章節 2: Escape
The year 2021 marked the beginning of the end for humanity. Strange meteors rained down from the sky worldwide, initially met with apathy as if they were just another celestial event. However, within months, scientists made a harrowing discovery – the meteors had released a peculiar toxin into the atmosphere. This toxin spread like wildfire, infecting every living human on Earth, ushering in a wave of new diseases and ailments.
Ten years passed before scientists unveiled a cure, a breakthrough born from exhaustive research into the meteors composition. An element was identified that held the potential to heal the infected populace. The cure seemed effective, bringing temporary relief to a world plagued by fear. But the truth remained veiled; the toxin still lingered within every individual, adapting to its host and insidiously gnawing at the human brain. Some strains of the toxin even hastened the brain's decay.
In the year 2039, the unimaginable occurred – the first case of a zombie emerged. News of the incident divided the world; some dismissed it as a hoax, reasoning that zombies were the stuff of movies and could be easily fabricated. However, just a week later, the undeniable truth struck: hundreds of zombies were confirmed in Europe, a number rapidly growing. Panic swept the globe, dispelling any remaining illusions that this was merely a twisted joke. The world knew, with chilling certainty, that this was a nightmare they could not escape.
The world had descended into chaos. People hoarded food and armed themselves, but the panic led to injuries and deaths. The number of zombies continued to rise, overwhelming even the combined might of the world's militaries. A portion of the population, affected by the toxin, gained extraordinary abilities – regeneration, super strength, speed, and more.
As years passed, it seemed like humanity was making progress against the zombies, but the toxin evolved, creating a new breed of undead. Some became intelligent, possessing special abilities, plunging humanity into an unrelenting war. Amidst the desperation, people divided, their focus shifting to self-preservation and personal gain. The world had become a battleground of survival, each person out for themselves.
In the present, Luther cautiously descended the stairs, a steel pole clutched tightly in his hands, a grim reminder of his will to survive. He knew he'd encounter more zombies. Approaching the door, the shuffling of feet and moans of the undead grew louder. His heart raced with adrenaline as he gripped the steel pole tighter. Peeking through the door, he surveyed the grim scene outside.
"Holy fuck, just how many are there?" he whispered to himself, his eyes widening in dread as he counted the approaching horde. "...15 zombies. I am so screwed. Let me check if the back door is clear. I'll have to return the way I came, though."
Fear gripped him as he slowly backed away, climbing the stairs with utmost care. His steel pole, a meager defense against the relentless undead, grazed the wall, producing a loud clang that echoed through the corridor. The sound acted as a sinister dinner bell, drawing the attention of the nearby zombies.
"DAMMIT!" His frustrated yell resonated as he sprinted up the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest. The pursuing horde was relentless, their decaying limbs driving them forward with surprising speed. He reached the top of the stairs and slammed the door shut behind him, giving himself a momentary respite. But he knew it wouldn't hold for long.
He raced toward the back exit, ignoring the pain from the broken glass and sharp objects piercing his feet. Survival was his only motivation. As he ventured deeper into the building, he encountered a lone zombie in the hallway, as if it had been lying in wait for him.
"Dammit," he cursed, glancing back to see the relentless pursuit behind him. Desperation sparked a risky idea. Spotting a patient bed nearby, he formulated a plan.
"Why am I so unlucky… hm? That could work." He took a deep breath, gathering his strength. With a burst of adrenaline-fueled energy, he shoved the bed with all his might toward the approaching zombie. "GET OUT OF THE WAY, UGLY!" he bellowed, his voice carrying the weight of desperation.
The bed hurtled toward the zombie, but to his horror, the undead creature didn't stop. "Why is this zombie so fast?!" he shouted, his mind racing. In a desperate bid, he jumped onto the bed, attempting to vault over the approaching monster. But the zombie reacted with surprising agility, punching him mid-air.
He was sent flying, crashing into the wall at the end of the hall. Pain seared through him, and he coughed up blood, his vision swimming. "W-what the hell... are zombies supposed to be this strong?" he gasped, on the brink of unconsciousness, the world around him spinning in a terrifying haze.
Despite his weakening state, he struggled to his feet, still coughing up blood. His eyes followed the relentless advance of the zombie and its pursuing horde. "At least give me a chance to catch my breath," he pleaded with the universe, his voice barely a whisper.
Summoning the last ounces of his strength, he dashed down the opposite hallway, each step a battle against the searing pain shooting through his body. Bloodstains marked his path as he staggered, but he pressed on, determination etched on his face. The room with the exit beckoned, promising a fleeting moment of safety. He stumbled down the stairs, the pursuing zombies unable to halt their descent, tumbling off the steps in a grotesque cascade.
Reaching the door, he burst outside, the cold night air greeting him. His breaths came in ragged gasps, each inhalation a reminder of his dire condition. "Huff, now where should I go?" he muttered, scanning the desolate surroundings. The bleeding, he knew, would only attract more of the undead.
Summoning his remaining willpower, he limped towards a nearby supermarket, searching desperately for supplies to staunch the flow of blood. Inside, he scoured the shelves, finally locating ice and bandages. With trembling hands, he applied them to his wounds, his face contorted in pain.
Seeking refuge, he stumbled into the manager's office and locked the door behind him. Collapsing into a corner, he assessed his injuries. His ribs were broken, one of them piercing through his skin, causing the bleeding. The pain was unbearable, each heartbeat a cruel reminder of his vulnerability.
"Shit, this is so painful I could pass out any second," he groaned, his voice hoarse. His hands shook as he considered his options. "How do I even treat this? Do I push it back in? Fuck no, that sounds painful... Let's just get this over."
Summoning his last reserves of courage, he pushed his rib back into place, agony engulfing him. The pain overwhelmed his senses, and he succumbed to unconsciousness, his body finally giving in to the torment.
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