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Chương 2: The lab

In the dimly lit space, a spectral haze clung to the air, casting long, ethereal shadows that danced across the cold, unforgiving floor. The bodies, strewn like discarded puppets, formed a grotesque tapestry of death, each one telling a silent tale of agony and despair.

Crimson stains, vivid against the muted palette of the room, painted a surreal picture of violence that echoed through the silent chambers. The walls seemed to absorb the anguish, their cracked and peeling paint bearing witness to a history of horrors etched into the very essence of the space.

Some bodies, frozen in their final throes, bore the gruesome marks of being torn asunder, their limbs contorted in twisted agony. The floor itself, an indifferent canvas, hosted a disturbing tableau of lifelessness, punctuated by the occasional glint of a discarded, blood-streaked object.

As if guided by a malevolent hand, blood pooled beneath and around the fallen forms, creating a gruesome mosaic that seemed to seep into the very pores of the room. The once-shiny liquid, now coagulated and darkened, told a story of brutality that transcended mere mortality.

The metallic scent of iron hung thick in the air, a visceral reminder that the room itself had become a witness to unspeakable violence. It permeated every nook and cranny, leaving an indelible mark on the senses, as if the very walls exhaled the heavy breath of despair.

Among the deceased, a new layer of horror emerged as some bodies entered the early stages of decay. The sickening odor of decomposition, a vile cocktail of rot and morbidity, curled through the air, intensifying the already oppressive atmosphere. It clung to the living, threatening to drag them into the same abyss that now consumed those lifeless on the floor.

In this wretched space, time itself seemed distorted. The silence, broken only by the occasional creaking of the decaying infrastructure, hung like a suffocating shroud. The living, if any dared to venture into this chamber of horrors, would find themselves ensnared not only by the immediate terror but by the inexorable passage of time, the decay, and the palpable weight of the departed.

In the dimly lit abyss of despair, Jack, the unexpected survivor, awakened to a symphony of chaos and quiet terror. His eyes, a window into a maelstrom of confusion and fear, flickered open, revealing a world transformed into a grotesque tapestry of carnage. Pushing himself up from the cold, blood-soaked floor, he emerged as an unwitting protagonist in a nightmare beyond imagination.

Jack's gaze swept across the nightmarish panorama, where the play of shadows and crimson hues painted a horrifying scene. A cacophony of fractured limbs and contorted bodies sprawled in macabre silence, an unholy stillness that clashed violently with the expectation of a peaceful morning. His internal scream echoed through the desolation, shattering any illusion of normalcy.

"What the hell happened here?" Jack's inner voice screamed in tandem with the realization of the gruesome reality. The room, a theater of death, held secrets that clawed at the edges of his consciousness.

In the midst of this horror, Jack, known for his composure, found himself grappling with an unsettling apathy. The gruesome scene, a gallery of death, failed to elicit the anticipated repulsion or fear. Instead, an eerie calm settled within him, a stoicism that defied the nightmarish surroundings, as if he had forged a pact with the unspeakable.

"Why do I feel this way?" Jack pondered, his mind teetering on the edge of infernal possibilities. The air, laden with the foul odor of decaying bodies, failed to disturb him as it should. The unsettling tranquility his mind embraced cast a chilling dissonance against the backdrop of the grotesque tableau.

Amidst the struggle with conflicting emotions, fragments of memories clawed their way to the surface. Men in relentless pursuit, a briefcase wielded as a desperate shield, and the abrupt plunge into darkness after a visceral punch to his face—all pieces of a puzzle Jack couldn't fully assemble. The events leading to his presence in this nightmarish space remained elusive, shrouded in a fog of uncertainty.

Standing amidst the carnage, Jack's attention shifted to his surroundings. Unfazed by the death that surrounded him, he approached a lifeless body—an act deemed unthinkable in any sane person's mind. The air thickened with an otherworldly tension as Jack, an unwitting survivor, faced not only the horrors before him but the enigma of his own fragmented memories, suspended in the delicate balance between the living and the damned.

In the dimly lit chamber of death, Jack's attention fixated on the male corpse, a ghastly centerpiece in varying stages of decay. Despite the gruesome details that adorned the lifeless form, he embarked on a meticulous examination, tracing the subtle nuances that marked the passage of time since their demise. The lab coat, once pristine, was now obscured by dried blood, transforming it into a visceral canvas of horror.

Observing the disfigured body, Jack discerned bite marks and a grotesque cavity where the heart should be. A morbid realization gripped him—a malevolent orchestrator had unleashed the most gruesome methods imaginable, leaving behind a gruesome tapestry of brutality that defied reason.

With a surreal blend of relief and disbelief, Jack decided to extricate himself from the nightmarish scene. Grateful for his unexpected survival, he navigated the space with cautious steps, mindful not to tread disrespectfully on the fallen, each one now a frozen sculpture of grotesque demise.

Before him loomed a colossal door, seemingly incongruent in this grim environment. Its massive dimensions sparked questions about its purpose, and as Jack approached, he noticed indentations on its surface resembling fist marks, evidence of a violent struggle that added yet another layer of mystery.

"What could possibly do something like this?" Jack wondered, passing the lifeless bodies frozen in horrifying poses. The unsettling possibility that whatever lay beyond the door was responsible for the chaos gnawed at the edges of his consciousness, adding to the enigma that surrounded him.

Upon opening the door, Jack was thrust into a reality that defied all expectations. The transition from the gruesome exterior to a futuristic, high-tech laboratory left him awe-struck. The room unfolded as a symphony of advanced technology, with intricate panels covering every surface and screens displaying extraterrestrial data in mesmerizing patterns that seemed to dance with an otherworldly rhythm.

Transparent containers housed otherworldly organisms pulsing with bioluminescent hues, captivating Jack's senses. The air hummed with the presence of cutting-edge machinery that defied comprehension. Holographic interfaces, levitating displays, and devices responding to his presence painted a surreal picture, each element contributing to an atmosphere that transcended the boundaries of human understanding.

Overwhelmed by the technological marvels surrounding him, Jack realized that he had stepped into a realm where science and technology reached heights beyond mortal grasp. The stark contrast between the gruesome exterior and this advanced sanctuary fueled his bewilderment, forcing him to confront a reality that challenged the very essence of his understanding.

As Jack ventured deeper into the labyrinth of technology, he encountered beings and devices that defied the conventional laws of existence. The enigma deepened, leaving Jack grappling with questions that seemed to have no answers, each step unraveling a mystery that blurred the lines between the known and the unfathomable. The journey into this surreal convergence of horror and wonder became an odyssey of the mind, where every detail carried the weight of revelation and the promise of unveiling the secrets hidden within the shadows of existence.

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Chương 3: The lab 2

Ever since Jack was a young boy, he'd been captivated by the world of technology. It wasn't just a passing interest; it was a burning passion that filled his heart. The allure of gadgets, gizmos, and digital innovations had always held a special place in his life. His earliest memories were of disassembling his toys just to understand how they worked, much to his parents' bemusement.

Jack had harbored a dream from his childhood, one that had been nurtured by his fascination with technology. He yearned to invent something that would bring a positive change to humanity, to leave a lasting mark on the world. He wanted to push the boundaries of what was possible, to create innovations that would better people's lives.

However, as he grew older, life led him down a different path. The weight of expectations from his parents and society at large had pressed upon him, pushing him away from his dreams. It was a path he never truly felt passionate about – a career in accounting, a field where he could never let his technological inclinations truly shine.

As Jack stepped through the door, his emotions were a tumultuous mix of eagerness and excitement. However, he kept his feelings well-concealed behind a stoic facade. Slowly, he made his way through the door, leaving behind the nightmarish scene he had just witnessed and entering a world of possibilities.

The room he entered was unlike anything he'd ever encountered. It was vast, immense in scale, and filled with technological marvels that left him in awe. The walls were adorned with screens, each displaying a different set of information, while a massive keyboard-like panel stretched out before him, covered in an array of advanced keys.

Jack couldn't help but marvel at the level of technology that surrounded him. It was incredibly advanced, far beyond anything he had encountered in his previous life. As he looked around, he couldn't help but think about the impact this technology could have on the world if it were ever made accessible to humanity. The possibilities seemed endless, but they also raised a burning question in his mind: "Why is such advanced technology here, in this place?"

While Jack was lost in thought, he noticed something on the other side of the room that captured his attention. It was an area that appeared to be a small room encased in glass. However, the glass had been shattered, and the room within was in disarray. Shards of glass were scattered about, mingling with signs of a gruesome struggle, including bloodstains and human body parts.

Jack's mind raced with questions. What had transpired in this room? Was it connected to the horrifying scene outside? Why had all these people been killed, and by whom?

Intrigued and perturbed by the mysteries that enveloped him, Jack decided to approach the advanced keyboard-like system. Upon closer inspection, he noticed something unusual—a lifeless hand resting on the keyboard, as though someone had been pressing keys just before death claimed them. The hand had a lifeless pallor, and the body it belonged to lay nearby, bearing a fatal wound to the chest.

Jack gently removed the hand from the keyboard, and it was at that moment that the large screen in front of him came to life, displaying a file. He quickly deduced that this was a file containing valuable information, perhaps an answer to the questions that had been haunting him since he woke up in this nightmare.

With a sense of urgency, Jack touched the screen, and a notification appeared, requesting a handprint to open the file. His mind raced as he contemplated how to bypass this security measure. He needed to access the file to unravel the mystery of this place and find a way out.

Then, a daring idea struck him. He still held the dried corpse's hand that he had removed from the keyboard. Astonishingly, the absence of disgust and the strange familiarity of the situation didn't deter him. He carefully placed the dead hand on the keyboard, which immediately scanned it and glowed green, indicating recognition. Jack had successfully unlocked the file, and a play button appeared on the screen.

With a deep breath, he pressed play, and the video began.

"Tape one: Hi there, if you don't know who I am, then let me introduce myself. My name is John Dan, I am the head scientist of the Umbrella Foundation, and today is the first day of the experiment," John's voice echoed from the video, as he stood in a room that looked eerily similar to the one Jack was in. "As you can see behind me," John continued, gesturing to the scientists in lab coats preparing for the experiment, "I won't be revealing any restricted, important information about the experiment in this video because my higher-ups consider the information about the experiment classified. But I will give you a brief explanation about the experiment."

Jack listened intently as John elaborated on the experiment and the goal to find a way to win a war without losing more lives. As he watched, a feeling of unease settled in his chest. This video held the potential to unveil the secrets of this place, and Jack was determined to unravel them, no matter how unsettling they might be.

The video ended abruptly, leaving Jack with more questions than answers. He proceeded to the next video, and his anticipation grew. However, what he saw in this video was truly unsettling. John, who had been alive in the previous video, now lay lifeless besides the keyboard, his expression one of profound distress.

The mystery deepened. Jack was on the brink of discovering something monumental, but the true nature of the experiment and the fate of these scientists remained elusive. He steeled himself and proceeded to the next video in search of answers that would shed light on his situation and the horrors he had encountered in this enigmatic place.

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