A Cold Voice

The whistling of Brick attracted the zombies above and changed their target from the door to below them.

Their hurried movements caused them to push those among them which lead to some of them being pushed down the stairs or towards the barrier that was stopping them.

Another zombie fell from above while another fell down the stairs then was followed by another.

The noise they created drew the attention of those on the other side of the doors on the nearby floors but they could not be pushed open.

They could only helplessly push against the doors and listen to the noises coming from within.

Brick watched as the zombies messily moved around and fell down to the lower floors while a lot more rolled down the stairs and hit the wall.

He whistled again and more zombies followed, those that survived the impact of the fall tried to stand or crawl towards Brick but other zombies came crashing down into them.

A cold smile was on the face of Brick and he walked carefully down the steps to reach the lower floor then whistled again.

The zombies that were below him after they had bounced back onto the stairs were stabbed to make sure they were dead.

"Hrr."

"Uuuuuh.."

"Gruuu."

Each time he whistled, the reaction of the zombies would be to seek out the noise and they would be unable to stably walk down the stairs.

They either died during the fall down the stairs, after they hit the wall that stopped them or some had survived but were injured.

Those that fell later had their fall cushioned a little by the bodies of the others but they had still sustained a little damage to their bones during the fall.

Once they were able to rise up again after having others fall onto them, they rolled down the next flight of stairs on their own or were pushed by the others that were struggling.

Once Brick had reached floor B, the sounds inside grew quieter and the movements of the zombies had become much less.

He came to the decision that it was the right time to act and stepped up the steps again.

The axe in his hand was swung downward to each head that was still left intact and he then walked up the stairs until he reached floor G.

He pushed at the door and then let out a sigh. 'It is blocked or locked. I kind of guessed it….'

He looked up towards the upper floors and sighed. 'Just gotta check further up for now.'

It did not take too long before he had killed more zombies on the way up that had been unable to get up again and the doors had been checked to be closed.

He was feeling a little tired from swinging around his knife and axe while going up and down the stairs so he took a moment to rest up and clean himself up a little with what was inside of his bag.

The overalls were taken off and were placed to the side and he wiped his body down with some wet wipes.

The overalls were placed in a small pile on the stairs and he had a quick break to replenish his lost energy and drank a little water that had the crystal nucleus granules inside. 'Come on.. stupid body! Give me my damned power!'

There were some that should have awakened their power in a day or two without the assistance of the method he was using so Brick was feeling a little angry and helpless that his had not yet shown itself.

There were cases where some less talented people or less hardworking people who had taken what he was using and would not awaken for a much longer time.

Sometimes it depended on the energy needed to activate the power but others it was due to a lack of talent.

Brick was someone that loved all kinds of novels that were action related and had different types of powers whether they were superpowers, magic, skills or the use of some type of energy to achieve a high amount of power so he craved a power more than anyone.

Even if it was a poorly graded power, he would make use of it in the ways he could so he could have a better chance of survival.

A poorly graded power was better than having none and with his knowledge, even the worst of powers could be explored to find its possibilities that others would miss out on.

Others that gained powers could be guided by him towards a direction they were more suited to.

Brick finished resting up, cleaning and eating then placed his bag back onto his back then arrived back at the door on floor G.

His hand hit against the door and he he called out. "Is anyone there? Are survivors inside? It is safe out here. No more dead here. Only living."

The other side had a fearful male voice that responded. "Go somewhere else. We have no room for you here."

Brick rolled his eyes and replied in an annoyed tone. "Is there a Tanya Reed among the survivors on this floor? I have been sent by her father to pick her up."

The voice replied again. "I think there is someone by that name but you cannot enter. I was told to keep this closed no matter what."

Brick increased his tone to sound more demanding. "I will wait for you to ask if I can be let inside since I know the protocols taken during this time but if you do nothing then I can only force my way in. If I do that then the noise created will draw in the dead and you will be lacking a door to block them. Please think clearly."

Footsteps were heard on the other side which grew quieter as they went further away then hurried footsteps of many people came closer to the door. "Who did you say you were here for? Tanya?"

The voice was a little cold but very pleasant to hear and it stirred the soul of Brick the moment he heard it. "It is Brick, I am one of the trainee security and bodyguards of the family that you yourself sponsored many years ago. Your father has sent me to save you."

The door opened and the girl opposite him that stood in front of some others looked towards him.

She had a bow and quiver on her back and was wearing simple clothing that was better suited to allowing a quick draw so she was dressed in a simple black sleeveless top, black pants and sneakers.

Her long auburn hair was tied back into a ponytail and she had a pair of sharp looking brown eyes that made weaker people feel intimidated or would hesitate to approach her carelessly.

Her voice sounded a little confused as she asked. "Did father just send you on your own?"

Brick looked towards her and the group of vigilant looking people behind her. "There is one more but he is not with me right now. i will go into the details later young miss."

She nodded and turned her back to him as she lead the way. "Mm.. let him in. There is no need for that. Just call me Tanya."

Brick sighed with relief. 'Thank the gods that she is not a stuck up young miss type and actually seems a little warmer than she appears or has been written as.'

His first impressions of her from the first meeting had already let him not feel too regretful that Tanya was the one he was bound to.

The memories from Brick had let him get a clearer grasp of how she really was but it was better to see things for himself than rely on the memories of someone that was overly biased towards her.