the apartment.

I paused for a moment, recollecting the architectural features of the building. It comprised four floors, with each floor boasting a corridor leading to a sizable door. Upon entering through said door, one would find staircases and an elevator facilitating access to different levels.

My objective within this particular edifice was to descend to the first floor and make my exit, hoping to ascertain my next course of action.

Presently positioned on the third floor, I gazed toward the corridor culminating in the prominent door at its end. To my right, a pathway led to an elevator.

Myself: Let's explore...

I approached the elevator, endeavoring to ascertain its functionality. After several attempts, it became apparent that it was non-operational.

Returning to the corridor, I began inspecting each door, searching for any that might be unlocked. Eventually, I discovered one.

Myself: Hm?

Stepping into the room, I found myself in a well-appointed kitchen, accompanied by several smaller bedrooms and a living room replete with a television.

Proceeding to the kitchen, my eyes fell upon a key bearing the inscription "at the end of the hallway." In that moment, I surmised that this key likely granted access through the prominent door.

Before departing, I conducted a thorough search of the small apartment, hoping to uncover additional items of interest and, perhaps, some means of defense. Having encountered the peculiar zombie-like creatures, I harbored a premonition that I may confront them again.

It was a certainty.

While scouring the third floor, I fortuitously stumbled upon a pistol, accompanied by seven magazines.

Myself: Remarkable... This could prove useful.

Slipping the firearm into my right pocket, ensuring it remained within easy reach of my right hand, I readied myself for any potential encounters within the apartment.

Approaching the imposing door, I inserted the key I had found, and true to my recollection, a flight of stairs awaited me, offering both ascension and descent, alongside the presence of an elevator.

Descending to the second floor, a sense of unease gripped me once more, and suddenly...

AAAAAAGH!!!

Swiftly turning to my left, I beheld a grotesque creature that emitted a bloodcurdling roar before lunging at me.

Myself: Blast it!

Leaping away from the creature's oncoming attack, I tumbled to the ground, swiftly retrieving my pistol and unloading several rounds into the creature until it ceased its assault.

I pondered the origin and existence of these aberrations. It seemed as if reality itself was warping or, perhaps, the elderly man I had encountered earlier... was he somehow involved?...

Was this a meticulously orchestrated scheme?... I simply couldn't fathom. Nevertheless, an instinctual certainty compelled me to believe that further encounters with these creatures lay ahead.

Regaining my footing, I proceeded downstairs to the first floor, where I laid eyes upon a main door leading to the outside.

Myself: Thank goodness...

Approaching the door, I tested its resistance, but despite several attempts, it remained steadfast.

Myself: Damn it... How shall I escape this predicament?! Perhaps a key is required? Or perchance I need to find a way to forcefully breach it?... Damn it all.

Glancing behind me, I espied the towering door leading to the corridor of interconnected rooms. Making my way toward it, I discovered, to my relief, that it stood ajar.

As I explored the first floor, my senses heightened, scanning for any open doors that might reveal something of value. Suddenly, my attention was drawn to a door, its surface marred by the presence of blood.

At that moment, my phone chimed with a notification. Retrieving the device, I read a message from an unknown sender:

Unknown: Enter.

The conclusion of the message left me with a sickening sensation, as if nausea threatened to overtake me. Gripping my pistol tightly, I entered a state of utmost vigilance.

Pushing open the bloodstained door, I cautiously stepped inside. What I witnessed within the confined space of the small dwelling was enough to make me retch. Every inch of the house was drenched in blood—an inexplicable sight that defied rational explanation. The kitchen, the walls, the ceiling, and even the rooms were all tainted by the repulsive crimson fluid.

Moving through the gruesome spectacle, I maintained a firm grip on my weapon, my senses on high alert. I spotted a closed door that likely led to a bedroom and, without hesitation, I forcefully kicked it open. As anticipated, the room revealed itself to be a small bedroom, its surfaces soaked in blood.

Upon the bed, a piece of paper caught my attention. It bore four numbers inscribed upon it:

"4, 8, 2, 1"

A realization dawned upon me—I understood the purpose of these numbers. They were likely the code to operate the elevator located near the staircase.

Folding the paper, I secured it within my pocket. Just then, a crash echoed through the air, accompanied by a piercing scream.

Myself: !!!

Swiftly pivoting, I exited the blood-drenched bedroom, scanning my surroundings with a sense of urgency. Left and right, nothing greeted my eyes.

Without delay, I hastened my departure from the macabre abode, an eerie sensation clinging to my very being. As I stepped out into the open, I glanced to my left, only to encounter the sight of two of those abhorrent creatures charging towards me.

With precision, I aimed my pistol, swiftly dispatching one of the fiends. However, the second creature pounced upon me, slamming me against the wall, causing my pistol to fall to the floor.

Myself: UGH!...

As I peered at the towering creature pinning me against the wall, its immense stature and muscular frame became apparent. Standing at a towering height of about 6'7", it exuded a formidable presence. Its enraged countenance revealed rows of menacing shark-like teeth, accompanied by drooling saliva.

Summoning all my strength, I swiftly attempted to dislodge the creature, delivering a powerful punch to its liver region, followed by an uppercut to its menacing face. The impact forced the creature to stagger backward, giving me a momentary reprieve.

Seizing the opportunity, I sprinted toward my fallen pistol, reclaiming it with haste. Wasting no time, I emptied my first magazine into the beast, relentlessly firing until the monstrous abomination succumbed and collapsed lifelessly.

I gasped for breath, my chest heaving with exertion.

Myself: What are these creatures?! Are they... demons?

Taking a moment to compose myself, I reloaded my pistol, now left with only six magazines remaining.

Myself: Hm... I need to reach that elevator now that I have these numbers.

Returning to the prominent door at the end of the hallway, I opened it, stepping into the area with the stairs and the elevator. As I moved through the space, searching for an elevator upon which I could input the numerical code, I eventually located one on the fourth floor.

Now standing before the elevator, my eyes focused on the keypad.

Myself: Alright... the numbers are...

With a deliberate motion, I retrieved the paper from my pocket, carefully unfolding it.

Myself: 4, 8, 2, 1...

Returning the paper to its place in my pocket, I shifted my attention back to the keypad, fingers poised to input the sequence. With each key pressed, a sense of anticipation gripped me until, finally, success.

The elevator whirred to life, its mechanism reactivated, ready to transport me to the desired destination.

Myself: Okay...

Before stepping into the elevator, a foreboding sensation overcame me. I felt an impending sense of danger, yet there seemed to be no other option available.

Reluctantly, I entered the elevator, aware that my fate would soon be determined.

A few seconds passed as I waited patiently for the elevator to reach its destination. Finally, it came to a halt, and the doors slid open, revealing a nightmarish scene.

Stepping out of the elevator, I surveyed the surroundings with growing horror. It was as if I had entered an alternate version of the stairs and elevator, except everything was drenched in blood. The elevator, the stairs, the walls, and even the ceiling were shrouded in a macabre crimson hue. The stench that permeated the air was repulsive, assaulting my senses.

I couldn't help but feel traumatized by the gruesome sight before me. The stairs seemed to lead only downward, into the unknown depths below.

Myself: Oh God...

An already unsettling feeling escalated to sheer terror. There was no choice but to continue descending. Gripping my gun tightly, fear coursing through my veins, I proceeded down the stairs, one "floor" at a time.

After descending several levels, I encountered a sprawling hallway that extended to the right at its end.

Myself: ...

With trepidation, I ventured toward the ominous hallway, my heart pounding in my chest. Step by step, I advanced, reaching the end, where the other path branched off.

Cautiously, I peered ahead, noticing a straight corridor that led to a massive door.

Without hesitation, I pressed forward, reaching the door and pushing it open. Stepping inside, I found myself in a dimly lit room spanning 25 meters in length. As I entered, the door behind me mysteriously closed, sealing me inside.

Then, to my astonishment, the lights flickered to life.

Myself: !!!

In that moment, my eyes widened in shock as I beheld a colossal creature. Standing at an imposing height of approximately 10 feet, its immense form dominated the room. The creature held a menacing mace in its grasp, its presence exuding a palpable sense of danger.

The creature charged at me, wielding its massive mace, but I swiftly evaded its attack, moving out of harm's way. As I glanced at its back, I noticed a prominent bulge, suggesting that it might be the creature's vulnerability. I had to exploit that weak spot and destroy it.

Turning its attention back to me, the creature prepared to strike once more. I needed to create an opportunity to strike its weak point.

Me: Come on, you colossal fiend!

The creature let out a deafening roar, its mind consumed by rage. Despite its brute strength, I knew that by strategizing and working smart, I could overcome this formidable adversary.

As the creature lunged towards me, swinging its mace with tremendous force, I deftly evaded its attack, causing the weapon to collide with a metal wall, nearly shattering it. Seizing the moment, I aimed my gun at the vulnerable bump on the creature's back and fired, eliciting a pained scream from the beast.

AAAAAAAAAGH!!!

For several minutes, I exerted all my efforts, deftly avoiding the creature's relentless assaults while relentlessly targeting its weak spot. With every ounce of strength, I relentlessly attacked.

Finally, the bump was destroyed.

The creature stood frozen for a moment, unleashing a bone-chilling roar. It dropped its mace to the ground, clutching its own head before tearing it from its body, collapsing lifeless onto the floor.

The sight of such a gruesome spectacle left me even more traumatized, but my exhaustion was overwhelming. I felt my strength waning, and pain coursed through my body.

Overwhelmed by the sheer ordeal, I couldn't hold back any longer. I vomited and collapsed onto the ground, succumbing to unconsciousness.

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