Aswang: Carnival of Corpses

Scientific Folklore

Chapter Three

We hurried back into the police station. It was around 12:00 am. Only six more hours and its daytime, finally some light. I thought to myself and grabbed a plastic chair. My phone’s dead and there was no electric yet. We can’t call the Power Plant because the connection isn’t up yet. We were stuck.

Serana went to the washroom with my sister to wash her face. I never thought that my day will turn out like this. It was a shocker. I am completely amazed on my skills; playing FPS is worth it after all.

A few minutes later they’re back. Serana sat at the vacant chair in front of me. Her face seemed more calmed and she gave me a smile.

“I never thought that things will turn out this way.” She said, her eyes gazing straight to me. I remembered our conversation earlier and I laughed in the inside. She is bad ass when it comes to guns. I never saw that coming.

When we thought we were safe from the horror of the night, we are about to be proven wrong. The patrol guards outside started to fire and shouted for help; we were at the second floor of the station and there was a terrace where we can see what was exactly happening outside. I went out and check for myself.

Ten no twenty or more aswangs were making their way to the station. The gates can’t hold them any longer and the two guards were overpowered. They had to retreat.

The chief urgently called everyone, arming each of us hand guns giving ups five rounds of ammunition. There are ten cops left in the office, plus two if you include me and Serana; that makes twelve. The other cops who were sent to help on a different incident haven’t reported back yet and all we got from their radio was static.

“Men, we will get out from this place alive. The main headquarters is just twenty minutes away. We need to hold back these intruders, make our way to the garage, and secure three police cars and leave.” The chief explained. He was wielding a caliber and was like a soldier ready to battle.

Andrew Santos was an explosive expert and has served the military before he was appointed Chief of our police station. He is assigned to this area and another; bigger station is located just north from here.

“Move!” the chief ordered.

I found myself trailing two other policemen down the stairs. Three went to secure the front doors and check of the mob has breached into the gates. I can hear the police dogs barking outside; it sent shivers into my spine when I thought of zombie dogs I used to see in video games. I cannot let my guard down. I had to live.

The chief and two other policemen went to the eastern side of the building where two police cars were parked, the two I was following went ahead to check to parking lot. My sister insisted we’ll use our own car which was also parked outside along two more police car. We heard stomping and tapping on the old wooden doors of the station.

We were heading the exit to the parking lot when all of the sudden the glass windows break and three tall figures stood before us.

It was an old man, his eyes were swollen red and her mouth was dripping with blood. His tattered clothes smelt like rotten flesh. He clearly wasn’t a fresh victim. He’s like a veteran among the aswangs.

Another was a middle aged man, he was finely dressed and there was not dirt on his face. He was smiling towards us. Lastly was slender looking fellow whose clothes were drenched in fresh blood. He was looking on the celling checking things out.

My sister pointed a gun towards the old freaky looking man. She was determined to put them down, dead or beyond bars whichever is better.

The old man cracked a weird laughter, like that of a deranged psychopath. He was moving slowly and sluggish towards us, he pointed his head towards the gun. He smiled.