Days Since Incident: 1,095
Time: 14:20
Place: 40.3360°N, 74.2911°W
Inside closet, first floor, southside of building
Climate: 71°F
Captain Grae stood in the doorway, covered by what the group assumed was blood and guts. She was armed with two large Buccaneer Swords that were stained with blood, and two Glock 19 guns that were not used. Her face was concealed by a black helmet, and she wore a similar black padding that covered her from head to toe. She stood around five foot four, and had long, black combat boots.
She looked at the two Outriders first, giving them a quick inspection before turning her attention to the group behind them. She didn’t say much, but kept her gaze at one of the men and women. She stood there, staring at them for what felt like hours; the tension in the room slowly building. She then turned around, walked out of the room motioning for her men to follow her.
The two men ran after her without hesitation, making far too much noise as they accidently kicked a few things. The group of civilians rushed after them, wanting nothing more than to be rescued from their current situation. They began to attack the Outriders with questions and pleas.
“Where are you guys from?!” One asked.
“Can you get us out of here?” Another asked.
The large lobby had been destroyed within a matter of minutes; carcasses of Chasers were scattered amongst the rubble of the decaying walls and floors. The stench was horrendous; filling their nostrils with a rancid, putrid scent that burned its way down to their core. Fresh blood drenched the rotting floor board. There had to have been a dozen Chasers: a few humans and animals.
From the look of it, they were killed rather quickly. Most of them were cut in half, while others were still being burned. It became obvious to the civilians that Captain Grae was someone not to be messed with. There was also something familiar about her to the young male and female; they couldn’t help but study her silently.
All of a sudden, a loud bang shocked the ceiling above them, followed by
a deep roar. It sounded inhuman; most likely from a large animal turned Chaser. It was as if whatever was above them, was desperately trying to break the floor and get to them. Everyone became quiet, and looked above to the weakening ceiling that was minutes away from collapsing. It continued on for a few more seconds before it stopped. The group stayed quiet out of fear, but that didn’t last long.
“Its gone! Oh thank God!” The old man proclaimed, crying out in joy. Within seconds, Captain Grae held out her bloody sword and pressed it against his neck. She held her free hand to her face, motioning him to remain quiet. He was startled by how quick and silent she was; he did not utter a response or protest. He nodded his head, and she retracted her sword. She turned her attention to the two Outriders. She quietly said something to them, and raised her gun to the ceiling. The Two Outriders started to quietly walk towards the open door on the other side of the room, that led to the hallway. Not waiting for an invitation, the group of civilians followed the two men. Unlike both Mike and Ron, they couldn’t help but make a lot of noise. They began screaming, pushing everything and everyone out of their path.
As soon as the group left, the ceiling came crashing down. Whatever creature that was above, let out a bone-chilling roar. Captain Grae was left alone to fend off the monster.
“Wait for us!” The young man screamed, as the group of civilians tried to catch up to the fleeing men. Due to their weak physique, running was impossible for the civilians. As Mike and Ron turned the corner, a dog Chaser jumped towards them. Most of its face was ripped open, forming a grotesque smile. Its teeth were larger, and sharper than its average counterpart. There were open pieces of flesh from where the teeth tore, and pieces of rotting meant amongst its body.
It attacked Ron, forcing him onto the floor. Bullets began to fire, and before they knew it, the Chaser and the old man were shot. The Chaser laid on the floor, blood gushing from the multiple gun shots that caked its body. The old man fell to his knees, gasping at the wound on his left side of his chest. Blood began to pour from his mouth, pooling onto the floor beneath him. The others stood in shock as the older female ran to him.
“CHARLES!?” She said, as she cradled his head on her lap. She began to wail uncontrollably, clutching onto him as he took his last breath. The group remained quiet, not having the courage to say or do anything.
Loud sounds could be heard getting closer; Captain Grae could be heard attacking the creature. The group couldn’t wait any longer; they knew that at any moment the large Chaser would come barging in. Or at the very least, the sound of the older female crying would attract other Chasers.
“I am sorry for your loss...but we need to go now…” Mike said, extending a hand towards the woman. The older female looked at the outstretched hand, before slapping it away. She continued to shed tears, but she became notably angry.
The group of civilians began to voice their concerns for her well being, but the Outriders did not waste any time. They got up, and continued towards the main door, leaving the rest of the group behind.
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