Bloody Night

The stab wounds had already closed, but Marc could now feel a tingling sensation of slight pain from where he was stabbed by that guy Remy.

The night is deep and the atmosphere is eerie. The sound of groans could be heard everywhere below him.

Marc is currently hanging by the emergency ladder which he cut before reaching the 1st floor.

"I did not expect that the commotion would attract this many zombies…" he muttered while looking at the horde outside the gate.

When he helps that guy and takes him inside the complex, he has already detected something amiss with the zombies outside.

Though they walk slowly, he notices that they are walking towards the apartment complex area.

His eyes landed on the gate which was unlocked and showed a slight frown on his face.

"I think I forgot to lock the gate…" he thought as he frowned.

Last night, he was too busy to help the guy that he seemed to have forgotten to lock the gate.

But looking at the horde before him, he knew that if he had locked that gate then it might have been destroyed by the zombie horde before him.

Arrgghhh!!! Help! Help me!!! I… I don't want to… die!

A pitiful cry coming from inside the room below echoed in the darkness.

And that cry seemed to have agitated the horde which now began to rush towards his location.

Marc looks down at the zombies raising their hands trying to grab him from below.

Roar!!!

Suddenly, he heard an ominous roar from inside the room. That roar suddenly made the zombie below him stop their action.

He noticed that all of their heads were directed toward the room where he left Remy.

Then suddenly, one after another like crazy animals, the zombies rushed towards that room clawing those in front of them and trampling those that fell.

It was a bloody mess that made Marc feel goosebumps tingling all over his body.

He did not know what was happening and he felt a bit curious. So using his clear eyes and a small mirror from his pocket, he carefully peeks inside the room.

What he saw almost made him let go of his grip and fall to the ground.

The zombies are eating eat other. They are biting, clawing, and gnawing at each other like hungry wild animals.

"What is happening…?" he muttered but then suddenly remembered a vague memory.

At that time, he saw a strange scene where there were corpses but not like those of the zombies. Though the corpses were already rotting at that time, he could tell that they looked different. They look like… not human.

What he was seeing right now, made him gulp as the zombies transformed one after another, and then got killed by their peers. Those that are bitten to death would die, while those that bit them transformed into something else.

"Is this what my blood can do?" Marc thought while observing the gory scene before him.

He shook his head and decided to go up the ladder and to his room.

But halfway through he suddenly stopped.

This is because, from the corner of his eyes, he noticed a large figure walking towards the apartment complex. It almost looks like the brute that he has encountered before. Its imposing body and grayish dead flesh look ghastly and disgusting.

Roar!!!

Their eyes met and he was a bit startled when the brute roared.

"No… No… This is bad… If that thing enters this complex then my apartment might be compromised…" Marc thought as his heart felt a bit panicky.

Clenching his fist, Marc suddenly decided to take action.

Without hesitation, he jumped to the side and grabbed at the ledge of the 2nd-floor window. Then he agilely jumps to a place where no zombies are rushing.

But as soon as he landed, many of the zombies suddenly stopped in their tracks and bared their fangs in his direction.

Then like a surging tide, the zombie horde came rushing towards him.

Marc quickly runs towards the gate.

As soon as he reached the gate, he was startled as he came face to face with the brute glaring at him with its red eyes.

"Damn…" he cursed as he did not expect the brute to run towards the gate and reached it even before him.

The brute seemed to be breathing heavily as it glared at him with anger in its eyes.

Suddenly, Marc jumped towards the direction of its side as he noticed it moving its right hand. The zombie brute wanted to grab his head.

Its movement was sluggish a not fast if you look at it from a distance, but in Marc's perception, he was locked into place by its very strong killing intent.

However, Marc's body moved on its own to dodge the grip of the brute and escaped it successfully.

Marc showed a slight smile on his face as he passed by the side of the brute near its bulging stomach.

However, before he could land, his right foot was grabbed by a huge hand.

"No!" Marc unconsciously shouted as he knew that he would be dead if he could not escape this predicament.

But sometimes one's wish would not come true even if one wanted to.

He suddenly felt the whole world becoming blurry as he felt his body flying through the air.

Wham!!!

Marc felt a stinging pain in his back as he was slammed into the wall.

Luckily for him, he quickly covered the back of his head with this arm. But the pain rang through his brain as if it was being squashed.

But before he could recover, he was once again flung upwards.

He knew that if he was slammed on the ground, he would surely be in trouble.

The brute was truly powerful and strong. If he was slammed on the ground by it, no matter how strong his body is, he would surely feel pain and might even faint.

If that happens, then he would surely be zombie food.

And that is something that he did not want to happen.

However, sometimes… just sometimes… one's prayer would be answered in some unexpected ways.

Marc felt his body flying in the air and one of his aching feet becoming a bit cold.

While still grimacing in pain, he looks at his right foot which is already shoeless.

Bam!!!

Marc found himself on the roof of one of the stalls on the side of the road.

Though he escaped the brute, his body and muscles still felt painful as he was brandished like a club by that thing.

He looks at his left leg and notices that it was fractured as he can see his bone sticking out of his flesh.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Damn that brute!" he muttered while cursing the brute in his mind.

Suddenly, his eyes went wide in fear as he noticed the brute rushing at his location.

 Roar!!!

The brute yelled loudly as it ran towards the small stall.

Marc forced himself up while gritting his teeth through the pain.

 But before he could recover, the brute had already reached the stall.

Bang!!! Crash!!!

The stall shook before it broke and got destroyed.

The brute on the other hand shook its head as it hit the wall on the side making the cement show a deep crack.

It began looking around for its prey, but then it noticed that no one was on the debris. It began to throw everything on the ground and destroyed the whole stall while roaring in anger.

Meanwhile, Marc looks at it with a bit of anger on his face.

In his mind, he is already counting.

But before he could finish his counting, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

This is because… the brute stopped its movement and began sniffing the air. Then its eyes landed on his figure who was hanging on a tree branch near the small stall.

Marc could not help but curse his luck as he could only stop counting and force himself up the tree branch.

The brute did not hesitate to rush towards the tree and ram it with all its might.

Wham!!!

Roar!!!

After hitting the tree which almost made Marc fall to the ground, the zombie roared as its head was now full of blood.

"Hmm?" Marc was a bit confused as he noticed that the zombie seemed to be getting groggy when it hit its head on the tree trunk.

"This tree is not that thick…" he thought as an idea came into his mind.

With a slight smile on his face, he decided to gamble on his conjecture. He did not know if it would work or not, but if it did then he could find a way to escape his predicament.

Anyway, he has no choice at this time but to battle against that brute as it seems to be aiming to get him no matter what happens.

From the way he looks at it, the brute seems to be too focused on him for some reason. It might be that he is a living person, or might be his blood, or some other reason that he did not care.

As long as the brute is aiming at him, he has no choice but to fight it… and kill it. That is the only way to survive this dilemma.