[ Chapter V (5): "THERE ARE SURVIVORS" ]
Running down the stairs, the panicked Alexander could be seen stopping at the stairway leading to the first-floor, as he noticed a certain anomaly. [ "O-oh what the freaky friday f-fuck?!" ]
He stopped to gasp, as he watches an armored Zombie, in full riot gear— the word OMOH written behind the thing's uniform. It could most likely be an officer judging from the blue-black color combination. With the face shield of the said individual cracked and bloodied, showing to him what it is...
[ SCP-008-1 HUMAN LVL. 7 ]
[ "I-I, damn it...!" ] A completely pale Zombified armored cop. Plausibly one of the men that was dispatched to stop the zombie outbreak... But at the moment, that seems to have failed, as people and animal alike runs the streets, all infected, including this one... The supposed stopper of it.
He stares at the back of this said monster, his "spear" in hand, with the other having cloth cover it. At the moment, he is hiding in the shadows, as the said Riot Zombie hasn't spotted him yet, which is a great thing...
Because he wouldn't be able to fight this thing no matter what he does... So without any hesitation, he went back up, not even bothering to confront the Zombie... As he isn't sure he'll get a hit in, or even be able to fight back against a hundred pound, strengthened Zombie.
The said Zombie nonethewiser about this, continued eating the not yet reanimated corpse under it... Looking seconds later at the stairway where Alexander was standing, due to the scent he smelt...
But in that disappearing, it then lost focus and went back to stuffing flesh inside his facehole. His gloves bloodied, as most if not all of the flesh gets shielded by the face shield that he is wearing.
This seemingly not stopping the Zombie, as he continues doing what he does... Only stopping hours later when the corpse under it finally gets reanimated, as it then lost interest on eating the said man...
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[ "Hell with t-this!" ] Alexander's Plan A failed... He couldn't get out of the building through the front door and of course find somewhere else safe. So he immediately thought of a Plan B... And that'll be trying to find another way out.
That way out? Through one of the windows of the second-floor rooms. That is, if he could get pass the weaker Zombies at first... Which is 3 in total— a Lvl. 2 child, a Lvl. 4 lady, an a Lvl. 3 old-man.
All of which strengthened and enchanted by the Zombie Virus called SCP-008. Something which Alex loathes, aside from all the hostile SCP subjects he has and not yet encountered. [ "N-no..." ]
He glanced at the hallway and noticed the Zombies shrouded by shadows glanced at his direction momentarily. Their eyes glowing in the dark, which is all in the sickly black in color, before losing interest.
He hid of course behind the walls, as he theorize to himself how to get out of here... Or in how he could get inside one of the rooms, to of course get out... This makeshift weapon of his not giving him much reassurance, as he sweat bullets.
[ "Think, t-think, think...!" ] He doesn't know what to do, he glanced back at the corridor and thought of a plan... He couldn't see a thing really, but that didn't stop his brain from thinking... Ultimately after some time, he decided to act than to not do a thing.
At the same time, the Zombie closest to him, a child, picked up the smell of his. Something which the Zombies are great in doing, as the child then glanced behind him, a "spear" i.e. the metal rod that belongs to Alex hit him to the face.
[ "Get hit!" ] The impact from this causing the smaller of the two to fly away. Though that said bein is rotting and has enhanced strength, it was no match to Arthur's "spear", being sent back quite far-away.
Still not seeing a thing, Alex cursed at himself, as he then approached the nearest room, trying to open the door forcefully before the other 2 Zombies locked in on him. He doesn't have the strength and energy to deal with them at the moment.
So, he needs to do the next best thing and get into the safe point as fast as he could. If not, then just die... So panicked, he kept trying to budge the door knob, it not opening which caused him to panic even more. [ "Open u-up you piss o-of shit!" ]
[ "S-shit, I'm gonna die... Again!" ] He kept pounding on the door, which alerted the other 2 Zombies which now has his scent, having been alert by the noise, they now walk ever-so-closely to where the hodded Alex is standing...
Seeing their eyes glow in the dark, he felt panicked. As he frantically knocks down the door using his side... Seconds later, before the nearest Zombie could get to him, the door got loose and opened up.
The metal latch of the doorknob getting destroyed, effectively causing the door to never be locked again. That is the downside. But on the upside, Alex gets to safety, as he unprepared for this, facepalms to the floor inside the room.
Not wasting any time, he crawled inside the room, before then shutting the door on the face of the old-man Zombie that he now finally gets a good look in... Disgusting, [ "I-I'm alive..." ]
Not believing that the stunt he pulled worked, Alex calmled down slightly. Then get panicked as he hears the door getting pushed open by the Zombified gramps... As he then elbows the door shut again, not letting the latter to come in.
[ "L-lock broke!" ] The latch did... So in replacement to that, he used his shoulders, then his back, as he shuts the door close. That for temporary, as he tries to find a much more effective way to lock the door without his body needed.
He glanced inside the room. Thanks to the lights coming out the window, he could at the very least see much compared to the corridors and stairwell outside. He then immediately locking in to the nearest placeholder he could use...
A small wooden cabinet nearby, ontop of it is an ashtray, a picture frame, a fruitbowl filled with plastic fruits, and a lamp... Seeing this thing, Alex's panicked expression calmled down, as he then tries to reach for this using his feet.
His shoe getting the hook, as he then drags it to his side, with as much, as little strength he has on his body as he could. Seeing that it is within arms reach, he then grabbed it, shoving it front of the door as he moves out the way.
He could still hear the thumping from the other side, from multiple sources, but at the very least he doesn't need to hold onto the door for it to not open... About to calm, he then put that on pause as he sees the door opening bit-by-bit.
Reacting quickly, he then went inside and grab a wooden chair, then a sofa. Placing it in front of the door, on top of the cabinet... Seeing that this isn't enough, he then went inside, but first close the door using his strength, reseting the progress of the Zombies, as he then goes and grabs more.
Seeing that this place is frantically empty aside from some useless things, Alex with what little time he has, pulled a small sofa. As he then uses it to blockade the door... That being enough, as the door no longer opens no matter what the Zombies do.
[ "Not... enough." ] Seeing that this isn't enough, the bathed Alex from his sweat went again inside the room, his "spear" shoved to the side, as he then grab a medium sized fridge— another one for the barricade team. [ "Safe... I-I'm safe..." ]
As he then finally calmls down and rest his back on the wall behind him, his ass firmly planted on the floor. As he gets a breather in or two, as he refreshes from all the happenings that he just did... [ "I-I feel like crap." ]
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[ "The Zombies are coming in!" ] One of the Survivors— Nina, could be seen panicked, as she then alerted the other Survivors. In total, there is about 13 of them, none bitten, all starving... [ "Hide...!" ]
As the look out for the night, it is her job to alert the other Survivors for an incoming horde, or group of Zombies that occasionally passes by their premises, or gets near to their homebase. Currently, in the megastore that they are hiding in, it is mostly occupied by Zombies...
But for some part, which includes the corner that they hide in, that one isn't occupied by them Zombies, but is instead covered by shelves, furnitures, and other barricade to hide themselves from the Zombies. Thanks to those, the Zombies wasn't able to pick up their scents, or get their sights on them. Making them safe...
[ "Mikhail, get up, we need to hide." ] Waking up her younger brother, which is barely 7-years-old. Nina then went to the other Survivors, as she then wakes them up one-by-one. Opening the door leading to storage, for their scents to not attract the Zombies that bypassed their outer wall.
[ "Nina, you should get in there, I-I'll guard the post." ] One of the other Survivors, a friend of her, a young early 20s boy named Igor motioned for her to go... But seeing the latter afraid through his facial expression, she didn't do that, instead insisting for all of them to hide. After some debate, he ultimately relented.
Carrying some of the children inside, Nina, the oldest of the group, after making sure that everyone is inside the safe room, closed it tightly so. Barricading it seconds later without hesitation, as she calmls down slightly, hoping that the Zombie/s didn't pick up any of their scents...
As that is how the abnormal freaks, Zombies as recognized by them all, hunt. If not, then through sight, or noise... It has been a week since they first showed up, i.e. when the first individual in the small town of theirs died and transformed.
Apparently a soldier gravely injured from dispatch, a skirmish not-so-far away from Chekalin— the name of the town that they reside in, belonging to the country of Russia. As at the moment, a strange phenomena is besieging it...
The said soldier, apparently having survived something-something, which the local residents doesn't know yet. As no sooner than he arrived, he fell into a coma. Not knowing the man's name through identification or with the tattered clothes he was wearing...
The Doctors and Nurses of the local hospital wherein he was admitted named him as "Vasya Pupkin", or formally as "N.N" for short. The Russian version of the name "John Doe" i.e. someone unknown or is not identified yet by anyone.
Nina being someone at the hospital picked up this story pretty quickly from a nurse friend of hers, as she went to that hospital to admit her younger brother which was having rashes due to somethings that she wasn't able to find out... She wasn't able to find out ultimately as the said patient.
Mr. Vasya Pupkin lashed out, biting and clawing at any person that got close to him... Ultimately turning into the first-ever Zombie that the town of Chekalin gets to experience, but at that moment none of them knew about that fact.
As the Doctor that was checking up on her brother went out, worried about his friends when he heard what happened, ultimately leaving Nina and Mikhail Kuznetsov to hang and wait for the results...
A week later that poor handling of Mr. Vasya Pupkin led to the whole town getting Zombified. If not the whole town, then at the very 3/4ths. The infection is confirmed by them to not be airborne, so she has no idea how 3/4ths of the town got infected.
As some luckily did survive the initial outbreak, getting out of town. The info about those people? Nina has no idea. As at the moment, Nina and the remaining Survivors are barely surviving, as they hang onto their last leg. No phones work, no landline does, no nothing...
As on besides them are their rations and water that is slowly dwindling as days goes by. No sooner than later, at the very least one of them needs to go out and scavage for something if they don't want to die a painful and slow death...
Out of the 13 Survivor in the group, Nina is the most fit, the smartest, and most knowledge about the town. As for the rest...? She can't be assured that they wouldn't get eaten by the mob of Zombies.
And also because they don't have her advantage, aside from the children of course. As her small height is her greatest weapon, which makes her fit to some tight spaces that the others wouldn't fit..
So even without her or anyone saying it, the rest of the Survivors knew that she needs to get out of there first thing when the Zombies went and pass... As she is the last hope of theirs. [ "God... help us be." ]
She cries silently, before then hearing wood colliding with something, metal on something, then groans of a hundred Zombies or-so, then banging... Hopefully it passes, just like the other cases.
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