicted to video games. Heh. . . Maybe it really was his addiction to shooters that made him last this long, or maybe it was the mere human instinct to keep himself alive as much as possible. But all of that didn¡¯t matter anymore, As a heavily bandaged left arm was a clear indication on what happened, and what might happen next. As he sat down inside the interior of an FBI Mobile Command Center, his mind was in a state of complete void as everything around him became numb. It was even to a point that it drowned out the growls and groans of the contorted undead that was banging and clawing the momentary safe haven he was in. He felt. . . nothing, he didn¡¯t feel sick, he didn¡¯t cough out blood or anything, But at the same time, he didn¡¯t feel good. Far from good, because he already knew he was dying. And all because he made an easily avoidable mistake. If he had just fucking slept in this Vehicle instead of looking for a house in the middle of the night, he wouldn¡¯t have had an interaction with those skinny demonic looking motherfuckers. Maybe if he knew that his armor was complete bullshit against the bites of the undead then maybe he could¡¯ve convinced himself to stay in the fucking vehicle. But nooo. He justhadto choose comfort over logic, even at the end of fucking mankind he had to choose comfort instead of safety. And this is how he¡¯s gonna die, he¡¯s gonna die stranded in the middle of fucking nowhere within the boundaries of Texas, far from where he was used too, all in some vain fucking attempt to find some an outpost that survived. He was stupid enough to believe there was some secured safe haven as he should¡¯ve figured out by the beginning that everyone turned over the course of a fucking week that the chances of an outpost outside of Kentucky were down to shits to one. Stanley then felt a sudden discomfort in his left hand, his eyes narrowed as he lifted his gloved hand to look at it. He moved the fingers of his hand. Only the upper three responded well while the bottom two were, sluggish. He hastily removed the leathered glove and he froze. What he saw was what confirmed his greatest fear that he wished never had to come. His lower hand was pale white with some of the flesh looking like it was going to decay soon. As quickly as he took the glove off, he did as quickly when putting it back. His pupils had shrunk as he began to digest what was really to happen. No matter how much he tries to convince him with the false hope that it¡¯ll go away with some pill or that his immunity has worked against the airborne strain, that it¡¯ll surely work now. But. . . After seeing his left hand in the condition it was in just mere hours after being bitten, it just practically confirmed that he was dying, and it was coming in fast. His trembling right hand made contact as he slowly removed the gas mask as his expression was that of absolute terror as he gritted his teeth and his eyes began to water. He then loudly banged his head to the walls of the interior as this noise aggravated the undead outside even more than the banging was accompanied by the growls and scratches of those outside. Why. . . . Why. Why!? Why did he have to be the ¡°Lucky¡± few at the end of the world!? He was a complete nobody! A worthless scrap of scum in the face of the planet! He didn¡¯t contribute to the well being of society! He didn¡¯t serve this joke of a country! And he had always been a disappointment to his parents! Why. . . Just why. . . Tears began to pour out of his eye sockets as he wailed out loudly as his body shook as he covered his face with his gloved hands, he was most likely in such a state for a complete minute as he suddenly coughed out blood, and the blood was landed on the floor next to him and it both looked fresh and rotten at the same time. Stanley whimpered ever so slightly as he coughed a couple more times before he took a slow glance to his firearm that was firmly placed in his holster. The pistol was that of a Glock 17m, an FBI standard issue sidearm, a reliable handgun if his experience with the Glock was anything to by with these past weeks. But the main problem he always found with this gun was the goddamn noise it produced, of course, it didn¡¯t cause so much trouble, as these fuckers are sometimes blind and deaf, but also the same time very hearing sensitive and having eyes that of an eagle. But noise will no longer be an issue for Stanley Waltan. . He then moved his right hand towards the holster and grabbed a direct hold of the handle of the Glock, he then slowly pulled it out as he observed it. The dried specks of blood on the handle and firing point of the gun could retell all the close calls he had during his adventure during his time in the dead state. He clicked off the safety as he calmly but shakily pulled back the slide and slowly directed the gun toward his forehead. Stolen story; please report. His grip on the Glock 17 was that of hesitance and shaky as his fragile mind was beginning to doubt whether he should even do this. He was afraid, point blank. He wasn¡¯t afraid that he was going to die, he had made up his mind on that part. But he''s afraid of what is on the other side. He never considered himself to be a religious man, he never was into the concept of Christianity despite his parents being devoted Catholics. At the time there was simply no evidence in his mind to suggest that Heaven or Hell was even real in the first place. But seeing how the people had become when succumbing to this plague. Their distorted heads and limbs, their bodies becoming a color of gray full of decay, their mouths becoming larger, and becoming the user''s new face. And even horrific examples of them becoming less human were a bunch of naked undead whose bodies just became naked but without any specific features and their arms replaced with flesh tentacles. And even rare cases where they become either a floating creature or. . just a pile of flesh with mouths. . These factors alone were enough to become a Christian, one who believes there is a heaven or hell. And he was now hoping that. .His previous sins wouldn¡¯t place him into hell. That he¡¯ll get to see his parents and his older sister once more. .While there was nothing to support this. He placed his finger into the trigger of the now calm grip on the pistol as Stanley slowly closed his eyes as a single tear went down his face.. He was willing to take his chances with that small piece of hope. He pulled the trigger on the sidearm and a single bullet penetrated his head killing him instantly, his entire body went limp as blood began to pour out of the open wound in the head. His soul can finally see out of the hellish experience he had endured, he no longer has to feel fear anymore. The mind of Stanley Walton was now in internal peace.
As the day passed after the passing of Stanley Waltan, the damned creatures that attempted to get inside the Command Center soon lost their interest in the vehicle as no movement or sound was heard from inside the vehicle was enough to convince them to get them to wander off into the desolate streets of Beaumont in the hopes of looking a new prey. After the day passed into the middle of the night, something peculiar occurred as the Mobile Command Center began to shake violently, almost as if an earthquake had just occurred but was only affecting the vehicle as the alarms began to blur off. But as if the hand of god had entered the soil of the earth, a blast of light encompassed the entire street as the undead nearby in the street began to shuffle towards the newfound noise in the area. As they arrived on the rotting street, the only thing greeting them was mere disappointment as the undead wandered into the street without finding any fresh soul in sight. As quickly as they came, they slowly wandered off into the midst of the night. But one thing was missing from that street aside from the abandoned vehicles and bloodied street. A certain Vehicle pertaining to the FBI was missing as only a burning crater was left behind on its stead.
Reanna Myrtie was told that she was too curious for her own good. Whether it would be poking into her sister''s sacred belongings or randomly going into the same room where her relatives are having sex due to her hearing a ¡°Strange¡± sound in their room. Myrtie was always looked upon by these factors and it got to a point where her sister, Ericka, had accused her of trying to steal her husband when she barged into her room that afternoon. Annoyed and flustered by this accusation, she decided to run away until she showed her older sister that she could find a husband. And now cue to her walking through the forest in the middle of the night flustered and embarrassed as now she had to return home with nothing to show for her time and effort is out. Now she had to face her sister, possibly mocking directly to her face about her not finding a husband at the age she is in. As she was fuming at that eventual confrontation, something in the distance caught her attention as her eyes were now directed deep into the forest, there was light that momentarily emitted until it disappeared and it was immediately followed by parts of metal landing into the ground. Reanna looked at the part of the forest where the sound was made, she looked left and right to see if any other monster girl had taken notice, the only thing she heard from her ears was that of sounds from the trees. She took a glance at the night sky before smiling curiously, she knew it was dead late in the middle of the night, but it wouldn¡¯t hurt to find out what exactly caused that flashing light now would it? The werecat began her walk toward the suspected area of interest, the walk wasn¡¯t very eventful as she soon saw the. . Armored Home? The sight of the Armored building was utterly confusing as the sight of it looked weird, it looked tall and imposing even with its black and white color scheme, the top of it was completely white as it was placed with odd looking dishes as there was a point coming from the middle of it looking up above into the sky. She then saw something that made her completely unsettled. Blood. . There was blood all over the armored building, the blood looked both rotten as if it¡¯d been laying there for weeks while it looked redder as it was just a mere hours old, the windows in the front looked cracked to hell as the side windows were all broken, there were also scratches all over the building as some were small but other made dents. Confusion and fear ran all over the mind of Reanna as she saw this, one questioning what had happened to even occur in the first place. Did bandits attack this home and butchered the family living in it? But how did it even get here in the first pla- Then the metallic door in the side began to shake violently as low groans of pain were soon heard from inside. Initially confused at first at the sudden noise but she made the immediate conclusion that someone was inside of the home and were the ones to teleport out whatever situation they were in and the possibility of them being wounded was high. She immediately rushed to the door and examined it at any handle, after the assumption of finding one, she immediately pulled on it and to her relief the door opened and saw the occupant inside. She was greeted by a human male with its eyes being mushed from the inside out as a black void as its mouth was wide open revealing its sharp teeth. If she had any sense of danger she had put herself in, then she would have run as far away as possible when she first heard the horrid groans, but instead of that she was tackled into the ground as the armored man took a chunk of meat from her neck. The immediate reaction to this was absolute terror as she tried with all her might to pull herself away from the human monster but no matter how much strength she had put into the pull, the monster kept his grip on her as he took his next bite to his arm. With no other options, she screamed. She screamed for help, from anybody to rescue her from the grasp of the creature on her ground. She screamed for her family, for her sisters. But no one came. In the coming minutes, the screams soon died out in the forest and it was soon replaced by low and slow wet rips as the ripping of flesh continued all the way to the morning. Within that night, the life of Werecat Reanna Myrtie ceased to exist.
The living corpse looked around his surroundings as his pained moans escaped from his bloody mouth. Whatever memory that was stored from his mind didn¡¯t recognize where he was or how he got there, but that confusion was then soon removed as his urge to eat flesh increased. The body he had feasted on, while good, wasn¡¯t enough to linger down his desire for more. He began to wander away from the Mobile Command Center for its hopes of finding its next meal until he suddenly stopped in his tracks. For whatever reason the undead didn¡¯t feel. . safe? He didn¡¯t feel safe lingering out there without a certain object. The lingering memory was then fully realized as the undead then turned around and remembered something exact. He lingered across as he trembly went over the steps until he tripped and fell on the floor of the interior, as the undead was in the process of standing up, he saw it. His mask was near a pool of blood. As he crawled over, he pushed aside a sidearm as one of his bloodied gloved hands picked it up and he surveyed it closely before trying to put it on, it failed in the first initial attempts but he was finally able to place it in place, and kept it there. As the undead stood up, he took one look in the mirror as he saw how bloody his entire body was after feasting on the meat mere hours ago. The living figure didn¡¯t take any notice of this problem as he slowly stumbled out into the earth¡¯s soil and took a glance up at the sky. He then began to shamble out into the woods, permanently leaving behind his vehicle and the open headless corpse as he began his endeavor out into the unknown. Wandering By Hel was the Goddess of Life and Death. Something that she took massive pride in as her sacred duty to take of those who have entered the afterlife and ready to take the journey of being the undead with grand wonders. She could always sense the pride of whenever her Banshees are able to give a second chance to women who were quite unfortunate enough to succumb to their wounds or even other Mamanos whenever they die without being fulfilled, then her Banshees or herself would be there to help make it that they would enjoy their brand new lease on life. After all, she could always sense whenever a soul dies, whether it¡¯d be by an attack of a Hero from the Order or had severe injuries, she¡¯d always be on the clock for them to be transferred back into the living in a new look for them to enjoy. But something occurred last night while she slept, a soul had met its end, but unlike the others where she felt them being scared or confused, she couldn¡¯t really feel the newcomer at all, almost like she was here but she couldn¡¯t see her presence at all within hel. She had taken her time and effort into finding this lost soul, she tried multiple methods on finding her exact location, even to a point where she called her fellow Banshees to help her find the cold lost soul, but always came out with that soul not being found, and the more time she spent trying to find the soul, it started to feel like the soul didn¡¯t want to be found at all, almost as if the soul is too afraid and scared to even come out. With this in mind, she tried to come up with reasonable explanations as to why the soul is acting like this in the first place, as this is never a normal occurrence at all. Was it because she got rejected with someone she had loved since childbirth? Did their husband die? Or was it because she hurt someone she loved? She lost track of completely as she was still looking for that soul, something came up during the middle of the day, where one of her Banshees found. .something absolutely nightmarish to the point the Banshee sounded completely out of breath with her voice being so dry due to her crying for so long and how much she had cried. Initially confused on why the Banshee sounded so distraught and horrified upon calling for her presence, she almost immediately placed herself to where her weeping Banshee was and when she was in the vicinity of where the Banshee was, she simply pointed toward one direction and. Hel saw something that in her entire existence on living in this world that she ever saw something utterly horrible. What laid in front of her eyes was a corpse of a Merecat if the legs were any indication of what it used to be when she was alive. And Hel only knew this fact because her lower body looks completely untouched compared to her upper body. Anything that was upper of the body looks like it was forcibly torn and bitten off at the same time, her arms looked completely skeletal as it lost most of its skin and flesh, her chest was forcefully torn open that left her insides exposed for the sky to see. And the werecats head. . The Merecats head was torn off and what was left of it was completely unrecognizable. It appeared that whoever the attacker was, ripped the head off of the werecat and began to rip the contents of the head apart to a point where the head had multiple bones exposed, alongside most of its features gone. Including the brain itself, almost like it was scooped out and ripped the brain apart from the inside before removing chunks of it from the head. Hel herself felt sick to her stomach as she observed the corpse, to see a body in such a state was nothing short but absolute horror, she had tried to give herself any reason or anything as to why a person would do such a thing, but nothing came out, it just kept repeating itself. Who would do such a horrid thing to a benevolent Mamono. . ? And why would they do this. . ? ¡ª------------------------------------- Korbin knew the risks of being a farmer out in the open plains, as the risks of being captured and rapped by a Mamono, but the risk was more than worth it if the Order was paying more than triple than anyone that was buying from him. After all, he needed an effective way to provide for his wife and their two children, one being a newborn child. He calmly closed the door behind him after he received the charming good luck¡¯s kiss from his wife Debbi. He looked across the field for a complete minute as he saw the progress he had made so far within the two months he had been here with his wife. With a smile imprinted into his face, he walked forward with his hoe in his right hand as he went forward to the spot he made yesterday. Which he would¡¯ve had the time to finish had it not been for a Werecat that had been roaming around at dawn, and seeing how that Mamono hadn''t been spotted this morning, he had the fullest of hopes that the Chief God scared it off from it ever coming back near his farm and family again. And the fact he was doing this late in the afternoon was also something he really didn¡¯t want to happen, but it wasn¡¯t exactly his fault either. Somewhere close in the middle of the night, there was a sudden burst of light that had emitted from somewhere, and followed a few minutes after that. And by the chief god, was it the loudest and most blood curdling scream he had ever heard in his entire life. The scream lasted for about a minute before it subsided completely but it was loud enough for it to wake up the entire family in the house, then he and his wife had to deal with the baby crying and having to take care of it for the entire night which led to him waking up later than usual. Of course his wife was concerned about the scream that occurred in the middle of the night, but he dismissed her and stated that he had to finish his job or else he wouldn''t get paid, but. . it did make him question what the hell was the reason for. Whoever that was to, scream the way it did sound. Korbin simply shook his head, he just has to check the record for the next time a Group of Order Heros has to stay for the next couple days, and hopefully he would have his fears put into place now with the guaranteed protection of the order right above him to protect him and his family. The farmer then went forward and placed the hoe down and began to sweep the ground floor to prepare it, far in the distance was there a figure that was sluggishly making his way towards the unexpected farmer. One pertaining to that of a blood soaked corpse with its signatured gas mask. ¡ª------------------------------------- The distance that the corpse had walked would¡¯ve been considered ridiculous at most, and determinably stupid to some. But the desire of flesh was a phenomenon that would never go away and only increase in hunger should it not meet its demands, not that the corpse was against it, as he was all too willing to comply with its demands. It was quite an easy thing to find, as the building stood out within the landscape of pure emptiness as a spec of red within the valley of green. Almost as if the building was wishing to be found in the first place. It didn¡¯t know why the corpse had directed his approach to the structure, but something in his rotten memory was telling it to go toward the structure, almost as if it had found salvation. And there was a particular figure that made the description of salvation worthwhile as it did for the first time. There in the distance laid a being of intelligence roaming around an enclosed location as it looked down on the very soil below. The corpse had finally found someone that was walking and alive. And there was only another that fully awoke. Hunger The corpse was hungry, after hours of roaming and roaming around the grasslands after leaving the empty maze like endless forest, it had finally found its prey, something that was moving, something that was fresh, something that had meat inside, something that was edible, something that was ready to be feasted upon. Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there. It wasn¡¯t long before the corpse had reached the fence of the farm to which the next move was when making direct contact with the fence, its body moved inward and flopped over the fence with a loud thud as his body made contact with the grass as his eyes were concentrated on the man. As the corpse slowly rose up from the ground, the man seemed to have finally taken notice of him as the indication of his hoe being ready at the swing and him yelling at him in a tongue that the corpse no longer understood was anything to take by, meaning that this man was ready to defend himself at any cost, even despite being momentarily shocked being covered in the blood of his last victim. But the corpse didn¡¯t take any note of this defensive behavior in the slightest, nay. The only thing it saw was a moving pile of enclosed flesh, one that was prepared to be opened by the corpses'' very hands. The living corpses'' hands rose up as loudly growled as he tried to leach onto the man who had been surprised at the sudden movement and that when the farmer now took a swing at the corpses head to which the immediate response was its gas mask taken off by the hit. There were two mistakes that the farmer had just made at that very moment. The first mistake was that the swing was completely half ass, there was no complete doubt about it. The angle of the swing was just wrong for all tense and purposes, and the effort for the swing was done poorly as well. And the second, was that his actions were controlled entirely in fear. And while in hindsight the fear would be a motivating factor for someone to fight. That would be the case if the enemy was normal in any normal sense. Because the simple look on the corpse''s eyes was enough for the farmer to panic completely as the farmer dropped his only form of defense as his hanks shook violently from simply viewing the man''s mushed black holes that are supposed to be occupying in the place of the eyes as the creature looked at him hungrily them the corpse took the opportunity to lunge itself at the scared farmer. To which the farmer in response turned around and attempted escape and only got one foot in when his right leg was grabbed firmly by two gloved hands as he fell straight forward into the ground. The living creature had pulled onto the mans leg and before the man could even kick or yell for yelp, there was a loud tear as the teeth of the corpse sank into the man''s leg as the man gave out a loud yell of pain as began to kick the corpse off of his leg only for the corpse to not even acknowledge the kicks as he kept continuing his feast on the man''s leg as blood began to sprout out with each being more and more as the corpse bit on. The mind of the corpse would¡¯ve been considered blank on that very moment as the priority focus was on the meat that it didn¡¯t even acknowledge the sound of a pair of footsteps frantically going in and trying to help his prey escape, so his gripped was attempted to hold on a firm grip but was hit with what was sounded to be a shovel which knocked his head to the side where his teeth was no longer in the fresh meat. As the Corpse looked up, it saw that there was a second pair of meat dragging his first victim away as it warped their arms around their victim and began to walk away from being eaten like it deserved to be, Not wasting any time it had, the corpse began to crawl towards them as it groaned in what it can be describe in absolute anger, the second figure turned its blonde head and had a face of surprise, almost as if it hadn¡¯t expected the corpse to be already giving chase after a heavy hit, but it did give her more strength to move the corpses prey farther away as they closed on the steps of the porch as the corpse ever so slightly neared itself. By the time the corpse had reached the front steps, it heard a loud sound as the door was promptly shut with the blood of his bleeding victim under it, the corpse then slowly stood up as he approached the door dragging its feet up the steps. The bloody figure looked at the door for a split second before it began to bash through the door in an attempt to break it, any other noise was nothing to the living corpse, he kept bashing and bashing a?????s????? ????c????r???a????c????k???s???? ????b????e?????g???a???n????? ?????t????o???? ????f????o???r???m??? ????o????n???? ????t?????h???e???? ????d?????o????o???r???? before Stanley eventually took a quick breather as he dropped the hatchet to the ground before leaning on the wooden structure. He closed his eyes momentarily before going through his bag and pulling out a water bottle and drinking it all the way until the water bottle was now empty and he promptly placed the empty bottle in his backpack before kneeling down and picking up the hatchet before taking one last look at the wooden door. One more hit and he might be able to access inside and open it from the inside. He swung his hatchet one last time as the cut in the door''s center was now big enough for his arm to fit right through and remove the lock. He looked at the hole before putting the hatchet in his fixed belt before waiting for a minute for one of those demon looking motherfuckers to show up. And hearing that there wasn¡¯t an ounce of movement, Stanley took a breather and put arm through the crack and turned the key on the door handle off before retracting his arm and placed his hand on the door handle before opening it slowly. As the light filled the dark void of the empty farm house, did he finally take off his flashlight and beamed across the darkened living room and kitchen. He took a step inside looking at his surroundings before walking toward the kitchen with extreme caution as the wood floor painfully squeaked with each step he took. As he reached the cabinets of the kitchen, Stanley took notice of the untouched cabinets and gardening hoe that was hanging on the wall and saw the counter. He was about to get his backpack from his back so he could lay it on the counter until he just realized there was a window near the door he just ripped a hole in to get inside. . . . . . . . . . Why wasn¡¯t that there before? He could¡¯ve sworn that window was not there before, like he could¡¯ve sworn to fucking god the window wasn¡¯t there before until just now. Stanley promptly removed his gas mask as he his gloved mask went across his face as to make some proper sense to the situation, like was his vision fucking with him to some compacity? Was it because he hadn¡¯t fucking eaten for some fucking time? Or. . Was it because of the bite? He looked at his left arm as his eyes narrowed across the bandaged arm as his right hand went across the surface of the bandage to see if he felt pain or anything. While the arm didn¡¯t feel sore it hurt in any sense, he as well felt something was wrong, just something. Hell he was now tempted to just remove the goddamn bandage to truly see how bad it was, or how it already healed itself at this point. But he wasn¡¯t quite sure if he wanted to. But Stanley wasn¡¯t able to check his condition, not because he chickened out in last thought, but due to the sound of a low but inhuman groan right behind his back. Moving to the side quickly, the infected slammed itself on the counter disorienting it for just a little bit for Stanley to quickly pull out his hatchet and took a quick and uncalculated swing to the head but not killing it. As the zombie-like being tried to grab him in its dizzy state only to be met with the same hatchet but ledged onto the now dead corpse''s forehead as it fell onto its back as blood splattered onto the floor below. But Stanley didn¡¯t have time to recover from that interaction either because the moment he placed his hands on his knees to take a quick breather did he notice from the corner of his eye, a fucking skinny ass lady running towards him with their arms up to grab him. Taking a spin and quick thinking, he grabbed the hoe that was hanging and when the women closed the distance did he take the hardest swing he could muster to which the sharp edge of the hoe made contact with the side of the demons head, the lodged in deep than he had expected as he moved to the side as the corpse feel to where he was a second ago. He looked at the two pairs of corpses for a couple seconds before eventually crouching down and placing his handy hand onto the hatchet stuck on the farmer''s head before yanking it out with blood dripping out of the hatchet. Not wanting to risk the fuckers to stand up once more and possibly mutant even worse, Stanley aligned his sharp weapon on the farmers neck before he began to hack onto the corpses neck multiple times as each swing loosen the noose on the mans neck before eventually on the 8th swing did the corpses head finally come separated from the main body. It was fucking disgusting as scent of decay entered his nostrils as Stanley felt like he wanted to barf but kept it in, don¡¯t get him wrong, he felt strong distaste doing this deplorable act, but should whatever reason he decides to come back to this farm, he would rather not face any surprises upon his return. His steps neared that of the dead skinny lady, and when taking a closer inspection of the corpse much to his disgust, it looked like the skin was slowly being torn off and growing weaker by the day. And then there was a sight that made his head lower. Her face was that of complete fear, almost the same one of her mother had when he had to put her down. There was always a part of him that always believed, no matter how much he didn¡¯t want to think about it, that there was always a shred of the human consciousness still left in the bodies, even when they weren¡¯t in control. Stanley always held this belief when his mother had that exact look on her face, just the amount of fear her moms eyes had when trying to bite him was just a confirmation. As it was his method of coping when killing the infected. That he isn¡¯t killing human beings, but he is freeing them from their own bodies. Or. . .He at least hopes so. Stanley aligned the hatchet on the dead women neck as carefully as he could a???n????d???? ?????yanked the head of the wounded screaming prey as it tried with all its might to remove the corpses grasp as she screamed in its tongue but then with a sudden rip as the head popped off as easy as it always was. The corpse then began to feast on the newfound meal, taking apart the head bits by bits as it entered his sharp mouth and into its stomach. Time was frozen to the living corpse as his mouth was dug in too deep as its hands always pulled out new meat until it eventually went stale and tossed the head to the side as the corpses head turned toward his original prey who now lay dead on the wooden floor with a deep bites on the preys torso and head. As the corpse crawled itself to the stale but still edible meat. The sudden sound of footsteps and glass breaking could be heard inside of the house. The corpse stood up sluggishly as it began to track the source of the sound it had heard. His legs dragged itself across the wooden floor as its wood before it crept with each heavy step nearing the door it had heard the sound, its mouth was agape as it was now in front of the door it had heard the sound and was about to bang on the door to force it down until a certain wheel caught its eye. The wheel was a doorknob, something that he wasn¡¯t sure what it was. But. . . Just like how he couldn¡¯t leave the Forest without his Gas Mask, a lingered thought had entered the hungered mind, a thought that compelled his right hand to shakily move to perfectly align his hand on the doorknob before he pulled it down making the door slightly open and with that opening, the living corpse barged inside to see. . A completely empty room that was devoid of any life whatsoever. The corpse looked around slowly as its eyes tracked the room slightly until it had caught its sights on the opening of a broken window. The corpse dragged itself toward the broken opening as he stood mere inches away from the broken glass. It stood there as its eyes saw a torn up shoe on the ground, as he directed his eyes to the window to somehow make a connection, his ears were met with the sounds of the distant winds coming in the window, making him forget his train of thought as the far distant pair of footsteps and cries of a baby dissipated away from his earring. The corpse then turned and dragged its legs once more toward the last place he had seen his meal and he kneeled down on the corpse to observe the flesh that it had stored, while the meat is more than likely stale, the head was still intact, something that was about to change. While normally the corpse would simply start eating the head right there without any struggle. The corpse didn¡¯t start, as it kept looking at the dead prey''s neck. For whatever reason. The corpse wanted the head separated from the rest of the body. So just like what it did with its previous meal, the same thing would occur with this one. The corpse placed both its hands onto the head and began to pull on the head hard, hard to a point where unlike its previous victim, a couple of yanks was well enough for the head to pop out with blood spilling further out onto the floor. It then proceeded to sink its teeth onto the prey head as he did the almost exact same thing it did to the last prey, ripping the contents it had, the nutrients that It had encompassed within the oblong shape. long and dragging rips of flesh continued for what felt like an eternity to the walking corpse. As the time the living corpse had sluggishly dragged its legs to the steps of the front door, did it look into the sky once more as it saw it beginning to grow dark, signaling the amount of time the corpse took on feasting its meal. Before venturing out to grab its missing mask, he saw something on the front steps of the building. Something that consisted of a smooth but slightly bloodied flat blade within a wooden handle. As the Living Corpse went down as its hand went down toward the handle as it slowly gripped tight around the handle. The corpse looked at it with slight curiosity before taking its steps down dragging both its feet and the shovel with him as it made a quick stop on picking its gas mask with it failing on putting it on one time before getting it right. The Corpse took one last look at the house before it flopped over the fence once more before getting up as it dragged its legs and shovel across the grass as it wandered off once more into the dark sky. The Checkpoint 5 Weeks After the Knox Event, 2 weeks after Global Outbreak was declared. ¡°We have multiple contacts in the east of the Mississippi River, we are need of immediate air assistan-¡± ¡°Their breaching! I repeat! The infected are breaching the perim!-¡± ¡°Light those motherfuckers up!-¡± ¡°GET OFF ME! GET THE FUCK OFF ME-¡± ¡°There are multiple fires raging through the ci-¡± ¡°We are at full capacity! We can¡¯t take any mor- ¡°HELP, OH GOD HELP M-¡± The military grade radio was promptly shut off as the American Veteran stopped going through the military channels as he simply sat in his vehicle taking a deep breath as the raindrops hit the windshield. . . . . . . It was worse than he was led to believe. The veteran simply looked at his bloody hands before looking out from inside the car to see multiple corpses that he had to put down laying all over the highway as the rain was sweeping the blood away. Seeing the rain as a form of cleaning his hands from the filth, he slowly pressed a button on the car¡¯s side and the window began to go down before releasing his finger from the button and laid both his hands for the rain as it casted out the blood that remained on his hands and red blew out and was replaced with freshness of his skin. Now feeling that his wet hands were now clean from the recent bloodbath, he pressed the button for the car''s window to roll up again before he laid his hands firmly on the steering wheel as he looked at the clear path ahead. Barret David¡¯s tired eyes looked straight ahead to see if any creature decided to peek its form onto its sights in the vast empty road that laid ahead of him in his Ford Maverick. As his fingers tapped around the wheel, he looked back to his cup holder where his radio was completely shut off. David was tempted to use the radio once more to see how it was going. But just hearing what was happening in Saint Louis. . . . . . It was probably best to not check the radio from here on out. Seeing how there were no contacts in sight within the confinements of the road and seeing how there wasn¡¯t any kind of road block or some kind of crash for a long while, the veteran stepped onto the pedal. The Vehicle moved slowly forward as the tires went over the deceased as the sounds of bone crushing could be heard as the vehicle went over them, as the vehicle got out of the corpse and vehicle infested highway, veteran simply floored it as the truck was now picking up speed as it went down the quiet road. And the rest of the way was quiet, hell it could¡¯ve been said that it was calm in some distorted way if one were to ignore either the raging fires in the distances of towns or the crashed cars in the side of the road or in the road. But it was just that, calm. As the Veteran drove his vehicle down the road, he came to a stop when an intersection presented itself in front of him. The sign to the left indicated towards Saint Louis while the other. . well he wasn¡¯t sure as blood covered the sign with a torn corpse to the side of it. And while his mind was already straight on going to Saint Louis, he couldn''t. So he turned his wheel to the left and stepped on the gas once more as his vehicle drifted away from Saint Louis as the Veteran rode on. And so he drove. And drove. And drove. . And drove. . . And drove. . . . Until. . from the corner of David''s eye he spotted something he was eerily familiar with when he was in Iraq. A Military Checkpoint. One that looked completely abandoned, and knowing that there at least should be one soldier on guard, he already had a good guess on what happened. The veteran stopped his vehicle in an acceptable distance away from the checkpoint in order to not attract any inconveniences as the rain has already went through the area., he then turned back in his truck as he went through his only two ranged weapons: A USMC M40A1 Sniper Rifle and a M9 Pistol with a silencer attached to it. One didn¡¯t have bullets at all, while the other only had one and half mags left. Barret took a moment on what action he wanted to take, he could be wise and just turn around and not take any chances on the checkpoint with the scarce hope that there was someplace that followed the general direction, maybe a dirt road? He didn¡¯t see any on the road. Not that he could remember seeing any through the way. . Which meant taking the other logical route, Taking a deep breather, he opened the truck''s door and got out in the pouring rain. As the water hit his skin he turned around and shut the door behind him, he looked forward and simply drew out his combat knife as he slowly approached the checkpoint with him making sure not to make too much noise. As he approached the side of sandbags, he turned his head and it practically confirmed it straight to his face. There lay a dead soldier, but oddly enough. . there weren¡¯t any bites or scratches, no. Only his head was gone, or well gone in the sense that there were practically multiple hotels on the head, most likely a shotgun blast if anything. So there lay the possibility of the checkpoint getting raided by gangbangers or simply an extremely violent case of survivors. Not that he was concerned about. Well, they had guns which already was a concern itself but it just meant a quicker death than anything, probably better than being slowly torned from the insides. Seeing that the soldier still had it¡¯s M4 Carbine with him and seeing that the corpse wasn¡¯t going to use it anytime soon, The veteran placed his combat knife onto his belt and picked up the M4 rifle, he examined it if it was still in working condition and seeing that it was, he simply picked 1 extra mag from the dead soldier and moved onward into the checkpoint. He went through the first tent and. There were more bodies that belonged to the soldiers but. They were all in their beds with their necks slit open with their heads in deformed states of being ripped off or forcibly opened. Which. . didn¡¯t make any sense whatsoever, This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. These were soldiers, and while he already knew that no soldier was invincible or that was perfect in any sense. Them just dying in their sleep? And looking like they haven¡¯t even struggled or even woke up in any commotion was whatsoever? Something was wrong, and the feeling was already eating up his insides as his mind was war- no, begging to get the hell out of there, but he wasn¡¯t sure why his instincts were this god damn admitted but he only moved near the exit of the tent with the M4 now completely raised instead of being in a neutral stance. The veteran took a peek out of the tent and he saw two soldiers looking the other direction as they made small groans of pain or just making gurgling noises. Not wanting to make too much noise within the small checkpoint, he simply pulled the carbine his back as he pulled out his combat knife as slowly crouched down as he slowly made his way towards the two undead soldiers. One of the soldiers began to shuffle forwards as the other remained idle just making the Veterans job a bit more easier, the veteran went forward as he grabbed the zombie from its vest and pulled it towards his knife which made easy contact with the zombies head which immediately put it down as he removed the knife from the head as the corpse fell limp as it collapsed towards the ground with a loud thud, which caused the other undead soldier that had moved forward initially turned around with a low audibly growl as it¡¯s hand shakingly wend down sluggishly into its holster and it pulled out- Wait, it''s pulling out a-. . . . . SHIT David upon realizing what the undead soldier was going to do, he hastily threw the knife directly towards the corpses head which well, didn¡¯t do jack shit as it bounced of easily but it was enough to momentarily distract it just enough for the Veteran to pull out his own silenced sidearm only in to see the corpse already aiming its M18 at him. Both fired their sidearms at the exact same time. One was silent, the other was loud. One scraped the Veteran''s head while the other made direct contact with the corpse''s head causing the body to fall down. The veteran had placed his right hand over the scrapped wound as the ringing were hitting his ears loudly before finally being able to hear loud footsteps coming approaching from either the tents or stationary vehicles. Placing both of his hands on the M9 his eyes were directed towards the fast approaching footsteps as he spotted the undead corpse leaving a tent with it running towards him with its distorted jaw. Not wanting the thing to get any closer, the veteran placed two bullets into the undead¡¯s head causing it to drop into the ground as it convulse all over the ground giving him enough time to spot another runner sprinter coming from the side which was seen wearing a full set of riot gear, including one that covered the entire head. Knowing there was no chance in hell that his M9 was penetrating through that, he quickly returned the sidearm back into his holster following with him pulling the M4 Carbine from his back and taking quick aim and opening direct fire onto the armored zombie. While it was louder than he had liked, it was still worth the trouble as the zombie went down with its head being obliterated as the last shot came out of the M4 Carbine. David went to replace the magazine as the empty mag ejected from the Carbine and he went down into his pouch and pulled out a fresh magazine with him slowly looking around his surroundings to which he could now see the first runner almost desperately trying to crawl towards him. Calmly but cautiously, he walked up to the crawling corpse before making it meet the bottom of his boot as he smashed the rotting corpse''s head until it didn¡¯t move anymore. Taking quick breaths in and out, he then approached the rotting corpse that had his combat knife right under it. He sighed as he placed the rifle on his back as he moved the heavy corpse to the side as he grabbed the knife. He inspected the melee weapon for a bit before placing it back into his belt before the sounds of clicking had entered his eardrums, he was confused at first at the sudden sound before his eyes went completely wide upon the realization of what those sounds were. Turning around with his M9 quickly being unholstered and aimed at the direction where the source was located. The first thing he was able to see was a zombified soldier aiming a XM7 Assault Rifle at him and its finger kept pressing on the trigger, but the gun wouldn¡¯t fire whatsoever. Taking the immediate advantage of his situation he unloaded his sidearm directly towards the bloodied soldier to which while the helmet blocked some of the bullets, it still found the flesh and brain to an extent causing the soldier to fall flat into the ground. The Veteran''s sidearm was still trained toward the corpse before he eventually had his cool returned until he got up and walked up to the corpse with him taking a glimpse on the XM7. David wearily picked it up before as he inspected the weapon to see any courses of why it didn¡¯t fire, and he found out that the safety was still on. The Veteran simply stared at the weapon before dropping it onto the ground and walking into the other side of the checkpoint. As he reached the other side, he just saw a crossing preventing anyone from going through. So the only thing he did was to move it up and stick it up there before cautiously moving back into his truck. He opened the truck''s door and sat inside on the wet driver''s seat as he put on his seatbelt and his hands landed on the wheel. Within a few seconds his hands began to shake violently as it gripped tightly around the wheel as he slightly yelled as he punched the steering wheel a couple times before the veteran got around to taking deep breaths before he was no longer shaking. As he then placed the Carbine in the backseat of the truck alongside Mapping out the pathway of the checkpoint from the top of his head, he turned the key as the engine came to life. Barret took the time to carefully maneuver over the checkpoint in order to not get stuck or stay in the checkpoint any longer, he knew that the gunshots from the M4 Carbine would attract some stranglers, while not a herd per say, but it would attract some still. and the spot that this was in would be considered a hot spot so it was asking to be attacked, and while he could take the time to savage any ammo but he was already losing sleep as it is. As David was able to get through the other exit and down the road, The Veteran took a look at the Military Grade Radio once more. Taking a quick stop on the side of the road, he pulled it up once more and turned it on to only receive. .static? Confused, the Veteran began to change the channels on the radio only to receive static in each military channel. Irritation now began to break the stoic facade at the lack of communication despite it working a while ago, as he switch it one more time- W?????????E????????.??????????? ???????F???????O??????U???????N????????D???????.????? ????????Y???O??????????U??????.?????????? ???????? The Veteran could only freeze at the sudden distorted voice that spoke through the radio. That voice was not natural in the slightest as the voice began to speak in some language he couldn¡¯t understand but he suddenly felt panic increased as his hands began to shake violently as he also began to rapidly breath for no apparent reason. Looking at the radio as his vision began to blur in and out, he looked at the radio and he went and shut it off in a haste with both of his hands on the radio. Almost quickly did the panic flood his mind, did it also quickly dissipate back to the Veteran being more in control of his emotions once more. His eyes remained staring at the radio as he remained wide almost as if he was in momentary shock as he sat there his hands slightly shaking as his mind was trying to comprehend what just happened to him. It didn¡¯t take long for their message to become true. As almost in a split second, he heard what could be described as a loud set of footsteps that felt like it was a mixture of heavy gear and flesh. Then, his side window was smashed as an abomination-like creature tried to bite him. The abomination could only be explained as a creature that had no skin whatsoever and only had a skull as a head with its pale white eyes as it was extremely erratic. The first instinct that David did was to step the pedal in a vain attempt for the creature to get off only for it to grab onto him and try to pull him out of the now moving vehicle. His hands were no longer in the wheel as his hands tried to get the creature off of him by trying to push it off, it didn¡¯t help that the vehicle was now off the road as the bumps made his attempts of getting the creature more difficult than he wanted. The creature snarled at him as one of its skinless arms reached out and scratched on his exposed neck following with the attempt of pulling him out of the moving vehicle. David quickly pulled out his combat knife with his right hand and tried to stab the abomination in the head only to hear a crash with him suddenly shifting forward and everything going blank for the Veteran.
The living corpse was having a treat within the deep depths of the forest once more. A treat that was in the process of having its intenses ripped out one by one. The procedure of acquiring the meal wasn¡¯t too difficult for the living corpse. He was simply roaming endlessly in the forest looking for his next course of action, resulting in him being spotted by another prey wielding what could be described as a sharp weapon. And while the corpse was ever slightly confused on why a prey of all things was coming out its way to attack him, he didn¡¯t mind as it was going directly for his own bloody arms. To which was enough time for the living pile of moving flesh to realize that it had noticed his presence and not being amused or afraid to him as the living corpse attempt to grab ahold on the enclosed flesh only for it to be met with the flesh hitting him directly in the side of his neck and the sharp weapon being stuck there. As the prey attempted to yank the weapon out of its neck, the corpse used the opportunity to use the shovel it had on its hands to slam it onto the preys stomach to which with the force he had on the swing, the shovel was then stuck inside of the fleshes stomach for it to completely drop to the floor screaming in pain while the corpse began its feast on its prey on the floor with it immediately for the prized possession that was in the head. The eyes did not have a favorable taste, but it was still part of a good meal. And while the corpse was busy pulling out most of the intestine into its mouth. There was a flash of light that encompassed into the north of his direction, away from the trees of the long forest as it reached the corpses ears for it to momentarily stop eating when the sound of a horn was heard. The creature momentarily stood still hearing the direction of the horn until it moaned as the intestines in its mouth were ripped away from being connected to the pile of flesh as it moved to pick the shovel that was laying the ground until he heard movement in the bushes. Out came two piles of enclosed flesh that were wearing similar clothing to that of the living being he had just feasted upon. Both looked smug when they first saw him, most likely under the impression that they would most likely do the same thing like the last one. Except this time both living creatures recoiled back in utter fear and terror upon looking at what exactly they were looking at and what the state of the corpses previous prey looked like. Now having the corpses full attention, the sound was now in a complete abyss as it was now ignored with the now two fresh enclosed meat now within reaching distance. The two preys now fully seeing its face and appearance of the corpse took two feet back as they raised up their weapons of defense yelling out something that the corpse didn¡¯t understand. Not that it mattered. As far as the corpse was concerned. It was hungry.
Everything was red. The blaring sound of a car horn met the ear drums of the Veteran, his vision could only entail redness as he could barely feel his own body. The dizziness that was felt recourse throughout its own body as he felt that he couldn¡¯t even lift up his left arm, so in its stead was it¡¯s right arm as it shakishly moved himself up from the wheel stopping the horn altogether. The right hand was directed towards the truck''s handle as it pushed it open. David then unbuckled his seat belt and let himself fall into the grass below. The pain was unimaginable, he felt like every part of his body was killing him from the inside, but he needed to move. To move away from the danger. To get f??????o????o?????????d?????? And so the Veteran slowly got up from the ground and began to walk sluggishly. And He walked. And He walked. . And walked. . . W??????a??????l?????????k???????.????????? ???????.???? ????????.???? ?????.????? Rotten Minds L???a???? ???????l????????i??????????b???????????e???????????r??????????t?????????¨¦????????,????????? ????????????l???????????a???????? ???????????????f???????????¨º?????????t???????????e???????? ?????????s???????????a????????n????????????s?????????? ??????f?????????????i???????????n???????????????.?????????? ????????I??????????????l???????s????? ??????????s???????o?????????????n????????t????????????? ?????????t???????????o??????????u??????????t????????????? ??????????????c?????e??????????? ????q??????????u???????????e?????????? ??????????t?????????u???????????? ??????d????????????¨¦??????????s????????????i??????????r????e????????s????????- The distorted voice that was in the French GIGN consciousness, simply evaporated out of his mind as soon the taste of alcohol entered his mouth. The Frenchman simply drank the bottle of wine, taking every sip until it was completely empty. Upon the complete consumption of the bottle, he looked at it for a second before dropping it all down into the ground from his balcony. He looked down to see the slow growls and moans of the undead moving once more to the broken bottle while some ignored it while simply roaming around the deserted streets of Marseille. He took one look at the city one last time before sitting down at the balcony as his mind was blank as the strength of the alcohol took its course, he numbly stared at the dark night sky as the sound of the ocean waves in the distance almost made a peaceful scenery in the darken city. From the perspective of where he is in the balcony, it just seemed as if the city wasn¡¯t even attacked by the zombie plague as there weren¡¯t any fires raging around the city, nor any infrastructure or vehicles that were crashed from all about. it just seemed that the city residents were just fast asleep and ready to be awake the next morning. Of course. . that would look like that if it wasn¡¯t for the apparent blood all over the streets and building windows. What occurred in this city is what is considered a ¨¦pid¨¦mie Silencieuse. An infestation that happened so fast that there was virtually no time to even react as they were either eaten in their sleep or turned somehow out of nowhere, and to those who got their shit together and realized what was happening attempted escape. Only to be nothing more but cattle for the monsters down below. The screams of an unknowing victim made itself apparent as the sounds of their cries for help and mercy could be heard all over the quiet city. Which was enough for the ear sensitive creatures to snarl as they began to run or drag themselves over to the source of the sound while those with inherent bad hearing simply stood put while others simply ignored it all together. It was. .fascinating to some capacity. To see that while they were all the same thing. They all had something distinct from one another just enough to consider them different from the other. Whether they had superb hearing or not, either it was that they could run while others could only simply drag their feet. Or that some rare cases where the infected are able to remember exactly how to do day to day tasks. The click coming from the front door just reinforced that last point. As the infected person on the other side attempted multiple times to open the barricaded door without seeing how utterly pointless it was to even attempt to open the door. The frenchmen just wanted to just open that door and put a bullet into the infected head just for the noise to go away. But he knew better than making unwanted attention, lest he get the attention of the voices in his head once more. The GIGN shakily stood up from the balcony as he sluggishly walked inside of the empty apartment as he walked towards a ripped open cabinet, he placed his hand inside of the dark cabinet as he pulled out his 6th bottle of wine. He merely looked at it momentarily before walking back into the same spot as he opened it once more as the GIGN sat down. He never was a drinker when the world went to shit, never planned to be. But it was the only thing keeping himself from placing his P90 into his face, to forget about the current situation as much as he can. To force himself to believe that this was simply an isolated outbreak and nothing else. But no matter how much he drank, he would always see her face. Her mothers face. The face that no longer had that comfort feeling but instead that of tragedy of despair, putting lead into his mothers head to put her out of the suffering she had in her face. One of rage, confusion, horrified. He could never get it out. Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. C?????????????o???????????????r??????????????n????????????e?????????i?????????????l???????????l?????e?????????? ??????????G?????????a?????????¨¦????t?????????a???????????n??????? His body froze upon hearing his own name called by the entity that exists inside of his head. He couldn¡¯t move as he began to suddenly shake from within almost if his entire body felt cold all of a sudden as he felt a small drop of blood coming out of his eye as he lost muscle control over his body. P????????????????o???????u????????????r????????????q????????u????????????o??????????????i????????????? ????????????c???????????o??????????n?????????t???????i?????????????n????????u???????e????z????????????-??????????????v??????o???????????u?????????????s??????????????? ??????????¨¤??????????? ?????????¨¦????????c?????????????h????????????a????????????p?????????p??????e??????r??????????? ???????????¨¤??????????? ???????????l???????¡¯?????????i??????????n?????????¨¦?????v????????????i??????????????t??????a???????????????b????????????l??????????e????? ?????????????????????? ???????P???????????o?????????????u?????????r?????????q????????????u???????????o????????????i??????????????? ????c?????o????????????n??????????t?????????????i?????????????n????????u????????????e????????r??????????? ?????????l????????????e?????????s??????? ???????????p????????¨¦??????c????????????h?????¨¦???????????s????? ????????????q?????????u????????????e?????????? ???????????????v????????????o?????????????u??????????s????????? ??????????a?????????????v?????????e???????????z????????????? ????????????c?????????????????o?????????????m??????m????????????????i???????????s???????????????? ??????????????????? ??????????P???????????o??????????u????????????r?????????q??????????????u??????????o???????????????i??????? ???????r???????????¨¦???s???????????i????????s????????????????t??????????e?????????????r??????????????? ??????????????????? It won¡¯t leave him. It just wouldn¡¯t. Why wouldn¡¯t they just leave him alone? Why? WHY!? WHY WOULDN¡±T IT LEAVE HIM ALONE!? WHY CAN¡¯T IT SHUT UP. SHUT UP SHUT UP Shut up. Shut up. . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . Within one moment he was in the area of the balcony and then the other, he found himself in a place that was filled with nothing more than an absolute black void as he was there standing numbly. The GIGN was confused, terrified even as his mind was racing on what even made sense. Where was he? Where- "?????????????I??????????t???????????''??????????????s??????? ????????a??????????l?????????????l??? ??????????y?????????o??????u???????????r????????? ????????????f???????a?????????u???????l???????????t?????????????"??????????? The Frenchman finally felt he could move his body once more just as he was suddenly thrown into the ground by an unknown force into the dark solid ground. The GIGN had trouble getting back up as he slowly stood up and turned around in confusion before his eyes went wide in complete fear. Right behind him was what could be described as a manifestation of what his former was like. If they were nothing more than a monstrous perverted version of them in human form. One had its entire head deformed that some of its skin was breaking the helmet and mask, the second had more than eyes completely gone as it was replaced with the insides of its own skin alongside with it had its arms nothing more than giant tentacles, the third had to what it was described as a human corpse with nothing on its face but an open mouth and eyes on it¡¯s torn up chest. And the fourth one. Was nothing more than a corpse that had been eaten from top to bottom, its rib cage was wide open as the same as its stomach, the corpse''s arms and legs were nothing more than skeletals with whatever was left of its clothes. as its face was that of nothing like a human skull, he couldn¡¯t describe what it was. He simply couldn¡¯t. He then heard them speak towards him. "???????W???????????h????y???????????? ???????d???????i?????????d???????????? ????????????y????????????o??????u??????????? ?????l??????????e?????????????????a???????v?????????????e????????? ???????u???????????????s?????????????????????? ?????????W?????????????e?????? ?????????????n?????????????e??????????????e?????????????d???????????e????????????d?????? ????????????y????????????o??????u????r??????????? ?????????????h???????????e?????l????????p???????? ?????w???????????????h??????????e???????????n???????? ???????????i????????????????t????????? ?????????????????m?????????????????a??????????t??????t?????????????e????????????????r???????????e?????????d?????????????!???????? ????????????????B???????????u?????t???????? ???????????y????o???????????????u?????????????? ?????????????l???????e?????f??????t?????????? ???????????u???????s???????????? ??????t???????????o?????????? ?????????d?????i?????????e?????????!????????"????????????? Despite the figures not having any sort of expression in their faces, or not even from their god forbidden mouths. He heard the voice was all in a mixture of despair and anger, all directed at his cowardice actions back at Lyon. He wanted to defend his actions, try to explain to them something, anything. Not that he was given the chance. In a sudden rage, they all began to scream bloody murder at him. The scream of their distorted voices at such a high volume was enough to knock him back into the ground screaming in pain and anguish. He covered his ears with both of his hands in a vain attempt to quell down the noise as he felt his very own veins beginning to pop from the sound itself. The voices in response just got louder and angrier, the scream became screeches and the anger became splenetic. As more and more voices joined in its unrelenting yell. The GIGN wanted to do something. To save himself from this torture, he felt his entire body had something within him, his throat felt empty, his very insides felt like they were going to burst from the screeching alone. And then, there was silence. A quick silence just so the man could feel all the pain that there could possibly be in, the ringing of his ears, his eyes bleeding from within, and his entire body swollen. Just a pleasing aftermath for whatever sadistic creature could see to witness the suffering of a being. One sudden change in scenery occurred as there was a sudden pitch white light that engulfed him. He couldn¡¯t see what was happening, he couldn¡¯t feel anything. Yet the feeling of overwhelming dread was still present as he tried to grasp into any kind of sense. Then there was a snap.