Chapter 2: Endless Walk

In the first rays of the dawn of a new day, Japanese government forces began to march through the streets of sea of ​​blood with limbs and bodies of people of all ages, men, women, children, all scattered around her like simple puppets they had your strands cut. A disturbing painting for the saner mind.

The everyday sounds that ran through the city: the sounds of birds chirping, the horns of the various means of transport, the footsteps of millions of feet that came and went without stopping going to every corner of the city and the voices of people… The voices of millions that filled the air were carried by it. The diverse sounds of the city that did not sleep were replaced by the grunts, moans, screams and cries of the surviving souls. Or even by the sounds of bombs, gunshots and the sounds of the marches of thousands of soldiers who were in the streets to rescue them. He had never felt so much homesick for these sounds, which before were considered boring or obstacles, turned into sad memories of what was most yearned for at that moment by many desolate hearts: The monotonous and ordinary daily life, normal life and previously considered boring.

In that long night many lives were saved, however many were lost, often sacrificing themselves to protect something more important than themselves and there are still those that tomorrow no longer exists, they are simple walking empty shells and for these empty bags the death would be a real blessing. A sigh of relief to their heavy hearts.

One of these corpses was wandering headlong down the street, clothes covered in blood that dripped from their clothes, hair and hands. In his half-closed left hand he carried two necklaces, but it was impossible to make out the shape of his pendants as they were completely stained with blood.

- Hey! You!

Despite the soldiers' calls, the young man didn't show any reaction and continued to walk with his head down, not seeming to hear anything around him submerged in his thoughts.

Then taken along with other people in one of the various government trucks, despite not knowing where he would go in his heart, he will already choose which way to go.

[Last Night]

"Onii-chan, why don't you answer me! Please come quickly!"

The girl thought desperately with her eyes closed visualizing the figure of her smiling brother teasing her. Her eyes were red, swollen and with tears running involuntarily down her face, yet Sayuri followed exactly as her mother's instructions and she hadn't made a single sound, remaining there for all the time that seemed like hours to the frightened girl, despite knowing from her cell phone that it hadn't even been half an hour that she'd been in the dark wardrobe in silence, without even to move fearing that it would end up making too much noise.

After checking her cell phone once more, the girl hears a loud sound in the room. And the only thought she could think with despair was that something had entered. What had made her parents worried enough to hide her.

There were loud noises and then there was nothing but the sounds of the strange creatures.

- No, No, No…

When arriving near the place where he used to call home, now there was only a pile of rubble dyed red, being possible to see parts of people between one piece of concrete and another. But what worried Satoru the most at that moment was that four of those black and gray monsters were near the wreckage. Looking closely at the creatures, something caught his attention, in the claw of the right front paw of one of the animals something glowed. It is then that a wave of immense and uncontrollable hatred overwhelms Nakashima. His eyes burned like hellfire and that hatred burned and consumed his soul. The sky then darkens almost as if reflecting the young man's soul and then three white flashes that could be seen all over the city cut the sky. In the next instant when the luminosity of the strange lights disappeared it could be seen that three of the four creatures were on the ground with the corpses being consumed by blue flames.

- AAAHHH!

Their angry screams echoed through the neighborhood. With his mind now blank and his heart empty, Satoru goes towards the only creature still standing with his iron bar held so tightly that his hands hurt, however, the young man didn't mind the pain. In fact, there was nothing left to worry about. For all he saw was an existence that needed to be erased from this world.

However this creature doesn't show any reaction to Satoru, it doesn't even attack him. But the young man who burned with hatred didn't even notice the monster's unusual behavior, launching the first attack on one of the creature's legs, which then staggers, then there was a sequence of attacks, each one stronger than the other, hitting the creature all over the place. body, starting with the paws that made the creature kneel before the Human in front of him, if he could still receive that denomination.

After kneeling in front of him, Satoru began to hit the head of the beast that moaned and grunted desperately as it writhed with each hit of the young man who added more force to strike him, soon his body began to make noises of breaking bones. Blood was splattering on Nakashima to the point that his clothes, which had previously been slightly stained from the fight the previous one have now turned completely red, making the colors that once covered them invisible. Until finally a last sharp cry for help and full of pain and despair filled the air, for finally the creature's head had split open and followed by another blow was crushed like jelly, but even that didn't stop it from making attacks and he continued for a long time with each stroke a tear trickled from his eyes to his face and landed on the red-tinted floor like himself with memories he visualized of his smiling family.

- Everyone's up now! We will! Get up! The voice roared like thunder from a man of medium height who stood in front of the two groups. The man who had a serious expression on his face wore a dark green uniform and patches also in shades of green, but these were opaque with a pocket on each side of his chest. Just above his left pocket were five medals, making it evident that he was an officer and that he had a certain status within the army. On top of his right pocket was his name. His pants were the same color and he wore a short black boot.

Next to this officer were four other soldiers at the ready with their weapons and fifteen people, there were around fifteen of them, eight women and seven men, all wearing white coats, at least they must have been white, as they now had several marks of hands and blood.

The ones in white coats then started walking around the dormitory and heading towards the beds examining the people in them.

- Hmmmm ...

Upon waking up to the screaming and commotion that took over the dormitory, after the discomfort in his eyes by the sudden light that entered his eyes that were half closed, Nakajima stares at the two distinct groups, the group of soldiers standing in formation near the door. While the group of doctors circled the dormitory talking to everyone in it,

Only then did he realize the state of the people who were in the many beds. Some were just lying there in tears, or completely immobile from the panic that gripped them. And the most common case was those who had some kind of wound on their bodies, from small scratches to broken limbs, or even amputees, these moaned at the slightest touch of those examined. Strongly gripping anything that was nearby. Those who ended up losing limbs the night before had bandages that were bloody along with some blankets that began to stain, indicating that it was time to be changed.

- Hey. Do you experience any pain or discomfort? Any injuries or broken limbs?

The woman who'd pulled her blanket up and now touched her body couldn't have been more than twenty-five. With her light black hair pulled back in a ponytail it stretched halfway down her back. Her eyes were of a hazel brown, her expression was one of boredom and dismay, her body was thin and even though she was sitting she looked small.

-What's her name? Hey! Are you listening to me?! Oooooo! -Although she was screaming, the young woman's voice was calm.

- Satoru! Nakashima Satoru! - After finally waking up from his trance, Satoru responds almost like a fright.

- Well, it doesn't look like there's any wounds and nothing out of place, good. But what are you holding in your left hand?

- There is?!

Looking at his left hand, Nakashima only then realizes that during this time he had been holding the necklaces that now with his memories represented his greatest and only treasure. They were proof that made it impossible to forget what had been taken from him and what he would never have back, his happy days, his family and his life. When he thought about it, his hand closed and hatred came back to dominate him.

If it's okay then get up and go to the door.

The young woman said this and got up going to the next patient in the bed beside her.

All who are well, have already been examined, get up and are in good condition, form a line in front of me

Once again the man who was in front of the small group of soldiers and who seemed to be the person responsible for everything there spoke again, his voice echoing through the room and little by little people were getting up and forming a line.

Like everyone else, Nakajima gets up and goes to the line that has formed, which must have been twenty-six people at most, he imagined.

Quickly surveying the room and concluding that no one else would join the group, the officer briefly assesses the people in line by looking them up and down.

After making a gesture for the soldiers to divide the line, he goes to the door unlocking some kind of security device on the door causing it to open.

- We will!

The group then began to head beyond the door, into the unknown. With his eyes now accustomed to the luminosity of the environment, Satoru begins to observe the structure as he walks through the corridors.

"Very well built. I imagine that this is an active research structure, as it would take some time to build a well-made structure like this one, time we didn't have, apart from the fact that this looks like a real maze. I'm sure anyone who doesn't know the place can easily get lost. The question is: What was their goal in building this place: Prevent something from entering or preventing something from leaving?... No one would build a complex like this without having something in mind, as it would be much more practical and faster to build something simple."

The group then stops in front of a metallic door with the following writing: "S01" and starts to enter one by one, as soon as everyone enters the door closes.

[Somewhere in the center of the complex]

The metallic room was also well lit and had a wooden desk in its center with two chairs of the same material in front to its left was a bookcase with several books and to its right a medium dresser with three drawers and a vase with an arrangement of flowers colors that were the only things that gave life to that dead room. The man who was seated in a chair behind the desk was short and a little chubby, and seated he looked even smaller, with hair that was originally black but now had a few gray streaks to show for his age. He wore rectangular black-framed glasses and a beret in the color of the standard dark green uniform flecked with a dull green. All this composition made the man as lifeless as the room itself.

- What's the report? The little man's voice was deep and loud and even though he wasn't yelling at those unsuspecting ones who didn't know who it was, they would have the impression it was a fight.

A soldier in front of him stepped forward and saluted, in contrast to the seated man he was thin and visibly larger, but not a giant either. The thin man had a certain amount of defined muscles, which could be seen by the undulations formed in the little man's similar clothing, but he did not have a beret as such. Then looking at the clipboard in his hand. After noticing what was written on the clipboard, he starts talking to the man behind the desk who was frowning:

We've had more casualties than expected, but nothing alarming to worry about, General Sir! - Speaking louder in the last two words.

- Hmm ... - The man grunted, who was now frowning as he looked at the papers he was now holding. - And how are the exams going?

- We still need two weeks to harvest and analyze them, Lord!

- Right. Any changes or news I want to be informed immediately. He understood?!

- Of course sir!

When finished, the soldier once more salutes before turning and walking out the door.

After a few moments of silence, the General starts removing his papers from the top of his desk and presses a small button on the bottom of his desk on the far right side while pressing it lightly his desk makes an almost inaudible and rapid metallic sound. It is then that an elevation begins to appear in the center of the piece of furniture, gradually emerging a black screen, similar to that of a small computer. Soon the mysterious screen begins to glow in the center at the top of the screen was the initial acronym: TEGN. Underneath this acronym were seven black squares each with different acronyms within its squares. In the next instant, a series of voices began to flood the room at the same time:

- All present? - It was the voice of a strong woman and the tone authoritative.

- Yes - The answer composed by male and female voices was heard in chorus.

- Well then let's get the meeting started. - The order was said this time by an imposing and serious male voice.