The Virus

Chapter 3: The Mission Part 1

Lotus was running on top of buildings, because obviously there are a lot of mutants on the ground. He knew his mission, get to the bomb and pour the concoction in, activate the bomb and get out of the initial blast zone, so the gases from the chemicals would cure everyone. The scientist also gave him an earpiece, so he could relay information to him and vice versa. 

"Now the mutants are slow if they aren't attacked." the scientist said, "but if you attack them they screech, which activates a rage state with all mutants that are in earshot. But there is also an incredibly dangerous type that is always in a rage state, but doesn't look like it's in a rage state. We've dubbed them, 'the Frenzied.' You can tell because instead of them wandering around, they stay in one spot, twitching. Avoid them at all costs!"

"Shhh, I'm nearing the objective."

"Alright, contact me once you're at the bomb."

Lotus stopped on a roof near the building and scanned it for any possible entrances. What he saw wasn't good.

"Uh, doctor, there's only one entrance, and it's on the ground."

"...Crap, okay, on the earpiece there is an extra part that shouldn't be there. Take it out and throw it away from the entrance, but make sure they can hear it. It's a noisemaker, should draw them away for you to slip inside." Lotus did as was instructed and threw it maybe 500 metres from the entrance. Like magic, they all shuffled towards the noise, giving enough time for Lotus to slip inside and close the door. He turned his head to find a gun barrel in his face. He screamed, and ducked, as the gun fired. Regaining his composure, he shot up, grabbed the barrel and stabbed with his shadow daggers where he thought the person was. He heard a scream, then the gun dropped to the floor. It was a classic an AK-47 with a wooden stock, a silencer and a red dot sight. He flipped it so he was holding it the right way and looked for the man that had the gun. He couldn't find the man, which was unsettling, but he found three whole clips for the AK-47 on a belt, so he fit the belt around his waist and checked the ammo count on the original. It was empty; so he ejected the clip, inserted a new one and finally pulled the bolt that made the gun ready to fire. He flicked the safety on, he didn't want to shoot himself while it was holstered, and put his shadow daggers in their sheathe. Gripping the AK-47 like his life depended on it, he walked into the dark hallway in front of him, with no light, no light at all.