No Longer Human In Apocalyptic World

IMPULSE

"I'll go after him."Deserell blurted.

Yuheiyo gives him a disapproving look toward his way, "Are you planning to get yourself killed?"

Senior Lu glanced, asking, "Can you search for any anti-inflammatory drugs to the M.A.S.H Unit for Farhana?"

Since they are going to leave this station on their own way, whether the military will have the guts to send a rescue team or not, sets of medicines would become helpful to them.

They thought Deserell would refuse at an instant, but the guy attentively agreed without any second thoughts. "Of course, please take care of Brother Far."

"Are you for real?" Yuheiyo surely didn't sound as if he liked the idea of the other person's decision or maybe going alone out there.

"Why? Does it bother you?"

"Who will be bothered to an i***t like you." Deserell ignoring the hateful utterance, he crossed his arms as he turned back the attention to their Senior Lu. "Senior, I will follow, and maybe I can get something down there we can use to leave this place."

"If that's what you decided for."

"Then I'll come with you." Yuheiyo's decision was not what they will expect, had never thought the other would be able to say that.

After all, Deserell and him have been trying to tear off each other's skin. Who is willing to be with something you are not good at relationship?

Deserell eyes flashed a glint under the darkness.

As somebody took the unconscious team member at their backs, and then lips couldn't help muttering how lightweight and easy it was to carry Farhana.

"This guy surely got sick because he doesn't eat much. It feels as if I haven't had him on my back."

"Well, that's the truth."Yuheiyo muttered. He turned around to see Deserell looking at his direction, maybe with an unhappy expression.

Since the floor was without light and with limited assistance of a flashlight, he was not really sure; but he could feel such a scrutinizing gaze on his face.

A bit annoyed, he turned around, facing Senior Lu handling another flashlight which was probably the last second one within in their hands. "Take it, remember not to quarrel down there. A lot of Graded–D zombies are lurking around every floor. I don't know if Mr. Not Talkative has already slashed every one of them. Still, make sure to take care of each other's backs. You are still people of the same team."

"Senior, I can hear something," reported by somebody. "It wasn't clear enough, but somebody might be down there and possibly need our help?"

"Maybe someone was trapped in there when the power was shut down." Senior Lu commented. "Or, maybe a zombie is making too many noises, so we can help the monster to kill us." Jane cut in, rolling her eyes under the darkness. If her boyfriend weren't at her side and appeasing her boiling anger, she might be already quarreling at these stupid jerks after they had the guts to take her flashlight.

Isn't she the only female in this group?

They must be protecting her rather than going on the thought that there was someone trapped inside of the elevator's car. It is just making her more mad.

Then, after reminding each other about safety and precautions, Deserell and Yuheiyo set off to follow the mysterious person with an identity that clearly no one is sure about.

Speaking of him, 18061819 is now walking at the first exit staircase when he'd sensed running footsteps on their way toward him.

He subconsciously slowed down his pace until two people were able to catch a few stairs. In silence, the three of them descended at the front of the fourth floor where the Station 15's Military Hospital is located as well as where the matter of the fall of base has started.

On this floor there are a lot of infected humans that turned into something they never wished to be; the doctors, nurses, soldiers and, of course, their fellow members were intentionally locked to this floor. It is a nightmare that they will be held accountable for.

Just as he was going to open the door, 18061819 halted when he felt his scythe started pulsing all of a sudden in his hands.

A second later there is a high-pitched cry resonating through the outside sky.

Deserell and Yuheiyo had no time to stop 18061819 from opening the door as he swiftly entered in an urgency.

Going after the figure inside the looming dark, the team found no threats but stench of death.

A low-level zombie is nowhere to be found nor any dangerous beasts even.

Only the floor is soaked with the blackened blood of the unknown parts from sliced flesh.

But, not long after, they felt the air seemed to be wrong. It feels cold and warm.

Taking a step backward, Yuheiyo took Deserell's hand, he'd raised the flashlight as he slowly waved it carefully to the dark hallway.

Then, both of them heard a commanding voice from 18061819, "Turn off the light!"

Yuheiyo didn't ask and obeyed.

When the light was about to be taken away, an image of a white-headed triangle, an unidentified shape creature with a widened mouth showing its long and sharp shaded teeth is going at high speed toward his face.

At that moment he thought it would reach him, and his head would be harshly bitten off like a piece of meat.

Nothing but 18061819's close-up face staring back at him with those pair of cold, empty, emotionless red eyes had him on his wits.

Before they knew it, the light was cut off and the silent cry of an unknown life form rang in their ears.

One after another, there's similar sounds like that as they take a tense breath in the middle of the unseen slaying.

It took a while when they both heard 18061819's steps from the distance and heard the confirmation, "Go."

Thereafter, they found the supposed white and clean hallways turned to a sullied place, indistinguishable flesh and parts are almost everywhere, bathing in their own dirt, and the remains of human touch seemed to have never been recorded.

"Let's go," he said to Deserell.

"Yes." They're about to head for the medicinal storage room.

The figure of 18061819 walked in front of them with something on his hand that seems he just picked up from somewhere.

It was the latest communication device used by higher personnel. He handed it to both of them without saying a single word and then spun around.

Seeing he is going to leave again, Deserell can't help himself from yelling. "Where are you going?"

No response.

"Aren't you going to help us leave here?"

18061819 turned.

"Didn't you come here for that?"

Oh, was that his reason for staying alive? 18061819 consciously thought for the first time since the day he woke up.

He stared at the young men who were waiting for a response from him. If there is someone who could see it, they will see how his eyes flashed a second there, perhaps an emotion forgotten by time. Even so, no one can, after all.