109 Black Carnage

Piu... Piu... Piu...

"Three hostiles down! The corridor is cleared... Let's move inside."

"Roger that!"

The 5-men blue team consisted of all trained fighters, went into the storage room in the basement of Randall Corporation office buildings. When they opened the door, they were shocked by what's in front of them.

"What the hell happened here!"

"Gosh, it stinks!!"

"Mike, focus on the front. Clear the room!"

"Turn on the torch!"

The room was dark but, with the light coming from outside the door and the torch attached on their M16 assault rifles, they could somehow see what's inside the room.

What seemed to be a storage room which was about the size of two basketball courts had turned into a swamp like room. The floor was wet with black roots covering almost all the ground up to the walls and ceiling...

"What the fuxx is this thing... It's so slimy..."

The center of the room was filled with rows of storage cabinets. The five men decided to separate in two teams. Slo took the right with two men, Mike with the last to the left... With fingers ready on the trigger, they moved slowly passing through rows of cabinets.

"It's supposed to be in this section... Let's search."

"Got it... This cube's labeled as energy cells."

"Ok, that must be it. Grab all you can and put it into that box. Let's hurry, this room gives me the creeps."

A short time later Slo's communication device made a sound. It's Mike on the other side of the room.

"I found something here as well."

"What is it?"

"I don't know sir... I can't explain... But I think you should see it."

"Ok, you two pack in here and quickly move the stuff outside the room."

Slo noticed the direction he's going, the closer he got to his destination, the size of the roots got bigger... When he reached Mike's position he saw his two men freeze up in front of a thing that looked like a huge cocoon-like tree that stuck into the corner of the room... All the roots surrounded the area originated from this... Whatever this is...

"..."

"What the fuxx is this?"

"This can't possibly be one of the experiments done by the corporation right?"

"What should we do with it, sir?"

One of the men moved closer to the thing and tried to touch it...

"I think... It's moving... I can hear something..."

RRRR.....RRRR...

"I don't like it... Get away from that thing..."

When the men turned around watching Slo, suddenly something thrust out from the cocoon...

"WATCH OUTTT!!!"

SPLAAATT!!

It was an arm as big as a tree trunk. Its palm and five fingers huge enough to fully grab the poor man.

The man tried hard with their peak stage Mortal Realm strength to force himself out of the monstrous grasp. But it didn't budge at all and only squeezed him harder...

AARRRGGGHHHH!!

From within the cocoon, a figure slowly moved out. It's a humanoid with two arms and two feet, the abomination started standing with its head almost hitting the 5-meter ceiling. Three meters broad shoulders and arms as long as two meters with knife-like claws. Muscles bulging in all part of its pitch black skin.

The abomination stared at the prey in his hand, and slowly opened its mouth wide open... Dozens of long sharps teeth and a long snake-like tongue...

SSSRRRRR...

"NOOO!!!"

Piuuu!! Piuuu!! Piuuu!!

Slo took three shots from his handgun to the monsters head, but not only did it not hurt it... It didn't even care, as if it didn't feel a thing.

The monster continued with its feast...

SPLAAATTT!!!...

The monster took a big bite and the whole head was gone. Blood splashed everywhere...

KRIUUKK... KRIUUKKK

It even slowly chews it... Blood was dripping out of its mouth.

PUH!

It spits the remains to the side as if it was no longer amused by it.

The gore and horrific scene made Mike who was freezing at the sideline threw up... And he suddenly realized something fast moving right at him...

"MIKE RUNN!!"

Tratatataata Tratatatatatat

Slo decided to switch his handgun with the M16 assault rifle load with the high caliber 7.62 magazines. Several bullets hit the monster's sides, but it still didn't affect it or even hinder it at all.

BAAMMM!!!

Mike used his peak stage strength trying to dodge full speed, but still got partially hit by the monster. It threw him a few meters and he hit the central cabinets

"RUNN MIKE CALL FOR BACKUP!"

With his whole body hurting, Mike collected all his strength to stand up and run back... That's the last thing he saw of Slo. Before he heard a loud noise.

KABOOOMMM!!!

On the other side of the basement, Winter and the White Team heard the loud noise.

"It's close, it must be the blue team."

"White calling Blue... Roger"

"Whi- White Come Help!!"

"Mike is that you? Calm down, what's the status. Roger!"

"Mike!! Mike!!"

No sound came from the communication device. "What's your order, LT?"

"Let's double back to Blue Team's position, weapons hot."

"Roger that LT."

"Gold Team come in."

"Yes LT."

"With the loud noises, I think the party will start soon. Be ready."

"Roger That."

The gold team who guarding the perimeter gathered in front of the building preparing for any incoming zombies. The White Team, Winter, Red, and three others were running full speed to the BlueTeam. Halfway through, they heard something that made them stop.

"Halt!! You guys heard that?"

Thud..!Thud..!Thud..!

"What the fuxx is that sound?"

The sound only got louder. Whatever was making that sound was coming closer.

THUD..!THUD..! THUD..!

"Hold your fire!! That's our boys!"

Two men holding boxes were seen running approaching their position. Another person was seen running a few meters behind them. It's Mike!

"Ok, it seems they are alright."

Just before the group wanted to make a joke about the funny way Mike ran, suddenly their faces turned pale seeing what's coming behind him.

"What the fuxx!!!"

"Open fire!!!!!!"

Tratatatatatata Tratatatatatat

Seeing how all the assault rifle bullets got bounced back. Winter decisively gave an order.

"Red!! RPG!!"

"Roger that!!"

BAAAMMM!!ShhhhhhhKABOOOOMMM!!

A direct hit to the black monster's neck... The explosion blew the surrounding walls into rubble.

"RELOAD!! SHOOT another one!!"

BAAAMMM!!ShhhhhhhKABOOOOMMM!!

An experienced fighter tends to have good battle instinct. His instinct said it's far from over. But even before the smoke dissipated, what he feared turned real, the huge black monster walked out of the explosion unhurt.

The monster appeared to no longer be running... It has seen its pray running towards another 5 fighters… this monster different from any other zombies seems to have some kind of intelligence.

While the monster was still undecided of any task, Winter ordered the 8 soldiers into formation.

"Reload and use the piercing cartridges!!"

This group of men was really fully equipped to go to war.. James Randall seems to have prepared them thoroughly.

It took a few seconds and the group had managed to take a defensive position. Suddenly an object dropped to the floor right in front of them. It bounced a few time like a ball before it stopped.

The group was able to recognize the object thrown... It directly made their faces turn pale... The object was a head full of blood, the group can quickly recognize its tomahawk hairstyle. It's Slo's decapitated head.

"SLOO...!! FUXXXXX!!"

The group got distracted only one second but that was a big mistake. The black monster already shortened the distance in half. It ran full speed to the group.

"FIREEEEE!!!"

Tratatatatatat... Tratataatatatat...

But it's useless. Even the piercing bullets seemed unable to pierce the skin of the monster.

CLANK.. CLANKK...

It's almost like shooting at a tank. The two men at the front panicked and quickly turned around to dodge the monster's attack.. but

SPLATTT... SPLATTT

Both men got slammed down by the huge black hand and instantly died on the spot. Both men, also peak stage Mortal Realm, but their speed was just not comparable to this monster.

The black monster was currently standing in the middle of the group. Some were still desperately shooting at it. The abomination grabbed another man next to it and with both its hands twisted the poor man like wet clothes.

SPLATT!!

Only five men left. All facing each other not sure what to do, the team turn desperate one of them turn to Winter.

"LT, what should we do?"

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