Capítulo 5: Slaughter
It's been two weeks now, "There was nothing at the cave. You see, we tried, but all we could find were some remains of tanks with oxygen which most probably contained something," Dr. Harper said, addressing Squad E. Alex, Lila, Arata, Carly, and Elio listened intently, their expressions a mix of frustration and determination.
Alex crossed his arms, his brow furrowed. "Did you find any other clues? Any markings or traces that could tell us what was in those tanks?"
Dr. Harper shook her head. "Unfortunately, no. The cave was mostly empty when we got there. Squad D is trying to find traces of who these tanks belonged to. Hopefully, we will know soon."
Carly looked worried. "Could it have been something toxic? Or maybe a chemical weapon?"
Dr. Harper sighed. "It's possible. We've sent the remains to the lab for analysis. We should have more information soon."
Elio, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up. "Do you think it has something to do with the revivification process they were asking me about? They seemed really interested in bringing someone back."
Arata nodded thoughtfully. "That's a good point. If they were using those tanks for something related to reanimation, it might explain why they were so well-hidden."
Lila added, "And if they were planning to revive someone, they might have needed a controlled environment, like the one those tanks could provide."
Before they could delve further into their theories, the ring on Alex's finger glowed and a voice interrupted them. "Everyone, this is Commander Warrier. I need you all to move to Texas, right now!"
Alex's eyes widened. "What's the situation, Commander?"
"There are these creatures infecting people. They seem to be some kind of vampire-zombie hybrid that are spreading the infection rapidly. You guys are to find the source and stop it," Commander Warrier said, his voice urgent.
Elio's face went pale. "Vampire-zombie hybrids… I've heard about something like this before…"
Carly looked at him, concerned. "What do you mean, Elio?"
"I will have to look into my books. Can I bring them?" Elio asked, his eyes wide with urgency. He knew that his research might hold vital information that could help them understand the nature of the vampire-zombie hybrids they were about to face.
"You are staying here, Elio," Alex commanded, his tone firm but not unkind. He placed a hand on Elio's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We need someone to stay back and coordinate with us. You have the knowledge that could be crucial, but you'll be more useful here where you can access all your resources."
Elio looked frustrated but nodded slowly. "But how will I contact you?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. "What if I find something important?"
Alex reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring, holding it out to Elio. "Here, take this."
Elio took the ring, examining it with a puzzled expression. "Umm… I can't transform…" he said, clearly confused by the gesture.
Dr. Harper, standing nearby, chuckled softly. "It's a com ring, newbie," she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Elio's face lit up with understanding. "Oh, a communication ring," he said, nodding as he slipped it onto his finger. "Got it. I'll make sure to stay in touch."
Alex gave him a nod of approval. "Good. Use it to update us on anything you find. Your knowledge is going to be crucial for us out there."
Elio straightened up, feeling a bit more confident now. "I won't let you down," he promised.
Alex turned to the rest of the team. "Let's get moving, everyone. We have to get to Texas and deal with this situation as quickly as possible."
The ringmasters moved out, their faces set with determination. "Time to get into the books," Elio said to himself, turning on his heel and running towards the library section of the headquarters.
Dr. Harper watched him go with a smile. "What an interesting team you have, Alex," she remarked, turning back to him. "Each member brings something unique to the table."
Alex nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "They're a good group," he said. "We've had our ups and downs, but they've always pulled through when it mattered."
Dr. Harper's smile widened. "They'll need that resilience for what's coming. Take care out there, Alex. We'll keep working on things from this end."
"Thanks, Doctor," Alex replied. "We'll be in touch. Keep an eye on Elio for us. He's got a lot on his shoulders."
With that, the team filed out of the room, their minds focused on the mission ahead. Elio's footsteps echoed down the hallway as he hurried to his books, determined to find anything that might help his friends.
At an abandoned house in Texas, a group of five gathered for a makeshift dinner, their faces etched with fear and fatigue. Amy, a redhead with a fiery mane cascading down her back in loose waves, sat at the head of the table. Her green eyes, usually bright and inviting, were now shadowed with worry. Her floral dress was tattered, revealing bruises and scrapes on her delicate frame. She clutched a gun with a trembling hand.
Next to her sat Ryan, a guy with dark brown hair neatly combed short despite their dire circumstances. His hazel eyes, framed by thick rectangular glasses, darted around nervously. His clothes, once tidy and scholarly, were now ripped and dirty, hanging off his lanky frame. He adjusted his glasses frequently, a habitual gesture that provided little comfort.
On Amy's other side was Jennifer, whose confident presence was marred by their desperate situation. Her long, flowing chestnut brown hair was tangled and unkempt. Her sharp blue eyes still sparkled with intelligence but now held a hint of desperation. Her voluptuous build was accentuated by her torn clothes, which barely held together. Despite the circumstances, she tried to maintain a semblance of normalcy, but the fear in her eyes betrayed her. She also wore her brother's jacket making her feel secure.
Across from Jennifer sat Gordy, an emo punk with jet-black hair falling over one eye. His pale skin contrasted sharply with his dark eyeliner, which was now smudged from sweat and grime. His black clothing, adorned with band logos and patches, was ripped and dirty, matching the hopelessness in his demeanor. He had a lithe, wiry frame, and his multiple piercings glinted faintly in the dim light.
At the end of the table sat the old man, a figure of resilience despite the dire situation. His rich ebony skin was marked with scars, testament to a life filled with struggle and survival. Short, graying hair crowned his head, and his deep-set brown eyes held a mix of wisdom and weariness. His robust build was evident even through his tattered button-up shirt and trousers. He clutched a gun with a steady hand, providing a sense of protection to the group.
The group huddled together in the dimly lit room, their meager meal laid out before them. The shadows flickered across their faces, amplifying the fear etched into their features.
Jennifer broke the tense silence first, her voice tinged with desperation. "Why is this happening? What is this?!" She glanced around the room, hoping for answers that none of them had.
Gordy, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed, shook his head. "These aren't even zombies. We hit them in the head, and they don't even die," he muttered, his voice filled with frustration and confusion. "It's like nothing can stop them."
Trey, the old man, sat up straighter, his face set in a stern expression. "Whatever they are, we need to stick together or else we all will die," he said, his deep voice cutting through the fear. "Strength in numbers is our best chance."
Ryan, nervously adjusting his glasses, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that's the only way to do something," he said, his voice shaky but resolute. He took a bite of the stale bread in front of him, trying to draw some comfort from the routine of eating.
Amy, her green eyes scanning the group, tried to project a sense of calm authority. "For now, have dinner and then let's go to sleep," she instructed, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hand that held the gun. "I will be on protection duty tonight. We need to take turns to make sure we're safe."
Jennifer pushed her plate away, appetite lost in the anxiety of the moment. "But what if they find us while we're sleeping?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Amy gave her a reassuring nod. "We'll be vigilant. That's why we take turns. If we all keep an eye out, we stand a better chance."
Trey shifted uncomfortably in his seat, a sheen of sweat visible on his forehead. Amy noticed and leaned closer, concern etched in her features. "Is everything okay, Trey?" she asked gently.
Trey forced a smile, trying to mask the pain. "Nothing much, just need to take a shit," he said with a cheerful facade, standing up slowly.
"Ewww, get away old man!" Ryan said with exaggerated disgust, scrunching his nose. Jennifer and Gordy chuckled, the brief moment of levity easing the tension slightly.
Trey waved them off, chuckling as he left the room. But once out of sight, his cheerful demeanor vanished. He walked into the next room and shut the door behind him, the weight of his secret pressing down on him.
In the dim light, Trey lifted his shirt, revealing the bite at the corner of his stomach. The wound was swollen and red, the edges tinged with a sickly black. He grimaced in pain, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "Damn it," he muttered to himself, the reality of his situation sinking in.
The evening sky was painted in hues of orange and red as Trey trudged through the desolate streets, his eyes constantly scanning for any sign of life—or danger. He had left the safety of his small hideout with a heavy heart, determined to find his daughter. Instead, he stumbled upon the survivors who would soon become his new family.
Trey found Amy first, huddled under the crumbling awning of an old diner. Her red hair was matted with dirt, and her green eyes were wide with fear. The remains of her once-stylish clothing were now tattered and stained. She clutched a small handgun, her only line of defense.
"Hey, you okay?" Trey asked gently, approaching her with his hands raised to show he meant no harm.
Amy looked up, her eyes filled with mistrust. "Who are you?"
"Trey," he said softly. "I'm just looking for my daughter. But you look like you could use some help."
Amy hesitated, then nodded slowly. "I'm Amy. I... I got separated from my group. It's just me now."
Trey extended a hand, and after a moment's pause, Amy took it. "Stick with me," he said. "We'll find safety together."
A few days later, they found Jennifer. The once vibrant and confident young woman was crouched in the corner of an abandoned supermarket, her big chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to calm her panic. Her clothing, now torn and dirty, barely covered her.
Trey and Amy entered the supermarket cautiously, their eyes adjusting to the dim light. "Do you hear that?" Amy whispered, pointing towards the back.
Trey nodded, leading the way. They found Jennifer surrounded by the remains of what had been a fierce struggle, her eyes wide with terror as she held a piece of broken glass in a defensive stance.
"It's okay," Trey said soothingly. "We're here to help."
Jennifer's eyes darted between Trey and Amy before she finally let the glass shard drop. "I... I thought I was going to die," she stammered.
"Not today," Trey replied, helping her to her feet. "Come with us. We're stronger together."
Gordy was next. Trey and the group stumbled upon him in an alley, fending off one of the vampire-zombie hybrids with a makeshift spear. His emo punk look—complete with dark eyeliner and tattered band T-shirt—did nothing to conceal his fear as he fought for his life.
"Get away from him!" Trey shouted, rushing forward to help. Together, they managed to drive the creature away, leaving Gordy panting and exhausted.
"Thanks," Gordy gasped, dropping his spear. "Thought that was the end for me."
"We don't leave anyone behind," Trey said firmly, clapping Gordy on the shoulder. "Come with us."
Finally, they found Ryan. The bespectacled young man was cornered in a library, desperately trying to barricade the doors as several of the hybrids clawed at the windows. His neat, intellectual appearance was a stark contrast to the chaos around him.
"Over here!" Trey called, leading the others in a charge to drive the creatures away. In the struggle, one of the hybrids managed to sink its teeth into Trey's side before they could kill it.
Ryan, pale and shaking, looked up at Trey with a mixture of relief and horror. "Thank you," he managed to say, his voice trembling.
"Don't mention it," Trey replied through gritted teeth, hiding the pain of his wound. "Let's get you out of here."
Together, they fought their way out of the library and made their way to the abandoned house that would become their refuge. Each of them bore their own scars, both physical and emotional, but they had found a semblance of safety—and each other.
As they settled in, Trey did his best to hide the bite on his side. He knew the implications but refused to let it weaken his resolve. He had saved these people, and now he was determined to protect them for as long as he could.
Amy's breath hitched as the eerie silence of the night was shattered by the sudden sound of metal clanking. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she tightened her grip on the handgun. "Who's there?" she called out, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to sound authoritative. The darkness seemed to press in around her, making every shadow seem like a potential threat.
"Trey?!" she screamed, backing away from the window and into the house. The silence that followed was deafening. Amy's mind raced. Where was everyone? The sense of isolation grew with each passing second.
"Jennifer?!" Amy shouted again, her voice echoing through the empty rooms. She moved cautiously, her flashlight sweeping over the dusty furniture and bare walls. "Ryan? Gordy? Anyone?" The absence of any response only heightened her anxiety.
She entered the dining room, where the darkness felt thick and impenetrable. The flashlight beam sliced through it, revealing nothing but emptiness. Every creak of the floorboards under her feet sounded unnaturally loud in the oppressive silence. The fear gnawed at her insides, threatening to overwhelm her.
Determined to find her companions, Amy climbed the stairs. Each step creaked ominously, the noise reverberating in the stillness of the house. She reached Ryan's room first, pushing the door open with the barrel of her gun. "Ryan? Are you there?" The room was empty, the bed neatly made, untouched. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
Her pulse quickened as she approached Jennifer's room. That's when she heard it—a grotesque, wet sound that sent chills down her spine. The unmistakable sound of flesh being torn and chewed. "What's that?" she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible.
She forced herself to move forward, her flashlight shaking in her hand. As she reached Jennifer's room, the flashlight beam caught something pale hunched over a lifeless body. Amy's stomach churned, and she had to fight the urge to vomit.
"Who is that?!" she demanded, her voice cracking with terror. She trained the flashlight on the figure, and her blood ran cold. The creature turned to face her, its eyes glazed and vacant, its mouth dripping with blood. It was Trey.
The once cheerful old man now looked like a monster, his face twisted into a mask of hunger and madness. His shirt was torn, exposing the bite mark on his side, now festering and oozing. He let out a low growl, his lips pulling back to reveal bloodstained teeth.
Amy's hands shook so violently she nearly dropped the flashlight. "Trey…" she whispered, her mind struggling to reconcile the image of the kind man who had saved them all with the horrific creature before her.
Trey lunged at her with a speed she hadn't thought possible for someone his age. Amy stumbled backward, firing her handgun blindly. The deafening sound of gunfire filled the room, and she screamed, a primal sound of fear and desperation.
She bolted out of the room, her flashlight swinging wildly, casting erratic shadows on the walls. Trey's footsteps thundered behind her, closer and closer. She could hear his labored breathing, smell the metallic tang of blood in the air. She reached the stairs, but in her panic, she missed a step and tumbled down, her body hitting the wooden steps with a sickening thud.
Gasping for breath, she scrambled to her feet, adrenaline fueling her movements. She could see Trey descending the stairs, his eyes locked onto her with a feral intensity. There was no trace of the man she once knew.
Amy's heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of her chest. She was still reeling from the horrific scene she had just witnessed, her mind struggling to process the fact that Trey, the man who had saved them all, had turned into a monster. The adrenaline was still coursing through her veins when she felt a hand grab her and pull her into the bathroom.
"Jennie—" Amy started, but Jennifer quickly shushed her, a finger pressed to her lips, her eyes wide with fear. Amy's breathing was ragged, her thoughts a chaotic jumble. She was on the verge of a full-blown panic attack.
"We are in trouble right now," Jennifer whispered, her voice trembling. "Ryan and Gordy… Trey ate them." The words hit Amy like a punch to the gut. She felt her knees go weak, her legs barely able to support her. She leaned against the bathroom wall, her whole body shaking.
Jennifer's face was a mask of terror, her eyes darting around the small bathroom as if she expected Trey to burst in at any moment. Her hands were trembling, and she clutched at Amy's arm, seeking some kind of reassurance. But Amy had none to give.
Amy's mind was spinning. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. Ryan and Gordy were dead. Trey, who had become like a guardian to them, had turned into a nightmarish creature and had eaten them. It was too much to process. She felt like she was drowning in fear and despair.
"We're stuck here," Jennifer said, her voice breaking. "We're stuck in this bathroom and he's out there. What if he finds us? What if he…" She couldn't finish the sentence, her words dissolving into sobs.
Amy wanted to comfort Jennifer, to tell her that everything would be okay, but the words wouldn't come. She felt like a little girl again, scared and helpless, unable to do anything to protect herself or the people she cared about. She sank to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest, trying to make herself as small as possible.
"Someone… Please help me…" Amy's voice was barely a whisper, a desperate plea to the universe. She felt like she was on the verge of breaking down completely, her mind teetering on the edge of insanity.
The memories of Trey rescuing them flashed through her mind. He had been their savior, their protector. He had found Amy first, pulling her out of the wreckage of her home and giving her hope when she had none. He had found Jennifer next, offering her a safe haven from the chaos. Gordy had been the third, the emo punk who had been so full of anger and defiance, softened by Trey's kindness. And Ryan, the intelligent but anxious young man with glasses, had been the last. They had all become a makeshift family, bound together by their shared survival.
Now, that family was shattered. Trey was gone, replaced by a monster. Ryan and Gordy were dead. The thought of their lifeless bodies, torn apart by the very man who had saved them, was more than Amy could bear. She buried her face in her hands, her body wracked with sobs.
Jennifer tried to console her, but she was barely holding it together herself. "Amy, we have to stay quiet," she whispered, her voice filled with desperation. "We have to stay quiet and hope that someone will find us."
But the hope in Jennifer's voice sounded hollow. Amy knew the reality of their situation. They were trapped, and the chances of rescue seemed slim. She felt the cold, hard floor beneath her and the suffocating darkness around them. The small bathroom felt like a tomb.
As they huddled together, the silence was filled with the distant, haunting sounds of the night. The memory of Trey's transformation replayed in Amy's mind, the sickening crunch of bones and the sight of blood-stained teeth. It was a nightmare she couldn't escape.
Jennifer held Amy's hand, squeezing it tightly. "We have to be strong, Amy. We have to survive. For Ryan and Gordy. For Trey. For our family. Let's make it through."
Amy nodded, though she didn't feel strong. She felt broken, a small girl lost in a world gone mad. But Jennifer's words gave her a small spark of hope. They had to survive. They had to find a way out of this nightmare.
Somewhere in Texas, "There are civilians in there?" Arata asked, his voice echoing through the desolate streets as he walked past the grotesque forms of the dead vampire-zombie hybrids. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and the eerie silence was punctuated only by the occasional drip of blood from the corpses. The hybrids were unlike anything he had seen before—twisted, bat-winged abominations with lifeless eyes.
"They are more like zombies with bat wings, it seems. They can't really see anything but they do hear ten times better," Elio said while Arata was crouching down to examine one of the creatures. Its face was contorted in a permanent snarl, fangs bared. He shuddered, thinking about what these creatures had once been—humans, twisted and corrupted into these nightmarish forms.
"What do we do, Elio?" Arata spoke into his ring, his voice tense. "The others are in other districts trying to help people, but this place that I am, it's empty. Almost as if someone has killed a lot of these hybrids." He stood up, scanning the area. The street was littered with bodies, many of them decapitated, their heads lying several feet away from their torsos.
"Not the work of a human, it's the work of something else," Arata muttered, his eyes narrowing as he studied the scene. The precision and sheer brutality of the kills were beyond human capability.
Elio's voice crackled through the ring. "Another info, Arata…" There was a rustling of pages as Elio flipped through one of his books.
"What you are facing right now… It's a vampire bat," Elio said finally.
"A vampire bat?" Arata repeated, trying to recall any previous encounters or stories about such creatures. Nothing came to mind. "Tell me about it."
Elio cleared his throat. "Someone, a human, was incompatible with the power of the vampire bat. That person is right now has the ring and has gone berserk. The only way to kill these hybrids is to use steel knife and pierce them right through the heart."
Arata felt a chill run down his spine. "So, the ring turned them into this?" He glanced at the dead hybrids again, his mind racing. "And they've been slaughtering everything in their path."
"Yes," Elio confirmed. "The vampire bat's power is very powerful, Arata. It's not a human anymore, it's literally an animal. The only other possibility is that if they are an Undergrounder who is feeding off of the ring."
Arata's heart sank at the thought. "How do we bring back that human?"
Elio hesitated. "Defeat him or have someone tame him, the ring." he said finally.
Arata nodded, absorbing the information. "You won't win, Arata," Elio added, his voice tinged with concern.
"Don't worry," Arata replied, his voice steady. "If I run into trouble, I will contact one of the other guys."
Elio fell silent, and Arata knew he was worried. But there was no turning back now. Arata had a job to do, and he couldn't let fear or doubt slow him down.
As he moved forward, stepping over more bodies, he noticed a house in the distance. Arata decided to move into that house as the streets continue to be…Silent…
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