Banned no. 7824969

Banned no. 7824969

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Blood, blood, blood everywhere! The room was literally coated with the sticky, dry stuff. Blood matted his body like the wet furs of an animal, constantly dripping down his slick hair, passed his face and down his body . . .

Curse this virus!

It had been a long night. And only the year long trainings allowed him to escape the monstrosity unleashed in the darkness. He reached for the slick wall to support himself and almost fell over from not being able to retain his balance. His chest heaved erratically. There has been nothing, nothing at all that could compare to this. His two knives clattered noiselessly on the slick ground, engulfed in a pool of blood, his two fangs that helped him survived the night.

He tried to think straight. “G-guu…”

He couldn’t even pronounce a word right. Clutching his stomach, he doubled over and vomited. The smell of corpse was intolerable. Even for a trained assassin like himself. His body burned with a ferocious intensity, coursing through his inner being as if he literally lived in hell, an undying flame burning within.

The night’s struggle had left him nearly topless, revealing a ‘VII’ branded right across his chest, not that it mattered anymore. He was lucky that he wasn’t stripped naked. Grabbing one of his knives, he swaggered towards the door like a drunkard in a drunken stupor. Only this had nothing to do with alcohol. Only this had everything to do with blood. The smell of it inflamed his nostrils. His left hand had almost been disabled due to the feral and berserk humans he had to deal with after the injections. His victory though, was meaningless, piles upon piles of bodies lay everywhere.

The survivors were not all been accounted for yet. His mind told him.

He gently leaned against the door, and tried to turn the slippery handle.

Even he had been infected. His once fine speech patterns now turned into jittery and uncontrollable stuttering. The virus must’ve destroyed most of his cranium that oversaw the area of speech. Odd that he didn’t suffer more. Like turning into these animals . . .

No. 7 shuddered. Soon he too would succumb to this fate. But not yet. He had to get out of this Golgotha. He stumbled out the door way and limped down the first hallway he saw, a hallway with a welcoming scent of death, the scent of human gut and walls lined with corpses, both fresh and old from the previous night, many of them were disfigured beyond recognition. Xorex knew full well that if he didn’t get out of here, his chances of survival would be next to zero.

The young man rounded another corner and was promptly met by resistance. Sliding across the hallway was all that saved him from a spiky end at the hands of a grinning idiot. After meeting his enemy, there was no way he would loose. Even in his weakened state. He moved like a wraith, dodging the stabs from the makeshift pike and made quick work of the survivor, removing the head from its owner’s body with ferocity unlike his own. For a second there, he imaged himself to be a powerful zodiac dragon. Then it was done. He hesitated as the limp body fell pass him onto the ground, splattering him with blood and contributing its own content to the gigantic blood bath. Xorex didn’t even notice what happened seconds before, he was trying to suppress the urge to mutilate the fresh corpse.

He fell to his knees, yet resisted the tears swelling in his eyes. All his life, he had never seen so much death. Wiping his face, he got up again and opened the exit he knew that was there. Only its openings were camouflaged by more of sticky content littered all around the floor. He knife broke as he tried to wedge open the door. But it opened a crack, enough for him to slip through. And survive.

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