He ran across the desert, his footprints making a trail that his pursuers followed like mice following breadcrumbs. He didn't bother to look behind him; they had fallen out of sight hours before. He could still hear the screams emanating from Agent Black's throat as the creatures swarmed over him. But it wasn't the screams that haunted him, it was the cause of them.
He'd seen cannibalism, but nothing like this. On some missions, he'd been dropped in uncivilized areas of rainforest where more than one cannibal tribe resided. He'd even been captured and managed to escape. But the tribes had always killed and cooked their food first. These monsters just dove straight in.
With normal people, one well-placed bullet was usually enough to stop someone, even if it wasn't a lethal shot. But even a dozen bullets couldn't stop the screamers. They healed and kept coming.
There were few things that haunted him, but this one topped them all. For this reason, he ran, even though he was miles ahead of them. A storm was coming that would cover his tracks shortly, but he didn't trust the idea that they couldn't still track him.
He knew about two others who had escaped: Dawson and Yan-Mei. The entire squad had gathered together before the mission and chosen an area to meet in case they became separated, and the three had all gone different ways to reach the rendezvous point.
Skall shook his head. He needed to focus on this meeting. This meeting would be an integral part in deciding the fate of the living side of humanity. His head shot up as he heard the door open, and in walked Desmond Black, the son of the man he had worked with.
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HorrorIn the near future, a new parasitic virus has ravaged the world and, yet, has not been seen. The infected feast on the living but still look exactly as they did when they were themselves alive. Bites are painless and heal instantly, so no one can be...
