Chapter 624: Packed

I turned around and went inside the elevator to check the insides of it and I instantly spotted the surveillance camera mounted on the corner. With that said I took a closer look around it.

It was stained with blood and bits of flesh but the only thing that stood out was the flooring. The surface was sticky and goopy in some places but once I scraped most of them off with my shoe, there seemed to be an imprint of some figure that stayed in the same position for far too long. Besides that, there were only a few dents in some places aside from the gaping hole the thing that came out made.

A few thoughts ran through my head and I pulled out my radio to contact Ken.

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"Dude. Are you around?"

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[What? Who's th-- Dude? What? I'm kinda--]

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"You're just waking up?"

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[What? No, I'm doing something really~ good--]

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"Stop fapping and--"

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[I'M NOT FAPPING YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!! I'm-- FUCK! Just… I'm doing something and it's-- I'll show it to you when you guys came back. Wait, why'd you call me again?]

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"Sure, sure. Can you pull up footage from the drives we brought back?"

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[Sure, which one?]

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"The elevator in this medical center."

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[Huh? Wait-- No way… You guys actually found something? Just a sec-- Lemme-- Hold up-- Dude! Stop fuċkɨnġ with me! Did you take a day off? Even with backup generators, those cameras wouldn't show shit from yesterday!]

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"It'll take too long to explain, dude. Just play it at the same exact day it happened."

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"Dude?"

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[...okay.]

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Ken took a few minutes to get to the right video but he relayed everything he saw on the radio.

What he told me was that when it hit, it started with the elevators filling up to capacity and getting overloaded until people were getting forcefully pushed out. It continued for a few more times until security and soldiers came to defend the place, but the number of people that turned almost immediately was just too much for them to handle.

The whole hospital got overrun with deadheads but the elevator in question had its last passenger before it stopped completely. The cameras were still rolling for a few more days but it just showed a person slowly losing its insanity while being trapped inside a metal box.

It was a large man slightly taller than the rest of us but even with his physique, he wasn't able to free himself.

Eventually, stress and everything else just took over his head and that person collapsed in the fetal position. The scene didn't change until the power went out and no one knew what exactly happened after.

However, looking at the state of the elevator right now, there was only one explanation.

I just imagined the same person in the fetal position staying in the same spot where he collapsed until he died. And stewing inside that elevator for months, it eventually stood up and turned into something that shouldn't be allowed to roam the streets. However, it's just so that something triggered inside of it once more that led it to morph into something that could rip apart metal doors like it was nothing.

Everyone who was close to me and was on the same frequency heard what Ken relayed over and we were silent for a while.

However, right as I blinked my eyes, the ceiling panels collapsed, and a huge hulking figure dropped right in front of the staircase. Its whole body was almost jet-black and it stood tall, even higher than our biggest member. Its arms were covered with severe lacerations and every part of its body seemed to be twitching like it was glitching in place.

Everyone else took a fraction of a second to react but its huge hand swiped horizontally and Kristoff's body folded at an impossible angle.

"KRISTOFF!!!" everyone roared.

He threw up a mouthful of blood and his insides spilled out the floor, but the huge figure picked him up and slammed him against the wall just to make sure. It created a loud disturbing thud as Kristoff's blood and insides painted the wall but it still wasn't satisfied. It slammed Kristoff a second time and his body was almost split into two. The smiley face that was on his ċhėst rig now had a shade of red and his cigars were soaked and broken into pieces.

Everyone was almost stunned in place but a few managed to pull the trigger.

Several bullets carved through its body and grazed its head, but even a headshot wasn't enough.

'What?!'

Its body trembled another time before it leaped for Tatiana and Natasha's direction.

Fear was plastered in their eyes but a huge fuċkɨnġ axe got swung violently and it sunk several inches deep into its ċhėst cavity. It staggered for a short moment but it snapped its head to Mikhail's direction before it swung its huge hand overhead.

The wind howled before it reached Mikhail's face but he managed to let go of his axe and escape death by rolling backward. However, the figure just trembled another time before its hand readjusted and twisted back to throw a backslap to Tatiana's face.

Things happened so quickly and Tatiana flew several feet in the air.

I breathed a sigh of relief because, at the last second, she managed to block with her Benelli M4 and she jumped to lessen the damage even more. However, her shotgun was still bent worse than Kristoff's spine, and pieces of it that protruded scratched her face. Her cheeks were bleeding and she wasn't able to get up.

And the same could be said for Natasha.

Everyone else shouted at her to move away but the continuous shock was just too much. All of them were trained soldiers but who could train them for this?

Another hand was about to swing down but Mikhail recovered and kicked the handle of his weapon that was still stuck on the figure's body. It was pushed back and made the angle of its swing deviate a few degrees, and it just managed to make Natasha's hair blew wildly. Tears were streaking down her face and Katya pulled her away at the opportune moment.

There was no telling how we were supposed to take down this motherfucker but we need to tear it down piece by piece.

Instead of trying to aim for its head, I started to aim for its lower body.

I was away from the melee much like the others because it would be difficult to face it with a lot of people, but I kept trying to send rounds whenever possible. However, I don't fuċkɨnġ know how it was taking shots to the head but doing something over and over while expecting a different result was the definition of insanity.

'Its skull could be a few inches thicker but its kneecaps wouldn't be the same… I hope.'

I aimed for its patellar bone and shot after shot when it stumbled earlier.

After several rounds, it tore through its flesh and ligaments before it hit and fractured the bones around its knees. In doing so, it staggered and limped in place and that opened a lot of fuċkɨnġ windows. We haven't taken it down but it wasn't able to move like it used to. However, no one was willing to make it so easy for it after all it has done.

Losing someone in the most unexpected way was one of the worst things that could happen.

Everyone else just formed a firing line and aimed at its joints. It tried to jump and leap for the closest one but all it could do was just wade around and wobble. When it wasn't able to move, everyone else put away their guns and pulled out their tools for close quarters. Sounds of metal tearing through flesh was the only thing that could be heard except for the low growl the figure tried to let out.

The huge hulking figure was just turned into a torso with its head still intact and the killing intent everyone was letting out could suffocate a normal person. Furthermore, the one letting it out the most was Artem because unlike me, he was forced to stay back because too much people were in the melee. He could only use his rifle at that time but those weren't working.

He stepped on the figure's body before pulling out Mikhail's axe and swung downward with both hands.

It took a nasty chunk of its bowels but we discovered something peculiar.

All of its insides were sticking so close to each other even if it wasn't supposed to but each part of its organs seemed to have a tumor that metastasized through anything that it could. Its insides were so packed together, we couldn't pull a single organ out even if we wanted to.

'Is that why Mikhail's axe didn't cleave it in half the first time?'

I was still deep in thought but Artem went ahead and beheaded the motherfucker by swinging down for as long as it was needed. But when he tried to chop its head in two, the axe was stuck one more and he had to swing down more forcefully. With that said, we discovered that its skull was twice as thick and it almost melded with parts of its brain.

Furthermore, its brain had a different texture and consistency as what a normal one should have.