Biohazard's Catastrophe: Death's Hallway

Empty Magasin

Ardana rubbed her forehead with a breath of breath. There were already seven trucks that he inspected very carefully. There were only two iron boxes similar to the one he had found the first time before. Feeling that he began to have difficulty unpacking directly while still in the box, Ardana chose to lower each box to the bottom of the truck and put it away. All the contents inside the two iron boxes had not been checked.

“Live one more truck,” he said optimistically.

Paramitha just stood around him. The girl was still holding the documents in a large brown envelope from the first truck. While Ardana was busy unloading the box on the last truck, she turned her gaze to the ceiling of the basement which reached nearly forty meters in height.

Ardana's attempt to dismantle the eighth box had difficulty. It turns out that not only the keys are digital and the iron chain rolls on the inside but there are also special supports with a spring system that is quite troublesome at every corner.

“I need an explosion,” hisses. He recalled some of the grenades he had collected from the armory up there. His backpack, which was placed near the back wheel of the truck, was quickly grabbed.

Two grenades and four bags of active explosives were strapped to long coils of wire. After being confirmed to be firmly tied, Ardana brought it back and then looked for some hook gaps in each corner between the iron buffer box. Each end of the wire that is snaking in four different directions is fastened there carefully and firmly. Grenades and explosives were tied to the middle, which was almost attached to the door of the steel box. Slowly, the key to the grenade was pulled and then thrown in any direction. Now he only had five seconds to avoid the impending explosion.

“Mitha, let's get out of the way!” ardana hops while jumping. He took Paramitha and took her away. They found a shelter on the left side of a panzer not far from the eight military trucks.

THE BLEGGAAARRRR!

Simultaneously Ardana and Paramitha ducked with both hands tightly shut their ears. The young man even used his body as a coating to protect the girl of his heart. Unexpectedly, the sound of the explosion produced was much larger until it almost penetrated into the sense of hearing. For a few seconds both experience a buzzing sensation in the ears that is quite strong. Licks of the flame even spread to the top of the panzer where they were sheltering.

Ardana turned and blinked alternately. Still with his ears buzzing violently he tried to get back up with a shotgun in his left hand. His right hand tried to grab Paramitha and help the girl stand up. Paramitha responded by holding back her hand.

“And, your ears... bleed!”

Ardana was aghast to hear Paramitha say her ears were bleeding. At the same time he felt a warm liquid flowing from inside the right ear hole. This young man rubbed it then looked at it carefully. His fingers were now visibly wet with something red that was nothing but his own blood. It was not just from the hole. His entire right ear appeared to be completely damaged from being scratched by a large amount of grenade debris.

“Aaakh! So bad!” erang Ardana holding his right ear. Pain like being stabbed by a hot sharp object suddenly appeared in that part.

“Do not move, Dan. Sit first!” paramitha ordered him to pull back on the left side of the panzer.

With the pain in her right ear starting to feel excruciating, Ardana has no choice but to obey Paramitha. The girl opened the P3K box she had taken from inside Ardana's backpack. A piece of cotton that has been spiked with antiseptic liquid is gently rubbed into the wound.

Ardana grimaced whenever the wound in her right ear came into direct contact with the cotton surface. Realizing that the wound this young man suffered was quite severe, Paramitha tried to clean it carefully before covering it with a bandage.

“I have to take two of those boxes, maybe three, if the eighth steel box has its contents.” This young man tried to pull the girl's hand away while trying to stand up.

Paramitha reacted quickly by catching Ardana's hand. “Do not first. Let me get it,” forbid it.

Ardana closed her eyes while taking a deep breath, throwing it away with a single slow and heavy gust. There was a sense of annoyance mixed with regret that was actually not a big problem for Paramitha.

“But I want to finish it quickly so we can get out soon. But even this is how it became. I am afraid that my current situation will only hinder my efforts to take you out of this place,” he said with a weakened indonation, without looking directly at Paramitha.

Hearing Ardana wail like that made Paramitha a little careless. His hand grabbed the young man's cheek quickly and patted slowly. Ardana's face was faced directly to him. “You've tried. Don't blame yourself so,”.

Ardana swallowed his saliva. Paramitha's slightly sharp but meaningful gaze instead made her even more immersed in the melancholy atmosphere. His hand stretched out caressing the girl's cheek.

“If I fail to take you out, not only Mr. Ilham, Aunt Marni, Miss Nina or myself are sad. All the members of your family, both the living and the dead will be very disappointed their daughter's successor fared poorly. Especially your mom and dad.”

Paramitha shook weakly. His blackish-red eyes now became sharper than before. The flinched Ardana could not say anything.

If we stop here, it's not a good thing. I managed to cling my spirit back to prove my extended family's innocence because of you. If only my father and mother were still alive and knew who you were, they would definitely be so happy that her daughter was in the hands of someone who was able to bring about such a big change.”

Ardana who had felt pessimistic now tried to smile at Paramitha's confession which implied still believe and still want to be with him. It would be nice to hug the girl if not for remembering they are not safe and not the time to express joy.

Paramitha clasped Ardana's hand tightly and placed it on the young man's chest.

“Kutitipkan my trust here,” he said sincerely.

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RATATAT! RATATAT!

THE BLEGGAAARRRR!

A lively but unpleasant surprise made Ilham and the four Kopassus soldiers who were with him forced to fight in full force. Although the opponent faced was not an armed horde, but the ferocity of the mutant and undead creatures in the underground experiment area was quite troublesome. Some of those whose bodies stayed half and were buttressed on dozens of ludicrous tentacles crept quickly into a siege.

This middle-aged man initiated the attack by throwing his commando knife towards one of them. The sharp weapon stuck right in the head of the target. The creature immediately collapsed with a brief flutter and then no longer moved. The next thing that was heard was the sound of a barrage of firearms interspersed with several explosions.

The four Kopassus soldiers who came with Ilham now showed their respective abilities. Although with the body covered by a backpack and various equipment that tends to be heavy, their movement is not at all hampered. While combining attacks using firearms, the members of the elite troops were also good at playing the fight with sharp weapons. Their eyes were highly trained to be able to anticipate attacks that came from many different directions and were unexpected.

“Don't leave any of them!” imham exclaimed firmly while slitting one of the undead and then kicking him to his knees.

The four soldiers did not reply and continued to play their abilities in eliminating opponents who were no longer fellow humans. The echoing roar of death did not make them relax the attack. In just a dozen minutes, dozens of strange creatures in various forms of terrible that collided.

Ilham stared at the nanar as well as firmly towards the dozens of bodies with FN SCAR L rifle carried on the right shoulder. The four Kopassus personnel around him double-checked whether all had been eliminated.

After a few steps forward, Inspiration got something interesting. An empty banana magazine was lying near the slaughterhouse they were doing. This middle-aged man picked it up to check. Suddenly he felt very familiar with the shape following the rest of the casings scattered near the magazine lying.

“Magasin is new. Lest this be from the weapon I gave Ardana,” muttered presumptuously.

“Pak, there's something here!” exclaimed one of the Kopassus personnel who separated themselves a bit far from them. In front of him was a wall that collapsed large enough and wide to reach a height of forty meters more.

Inspiration and the others rushed over. Behind the wall there is another room that has a large size. There are many black things like crusts that harden but are soft to the touch.

“What room is this?” hisses curious.

As far as the eye can see there is only a thick crust of deep black with many human bodies that have been damaged attached to the sidelines. Inspiration tensed his jaw to witness a sight he never expected to see. While walking into the room, he turned his head in all directions while pointing his gun. The thick bulletproof glass bulkhead along with several doors seemed to shatter apart.

“They both must have been here a while ago,”.

Ilham turned his body to face the four Kopassus soldiers who had been waiting for the next order. He showed off the empty magazines he had picked up.

“We are close. Find other clues that seem new like this.”

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