Special Infected and Dire Circumstances

Night quickly came.

According to Hanne's memories, the infection started just today, so his parents may still be huddled inside their home. They would surely be at some kind of shelter at least for the night. Han would make sure to reach them in time, it was pretty close, after all, he only had to travel two more blocks.

Han leaped over zombies once again, relaxed and yet swift. His figure sped through the streets as the sun sunk on the horizon. Various lights seemed much more bright, the fires, the sparks of electricity from broken down cables, and flashes of the gunshots from afar. Such things painted the city streets into a dreadful scene.

Very quickly, Han balanced himself on top of a streetlight staring at an apartment right in front of him. Such a marvelous structure in Han's eyes, as big as some of the noble's residences in his past world. Hanne's parents lived on the 6th floor of the apartment complex in room 612. Han could see inside that the place had zombies all over, and yet climbing wasn't much of an option.

Aside from stamina concerns, Han couldn't climb this time due to spotting several zombies hanging around windows, and those that don't have zombies either have ominous blood all over the ledges or are just tightly shut. He can see several survivors as well looking at him from above with a mixture of rather suspecting, pitiful, and confused gazes. Some were horrified that Han was luring more zombies near the area, while some were just watching to see him die.

Han stood atop a streetlight, with a group of zombies below that was ever-increasing. A zombie from inside the complex spotted the commotion and staggered towards them. Han noticed this and started to bang on the streetlight with his bat to lure the zombies. The zombies did in fact come towards him but not all of them. He needed more commotion, needed as much noise as possible. He heaved a breath before going wild with his streetlight bashing while screaming like a drunken man on a rampage.

"Come on Zombies! Come and get your hot steaming pile of Han!"

It worked like a wonder, it was so effective that even zombies from neighboring buildings started to stumble onto the streets. They lurched towards in an ever so slow manner but what could be said to be terrifying was the way they charged with no regard for anything else aside for Han. A horde was now below him, pushing and pulling. The streetlight started to sway.

Han wasn't sure if this was such a good idea now.

The distance that he could jump on zombies' heads was rather limited, and Han was pretty sure he would be way over his limit now if he jumped down, but the entrance was now clear. All he had to do was get through the horde without getting his flesh chomped off, then he would just have to barricade the damn door.

As Han was brainstorming, A gut-wrenching shriek echoed throughout the city streets. It muffled the mindless moaning of the infected below him, it felt as if it was the only sound in the whole city, announcing it was about to hunt. Han felt a cold shiver run down his spine as immense danger radiated behind him, and as he turned there it was. A bloodied figure speeding towards him from four blocks away. As it got closer Han saw its long and thin legs, its disgustingly unproportioned arms, and a head that was hanging loosely on top of its chest. For the first time ever since he came to this world, he felt the familiar feeling of death looming over him.

Rapidly he swayed back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, until the streetlight started to fall towards the ground, but he only had to curse his luck as it didn't land towards the apartment complex. He hoped to use the streetlight as a headstart towards the apartment doors, now he was heading towards the doors of hell. The streetlight fell towards the monster, who was now seconds away.

He held his bat tight and prepared to fight to the death. With a battle cry, he leaped towards the monster and battered it on the head. It screeched as it fell down beneath the streetlight and had one of its legs crushed underneath it, while Han got launched into a horde of zombies.

Han landed on a head, almost falling into the sea of zombies but with a quick step he regained his balance. He leaped over several heads hoping to land at a zombie that wouldn't crumble to the ground once Han stepped on it. As he was running, he heard the monster's screeches from behind him. Han didn't even dare to turn back to see if it got free from the streetlight, he had to focus on where he was going. If a zombie appeared inside while he was running towards the doors he had to be prepared.

He rolled on the ground as he reached the edge of the zombie horde and entered the apartment complex, quickly closing the door behind him. Just in time to see the monster's long thin legs get free from the streetlight. He quickly blocked the doors by the handle, putting his baseball bat in between. In a matter of seconds, he threw everything he could at the door, drawers, chairs, dead bodies, cabinets, and baggage. The zombies kept banging on the door, but the barrier held, for the meantime.

He was about to catch his breath when a woman's scream from one of the upper floors made him tense up. Han looked around and picked up a random dead body's leg as a weapon and stretched his neck. The doors may have prevented the zombies from going in, but now he was trapped in here with things that evoke terror. He could only hope that there were only zombies and humans here, especially after seeing that monster from outside. The thought of being trapped in such a tight space with one of those things made Han's nerves tingle, even with his mental age.

"I really really hate this world," Han said, as he reluctantly entered an elevator, not bothering to avoid stepping on the bodies on his path. "Now, how do these work."

Han looked at the numbers and pressed six, the elevator doors started to close but they were stopped by a corpse. He kicked the corpse away to let the doors close and observed with curiosity. Browsing through Hanne's memory, these inventions, these things called technology were all really wonderful things but they made people lethargic.

In Han's world, everything was done the hard way. Through long and agonizing periods of training, experience, and a bit of alchemy. Reminiscing about his world, he felt rather somber. While he may have been alone most of the time, for the times he wasn't, he was with people he was rather fond of.

"Just what does fate have in store for me?" He thought to himself as the number on the panel turned to 4 and the elevator stopped. Han knew what this meant. He placed both hands on the foot of the corpse leg weapon and readied himself for battle. The elevator doors opened and there a girl stood, a woman to be precise. She pointed the gun at Han with an intense gaze that could make any man falter. Her green eyes darted towards Han's hands which were holding on tightly to a dead man's leg and then went back to look him in the eye, but this time her eyes had a hint of confusion.

Behind her bizarre blonde hair, there were people. All held onto their makeshift weapons tightly, ready to attack at any moment.

Han was going to flirt with her initially but he remembered he was in a sixteen year old's body. He instead made use of his pitiful thin body and Hanne's cute innocent face to gain sympathy. Crying on command was easy since as a kid thrown on the streets, Han did this a lot to trick poor suckers.

He dropped the leg and started to tear up, rather convincingly, since the woman's eyes softened, but it steeled once again just as fast. "Did you get bitten or injured by those things?" She asked.

"No, please, let me in. If I was bitten I wouldn't even dare to ask for help. I couldn't bear to think what would happen if I was infected." Han said with a breaking voice, he put on an act of trying to act tough as he did.

"I...Let's get to the doctor first, she'll be the one to examine whether you're telling the truth." She turned and proceeded to walk towards the far end of the hallway, "Follow me."

Han obeyed, resisting the urge to pick up his weapon, as he did. The people inside eyed him suspiciously, most with pity, while some eyed him with recognition. Han recognized them as well, they were the ones watching him earlier when he was on the streetlight. They didn't hide the fact that they doubted he was uninjured as they were on guard. Some whispered to each other to not let him in.

These were the kind of people that Han despised in his old world. The smart ones. Han was wearing a very bloody school uniform, and it can't be seen through sight whether he was really injured or not, so it would have been safer to not let him in. Luckily, there were much more people sympathetic to his act.

Han paced through rooms and followed the beautiful woman with bizarre hair closely, she kept looking back behind her shoulder as she led him into a very bloody room. Blood was smeared all over the floor, dragging into a room with many beds. They entered and passed through patients, mostly adults. They were missing parts of their bodies, missing arms, legs, or hands, a sight which was normal for Han. They turned and entered a rather isolated place within the room, covered in clean white sheets. It was like a curtain, blocking vision inside and out.

Han assumed it was an operating room of sorts, but, when they lifted the sheets what he saw was an elderly woman, sitting beside a child missing an arm. She was stroking his hair very gently, as if afraid he would shatter. The child seemed no older than six years old, a pale little boy, breathing with visible difficulty. The elderly woman seemed as if she was just weeping.

Han closed his eyes slowly and sighed.