No Longer Human In Apocalyptic World

MEETING

Station 15, Eastern Northern Central Base.

18061819 stood over hundreds of corpses of stinking flesh.

A while ago, his lonely figure had kept moving without a rest.

Along with the long darkened metal that looked like a grim reaper scythe, was in the play of merciless killings, as swiftly as it was following its owner movement, and stained with the pitch black, greasy liquid sliding down on its keen blade.

Emitting out a very repulsive smell, it makes 18061819 hissed in disgust.

Another kill.

Another stomach-churning scent.

After that, he descended on the ground easily.

At his right hand, his blade was touched by sickening meat of these creatures he dismembered and slaughtered.

Slowly walking up toward the scattered parts, his eyes effortlessly caught the sight of dark gray stone.

He picked it up, examining it for a while at the same time ignoring whatever kind of elements that make it smell so much.

Out of sudden, another indistinguishable grumbling penetrated his sense of hearing, turning his head, he caught the sight of three Graded B Monsters.

They are walking like a drunk man but faster going forward to the spot.

His eyebrows furrowed.

As far as his mind could remember, he had already slaughtered all Graded B Monsters that came into this place.

Leaving the dark gray stone on the ground, his body jerks and moves at high-speed in a blink of an eye.

With such height, he jumps so high into the air as if he was flying.

The blade swung to the direction of the Graded B Monsters.

In the battle against someone taller than his figure, 18061819 had no time to be on the ground for too long.

So like how he fought before, one step at a time, he was stepping on the disfigured creature at a certain chance while letting his body be lighter as much as the feather.

Defending all upcoming attacks between those arms, every swing of his blade had managed to cut the meat, and soon that black smelly liquid surged out from the part he just sliced.

Some of it had even splashed on his face, instantly making him show a bit of displeasure.

No good.

He remembers he didn't like this liquid, so he quickly let the blade work with him as soon as possible.

A much later time.

Left standing on the piece of dead meat.

He was looking at the whole mess he just made, fleshy parts are everywhere, stinky smell along with the dark greasy blood soaking the silent ground and unmoving bodies of military personnel are all over the Station 15's field.

So many. Too many.

Walking away from the scene, the low-level human zombies were going straight forward towards him.

Soon the sharp edges of his blade were washing in crimson color, and those dead people had pitifully turned into so many parts, like any pieces of meat.

Soon the elevator was spotted.

Though, as soon as he pushed the red button, he found it was not even working.

He moved to the stairs blankly.

"It might be coming for us!" Another scared researcher exclaimed that he almost peed on his pants.

"How can you be so sure with that?" One says irritated. "Maybe it is just going to look for something we don't know of, and not us, that figure doesn't even know we are here. After all, everyone in this base is already dead."

"Soon, maybe we will join them too."

"Bullsh-t." Someone retorted. "You can join them if you want."

"We are the only survivors of Station 15 who were able to hide within this room, so how can that figure know us. No one can see us up here, let alone from the field below. Just way too far." A voice joining in, yet it sounded as if it was himself, the one who was more comforting him than anyone.

They are all anxious, scared and troubled. Everyone was having it.

Still.

"What if this figure is one of the people in the fairy tales that we heard.?"

"Huh?"

"Nonsense."

"Can you drop it?" An annoyed voice said and added quickly. "We are not in the mood to talk fairy tales with you."

Deserell knew saying this kind of old things isn't helping them at all, but he decided too likely to believe in his feelings rather than think about his gruesome death at the mercy of others anymore.

Who did not see how that figure moved like a real hero in those fairy tales while slaughtering those large monsters?

It's just so cool and amazing.

No one can move so fast against a three-meter-tall, bad-looking monster and can even jump so high as if he was flying to the sky.

This, no human can do it.

Unless you're not a human at all.

That silhouette.

It was a human figure without a doubt, nonetheless, Deserell believed so.

However, right up to this moment, he can sense a hateful look towards him.

Deserell glanced sideways, the other male researcher with whom he had a bad conversation earlier and now was glaring daggers at him.

He quickly looked away, not liking the feeling of meeting those bad eyes.

So obvious?

Did this guy hate him so much?

Turning away, he looked at Farhana.

"Brother Far, what do you think?" He inquired the person who was staying silent.

And an unexpected painful moan escaped from the other's lip, Deserell worriedly leaned to Farhana.

"Brother Far? Are you okay?"

Noticing the other people's worried gazes, Farhana slightly moved away.

"Yes, just a little tired."

"Oh, please take a rest. Senior and the others are trying to fix the connection to his old radio. Maybe we could contact some Station Bases or the Main Headquarters."

Someone quickly snorted, "They will never come for us."

"No need to worry, Brother Far." Deserell assured.

"Yeah."

"We can go home. We just need to survive as long as we can until the people of the military rescue us."

"Tch. Stupid." That guy mocked, and he successfully caught Deserell's attention.

"What's wrong with you?" Frowning, the younger male confronted the older one at once.

It is just hateful.

Deserell had noticed this person at the beginning of their draft, and this guy has been deliberately targeting him since on having the same project.

Not even knowing what he did to the other party!

So why did you need to be stingy at him?

"There's nothing wrong with me." The guy feels like rolling his eyes.

"Says the one who was crying before, saying we are all going to die, and now even anticipating a useless fairy tale to come true? Do you know that unknown figure from outside? Have you ever had some thought that it could be some kind of intelligent zombie?"

"Are you hearing what you are saying? An intelligent zombie? Are you an i***t?" Deserell ridiculed.

"Is there such a high-level zombie who would like to carry some kind of strange weapon on them? Too funny." He faked a laugh and said. "You're the one who has a problem inside the brain."

Disdain cannot hide from his tone, as he was saying, "Please do not open your mouth if you are not going to say anything helpful to our situation."

The other male didn't feel embarrassed at all, instead, he clicked his tongue with a resentment then muttered another, "Idiot."

"You!"

Deserell had no time to start quarreling with his hateful colleague as one of his seniors in their group interrupted them.

"Junior Desarell, please calm down. It is better not to make too many noises, right? That figure is walking in this building, and we cannot afford to get angry at each other right now and lose our energy on petty matters. Maybe we might face a big problem which is even more suitable for us to focus on..."

At a sudden pause, the senior shows an awkward smile under the darkness.

"Example like that."

"Like that?"

"Ah.." Someone gasped.

Everyone's head jerked.

Toward the certain direction where their senior is staring at right now, all sight fell on the transparent glass with no any curtains on it.

A silhouette of an unknown human figure was hanging upside down. The back of younger generations had stiffened.

Ignoring people's discomfort.

18061819 raised the blade using one of his free hands, knocked it up on the glass with a small strength.

Just like that.

The supposed unbreakable glass of the Station 15 Military Base seemed not to be strong enough—it shattered.

With 18061819's eyes glowing red.