Cannibal Cult pt1

Tyger broke open the cage. Jennifer grabbed me like a scaredy cat and didn't let go. This girl must have suffered a lot from these bastards. So, I guess comforting her will help. After that, Tyger removed the girl's collar and chains, then I took off my jacket and wrapped it around her naked body. The chains must have hurt the skin on her arms and legs due to the friction from trying to break free. It was bleeding badly.

"You take her back to the camp," I looked toward Tyger, "I'll handle things here. She's way too weak."

"I'll take care of her, she'll be fine. Doc have treated people worse than her condition. So, don't worry. And Karl," Tyger grabbed my arm tightly, "Don't leave these sick motherfuckers alive. Kill every single one of them!"

"That's the plan. Now, hurry."

Tyger went on her knees as I helped Jennifer to get on her back and wrapped the rope we always carry with us around her waist to prevent her from falling, "Ok. I'll be back soon. Be careful. We don't know how many of these sickos are hiding in there. Ange might have scouted this place, but we can't be too careful. Just don't drop your guard."

She left with Jennifer, making her way back to the camp. I opened the other cage and closed that half-eaten girl's eyes. Her body and the bleeding look fresh. "Damn it! Had we arrived a day earlier, she might still be alive. Fuckers cut off her flesh while she was still alive." I could see the bloody nail marks on the wall. She died too painfully.

I stood up and pulled out my handgun.

"Karl. I'm sorry. I should have checked things thoroughly," Ange spoke with a hint of sadness in her voice.

I shook my head, "It's not your fault. Your mission was to scouting not rescuing. Besides, she was caged and they cut off her tongue a long time ago, you couldn't have known." I noticed her missing tongue from her open mouth. Now she has gone past the pain of the world. Her suffering was over, the reaper's arms cradled her soul, taking her away from the nightmares and pain of her physical existence.

I touched her cheek, 'I couldn't save you, sorry. But I promise to kill every single one of them as painfully as possible. Then, I'll be back to put your body to rest, and don't worry, I won't let you come back as a monster again in this dead world.' I pressed the gun to her head and took the shot. The silencer muffled the sound. I stood up and turned around. I'll be back soon...

I made my way toward the main camp with two handguns, fully loaded. There should be two more left, but I just hope there are more than two of these bastards inside the compound. After five minutes of moving from corner to corner and running up and down, I arrived at the gate.

Before me, were big metal-made gates. A key was needed to pass the outer gate, which was linked with the metal fencing that protected the entrance of the facility. The whole complex had been overgrown with vegetation. Vines were growing up on the concrete structures and military vehicles surrounding it. Over the year, the rain, snow, and winds had ravaged the complex and left its mark.

Humm... On my right was a big tree. If I climb it, I should be able to jump into the complex through the broken part of the gate and fence. It wasn't the safest method, but it should do. I quickly climbed up that tree and jumped through the broken fencing, making sure not to cut myself on the metal or drop the guns.

The first thing I did was check the lock and just as I thought. It was locked from the inside. I checked the ground. There was a straight clean route through overgrown grass... Someone must have walked this same path every day, as a result, the grass and plants haven't had a chance to recover. I opened the lock. It was a simple, but big lock. So, with a pin and a little fiddling, it was open. Now, Tyger shouldn't have trouble getting in.

Then, I made my way toward the building, while hiding through the overgrown plantation. After getting closer I noticed that only the front part of the building was open, but the main gate that gives access to the main part of the base was shut locked by Shield's security measures. There were two men, sleeping inside. Empty alcohol bottles were everywhere. Cigarette butts scattered over the floor.

They have assault rifles in their grasp and just like those we killed outside, these two were also wearing some expensive clothes and a little bit less jewelry. And bastards are snoring as if the end of the world is not even a concern anymore. They must be the night guards, taking a nap time.

Well...

I crept in closer without making a single sound. Then, I slowly took away their rifles and took two empty bottles...

Smash! Smash! Shatter! Shatter!

I smashed those two bottles on those bastards' faces. They jumped up, but before they could scream, I threw two quick chops on their throats, smashing their Adams apple, and stood up, looking around the corners to see if there were any more hidden in here or if there were any trap doors or hidden compartments. But sadly, there weren't any...

Those two grabbed their faces, trying to scream, and gargle the blood coming from their mouths. The glass shards were sticking out of their faces as they choked on their own blood. They tried to crawl away, grabbing their throat. I kicked their balls from behind, making them stop. Now they grabbed their crotch and turned on their backs, with a painful expression written all over their face, wanting me to give them a mercy bullet.

"It hurts, doesn't it?" I dragged the rusted chair from the corner and sat on it. That girl's face was still fresh in my mind, the memories of her dying agony plaguing me. I killed many, I know that. They came after my life and I had to kill them. But this... This is just... Fuck! I have never encountered a cannibal cult in my life.

I knew this world was dead, yet, never thought I'd have to witness such horrible things.

"How many people did you motherfuckers eat?" I glared at the cultists. "How many people you fuckers tortured before eating them?"

These bastards could only whimper in pain.

"I am not gonna end your suffering here. Do you know why?" I picked up another bottle that was lying near my feet, "Because I made a promise... I'm gonna show you freak what it really feels like when someone slices off your flesh from your body when you are alive. But I can understand your situation. I won't be that guy to kill your two when you are down after sneaking in... Oh, no. I'm gonna give you two a choice. But first, get on your knees and stop acting like a kid."

Those two somehow managed to do it and so, they were kneeling on the floor while gripping their balls and coughing nonstop. Blood and drool were falling on the ground making messy red pools near their knees.

"You guys must have played games with your victims, right? Like when you were choosing which part to cut off after playing a game, then bandaged them to keep them alive. You can't eat rotten flesh, after all, then you'd repeat the process till they died, right?" I asked.

Those two nodded and one even raised his hand up.

"Good! The both of you know the answer," I smiled.

"W-W-Why a-are you asking t-this, K-Kill us, already! P-pleaa-se!"

"It-was- Our terr... Cough! our... Territor—iy. It is! It's o—ur territory!!" The other one said that while looking around for a way out. He had an Italian accent.

"What?!" I took out a Swiss army knife from my pants pocket, "Now you are claiming the rights of territory, here? Hahahaha! You fuckheads are really a piece of work... Where are the rest of your group? There is no way that only seven of you pulled these off and captured those crawlers all by yourselves. So, speak and I'll give the one to answer a life point. You better hurry up."

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