"Cannibales bastard! I can see them through this peep hole", Hudson said. (Bastard cannibals!)
"It seems that you’re not surprised to see them", I said, while I was filling up their bags with canned goods and confectionaries.
"Not surprised? I hate those things! Ils sont sans remords!" (They are remorseless!)
"Sure they are. Come on. Help Carla pack your things."
As Hudson approached his wife, Clarisse walked right to me.
"Are you sure with this plan? I mean, we saw what happened to Harry", she said.
"Don’t worry. I’ve done this before. You know what, I have also lost mine."
"Who?"
"My friend, together with my boss. They’re Bob and Chief Myers."
"What happened to them?"
"The same thing that happened to Harry."
"Oh, I’m sorry."
"No, you must not. I should accept the fact that they were already dead, rather than I blame myself all over again."
"I know that it wasn’t your fault."
"And so are you. Harry's death shouldn’t take the most of your life and time. There are people who still need your help. Those people still watch you until the end. All they’re aspiring for is just your attendance and commitment for everything that they’re searching for."
Clarisse began to shed a tear.
"Don’t worry about a thing or two. Let’s just help out", I continued.
"You’re right, Jacob. For that, you can still be an officer", Clarisse said, as she wiped her tears.
"Come on. Let just get this over with."
"Camarades, we’re all set", Hudson said.
"Alright, stick together", I said.
I peeped through the hole, and then, I saw several hordes of infected lurking in the dark. I turned around to go to the kitchen corner.
"Jacob, what’s the matter?" Hudson asked me.
I opened the refrigerator, and then, I got two packs of pure pork. Lastly, I got a bottle of Worcestershire sauce from the cabinet. I emptied the meat packs, and then, I poured the sauce to it, until it was empty.
"I have a plan. When I throw these pounds of meat to the lobby, that’s the time that we’re running upstairs to the very top."
"Sounds scrumptious, but a good plan", Hudson said, licking his lips.
"Okay. Open the door silently, and then, make your light steps up. Don’t switch on the flashlights yet, until you get the signal."
They all nodded in affirmation.
"Clarisse, take this. You must also battle your way to the top", I said, as I gave her my handgun.
"But I don’t know how to shoot", she said.
"Before, your job is to hold the microphone and sing in front of the people who admire you. Now, your job is to hold this gun, point it at those things outside, and give them what they deserve."
"Alright, I’ll do that."
"Don’t worry because you can still witness a standing ovation in the future, as soon as we escape from this hellish nightmare."
"Got it, Jacob."
"Come on now. We don’t have to do nothing in here now. Hudson, take them. Go first. I’ll catch up later."
"Wait. Where are you going?" Hudson asked.
"I’ll make sure that they won’t follow us to the top. Wait for the signal."
Hudson opened the door quietly, and then, he made his light steps upstairs, with the rest. As soon as they continued to move stealthily, I closed the door. It was very dark outside, so I had to strengthen my senses. Eventually, they were making their way past the floors. That was the time that I threw a pound of meat to the lobby.
"Go! Now! Hurry!" I shouted.
The infected were going crazy for the meat, until they all luckily accommodate the whole lobby. Unfortunately, the main door had been breached by the monster.
"Rrrrroooooaaaaarrrrr!!!!!"
It growled so loud that it called the attention of all the infected.
Hurriedly, I ran all the way to the top, ignoring how far the rooftop was. The monster started to chase after me, jumped and hung on the side rails, walls and chandeliers with all its might, just to get in my way.
"Rrrrroooooaaaaarrrrr!!!!!"
"Run! Just don’t stop running! I’ll take care of this!" I shouted at them.
Suddenly, it jumped at me from behind. I gave it a dozen of my fists, and then, I kicked him out of the stairwell, until it made its grab onto a side rail. That was the time that I took out my dagger and stabbed its big, club-shaped hand onto the rail itself.
"Rrrrroooooaaaaarrrrr!!!!!", it growled in pain.
While it was holding on for its fall, I shot its head until my clip emptied out.
"Bang, bang, bang, bang . . . !"
Fortunately, it knocked itself out cold. I continued to run upstairs, ignoring exhaustion.
Finally, I was at the 19th floor now and I was barely gasping for air. The others might be at the rooftop already, for sure.
“Bang, bang, bang, bang . . . !”
Suddenly, a series of gunshot pierced a wall next to me. Who was it?
"Clarisse?! Are you still here?!" I asked.
Then, a cocking sound of a gun was being heard at a distance, just away from me. A silhouette of a man was seen in the dark. Who could it be?
"Hey! Hudson! Clarisse! Is that you?"
"We meet again, Styles", a voice was heard, sounded familiar to me.
"Wait. No! You are . . . already dead! It can’t be happening again!" I shouted.
I knew that voice and I knew that man for a very long time. Why was he present? What did he want from me?
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Hunger
HorrorThis novel is about an unveiled secret of a controversy behind the founding of a super laboratory known as the Halford Industries, Inc. Head Researcher Richard Halford together with his adopted sons, Chris and Randall Arkline, tried to fulfill an am...
