Biohazard's Catastrophe: Death's Hallway

Armed Figure

With a flashlight of his flashlight Ardana could see the silhouette of someone lying on the floor of the hallway. When approached it turns out there is a human body in a moist position with hands trying to reach the door of a room on the left side. The figure is wearing PPE (Self Protective Equipment) such as a dark green hazmat jumpsuit, gloves with matching colors and a black gas mask whose glasses have been broken through something. Blood dries out of the eye hole. Unlike the condition of the corpse in the upper area, this one looked limp.

Ardana moved it immediately. There was a sound of water turbulence in small numbers from behind the corpse's hazmat jumpsuit. It was unthinkable for this young man to open it because he knew it was a sign of a body part being damaged from melting quite badly. The arm also feels very soft. Ardana felt like he was moving a new flour dough wrapped in a body bag.

The steel door in front of him was locked and there was no hard object around Ardana that could be used to force open. Moreover, the key uses a secret number code system that can still be hacked as long as there is still electricity.

“Yah... how can it be opened if there is no electricity? Just bother!” he nodded while looking left and right.

Ardana recalled the way he had done for a while before escaping in the second-floor hallway area. Blow up a steel door with explosives still left in one of the rooms. Unfortunately to go back there is very unlikely. On one hand, other than running in various directions in the hallway that almost resembles a labyrinth, he did not want to meet again with the large tall figure who had been chasing him. On the other hand, Paramitha has also not been found. Ardana must race with time that feels increasingly thin.

“Terussle!” as he moved from the front of the steel door. Forwarding the search by following back the winding path it treads.

“Pak Ilham? Mr Ilham, come in!”

Ardana tried to contact Ilham but could not. Just a subtle rustling sound. This young man paused for a second to repeat the experiment of communicating up to sixteen times. Result nil. The new place he came to was as if it could not be penetrated by a signal.

“Cannot connect.”

The sreeet! The sreeet!

Just about to check the rest of the ammunition in his weapon while walking back, the sound of footsteps being dragged many times made Ardana void to step forward. Once thought it came from the front, he remembered the body of someone with hazmat that he moved. To make sure that his conjecture was wrong Ardana turned her back slowly. Two seconds later, his eyes widened in shock.

HRRRRRGH! HRRRGGGH!

The figure clad in dark green hazmat jumpsuit actually rose from the dead. From both eye holes the gas mask still attached to his face appeared blackish-red tentacles like burning charred. His right hand suddenly broke and torn to the ribs. A new head resembling a monstrous-faced eel appeared from there accompanied by a splash of blood-red viscous splashes. His grinning mouth was now gaping wide into four pieces as if ready to devour Ardana alive.

Luck was still siding with Ardana when she realized there was a locked grenade hanging on the left side of the hazmat jumpsuit worn by the figure in front of her. This young man was waiting for the right opportunity to uproot it. While the undead half-mutant eel was hissing ferociously at him, he was instead challenging by walking over.

“Come here.. Let's attack me,” sis Ardana while spreading out your hands.

ZZZZZZSSHHHHHH!

Ardana moved quickly gripped the neck of the mutant eel and held it all her might. The creature, of course, revolted wildly, trying to release itself and then annex the young man's head. While his left hand did not move at all and seemed to lose motor power due to the change process earlier.

Despite feeling disgusted because he could feel the sensation of soft flesh mixture slimy in his left hand, Ardana chose to ignore it. His right hand kept trying to reach for the key of the grenade which had difficulty reaching as the half-mutant undead body continued to rebel. Not to mention the red tentacles that coiled around his neck.

Ardana pulled his hand. Trying to reach for the long blade sheath on the left waist. After the hilt was firmly grasped, the sharp object was violently slashed at the snares of the tentacles which began to make it asphyxiate.

Zraaat! Zraaaaat!

NGHIIIIIKKHH!

BLEGGAAARR!!

A violent explosion appeared not long after the creature had toppled to the floor. Pieces of flesh and entire organs in his body that were shattered apart were thrown in various directions. The head of his eel was thrown next to Ardana, gaping with a terrifying frozen glare of eyes.

The sound of the explosion turned out to provoke the presence of other creatures with the same form. The number reached dozens of figures. They flock to Ardana who is still lying on the floor. Some have undergone a process of change while walking stiffly with their hands trying to reach the prey.

“Bikin hard course!” Ardana got up again picking up his knife and his two assault rifles. One of them is a type of Sako Rk.95 hung again behind the right shoulder.

THE RATATATATAT! A NOTE!

In the flickering flash of fire and flashlight on her helmet, Ardana's gaze became sharper and watchful as she continued to shoot at every mutant eel's head that tried to grab her. The creature he faced was not as difficult as before. The soft and almost melted body was not able to stand the sharpness of the 5.56 mm bullet that penetrated out again. In a short time everything was successfully destroyed. Even so Ardana knew how dangerous their bite was. Just a little care his head could be broken because it was sucked and gnawed by force.

He passed through the bodies without lives, again continuing the search lane that seemed to rotate to the left. All the rooms were always on that side as far as he found everything was locked. And there are other human bodies that were found again, whether it was stuck to the wall in a blackish meat that has hardened or just sprawled on the floor. To keep watch and prevent the occurrence of similar events, he stabbed his knife into the head because he thought there was an active center of regeneration and change in form. One-two still floundering reacted when their brain was damaged by a knife blade that was still very sharp. A monotonous act that can be very tedious but indispensable in the midst of unexpected situations.

Ardana stopped the stabbing after reaching the end of the hall which turned sharply to the left. A wide open steel door caught his attention. Below him was an SS-1 V5 assault rifle lying in a shower of dried blood. Bullets scattered around him. When approached it turned out that an abandoned arsenal in a messy condition with an area of 20 x 20 meters. Not only rifles and bullets, various light combat equipment for other infantry is still there and neatly arranged. The explosives and grenades were stored in rows of iron cribs still locked by a small padlock.

“Wah, big harvest!” excitement.

The limited capacity of the special pouch and backpack that it carries makes Ardana must be selective as accurately as possible. All the contents of the arsenal were indeed really tempting him but he was faced with a realistic choice; increasing the amount of ammunition he had almost choked up, choosing the needed pistol, he said, then collect grenades and explosives packs to make bombs.

While being engrossed in picky combat gear, his eyes accidentally saw a piece of human hand hidden under a nearby table. An A4 size paper is tucked between blackened and damp fingers. After knowing the contents were nothing more than an inventory list of the arsenal, he sighed then threw the paper in any direction.

“Completed. Time to get out of here.”

Now all of the Ardana's luggage feels heavier than ever. But for him it was no problem than having to wander around the passageway area filled with undead and mutant creatures without carrying adequate combat gear. At least until he was able to get out alive from there with Paramitha.

Just halfway through, Ardana had to return to the armory and hide there. From the direction of the stairs came the sound of wet and heavy objects being dragged and then rolling. From his tactical glasses appears the appearance of a mound of wet meat with a size almost covering more than half the area of the hallway. Its entire body is overgrown with tentacles that can extend and shake alternately every time it moves. Again by chance the creature spewed out a human body that was already shapeless and slimy from its big mouth.

Ardana almost vomited if not immediately turned around. Although he chose to search safely by returning to the arsenal earlier. While refilling the bullets and preparing the grenades, this young man watched the movement of the meaty blob creature he saw ahead there. Thirst and hunger accompanied by fatigue make him want to stretch the muscles while enjoying the ration of canned bread and infused water lemon flavor that happens to be in the backpack.

“What kind of experiment is this? It feels like there is no end to their numbers!” his gerrick. In his hand was already clutched by a grenade that he would throw if the figure approached the warehouse.

His attention was distracted at the other movement behind the flesh-clump creature there. A human figure who settles down with a sharp weapon in his hand. Ardana frowned as her shape looked familiar.

“Hah, that's human? What will he do?”

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