Stiff Corpse

The Last Resistance

Arriving upstairs, I saw the door to the lab open. My legs went limp for a moment, I held my two heads in regret. Mas Joko was dead, his body torn apart, blood splattered on the floor. My legs are getting limp, making my knees touch the floor. I was crying so much. I failed to save Mas Joko. All my comrades are dead, now I'm alone.

I crawled slowly towards Mas Joko's corpse. While continuing to sob, I tried to find the Handphone. The phone, whose ringtone was so annoying, was in his pants pocket. I took the phone and called Mr. Kades immediately.

My phone wasn't picked up, I whimpered. I called him many times, still no answer. Surely Mr. Kades is fast asleep, I have to find another number to call. When I was busy browsing the contact number on Mas Joko's mobile phone, I heard the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs stiffly.

I looked back and was about to get up but this time the blade swung, it managed to pierce my shoulder. Without me noticing, the corpse was already behind me, successfully stabbing me. I screamed in pain and fell down. Then I crept frantically into the corner of the room, holding my left shoulder with a knife. It turned out that it hurt so much, my blood dripping down my doctor's coat, which now turned red.

Then I took out the gun – belonged to a colleague of Mr. Hendra I picked up earlier - and aimed at the body. This time I did not hesitate to pull the trigger, though my hands trembled. But no bullets came out. Goddamn bum! This gun has no bullets. I threw the gun desperately, in the face of the corpse. The corpse moved closer and closer, with a slight daze. I have no other weapon but this knife he put on my shoulder.

I used to hate corpses, I was always afraid of them. Moreover, the undead can walk like this. But this time I gathered my courage to fight back. The body hit me. I protected my face with my left hand. I let my left hand get bitten by it. Then, I pulled the knife from my left shoulder, and then I used it to pierce his eyeballs. I pierced his two black eyes, full of anger. I want him to feel what his daughter, Mas Joko, Pak Hendra and the police feel. The pain was pierced right in the eyeball! A grin was scratched on my face. I was so happy to stick a knife in his face. Perhaps this feeling is also what the Father felt when killing his victims.

I saw him rolling down to the bottom floor. Then, still, he could still get up. He stood up and tried to fumble around. The right decision I had pierced his eyes, his sense of sight had been paralyzed. The body of the Father stepped without direction, actually eventually even away from the stairs. With such conditions, he would no longer be able to climb up here, I breathed a sigh of gratitude.

I was finally safe, the bodies could not chase me anymore. Tonight was so terrible, I lost three people at once. What a tiring night Shift. The stab wound on my left shoulder and the bruise on my right shoulder again throbbed pain. I forgot that I was dying too. Then I walked to the doctor's room. I closed the door and held him back.

I was so tired, I sat on the floor leaning against the door. I straightened my tired legs, and put the knife on the floor. This terror is running out of energy. My right shoulder was swollen and blue, my left shoulder continued to bleed, not to mention the bite marks on my left hand. I closed my eyes, I was so limp, it seemed like I was starting to bleed out. I could still hear the sound of the corpse faintly shouting, banging on the wall downstairs.

I'm gonna be safe, right? Yeah, if the body could get up here, I'd stab it again, I thought. I can sleep for a while, right? I'm so tired, God. No. I'm starting to lose consciousness. No, no, please don't sleep. Eyes please don't shut...