Chapter 2: What happend.

Owen's heart raced with excitement as he observed the newfound skill he had gained. A surge of exhilaration coursed through his veins, causing something within him to fundamentally change. It was as if a dormant part of his being had been awakened, and he felt a newfound sense of purpose.

As he moved, Owen couldn't help but notice a remarkable difference in his body's response. He felt lighter, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, enabling him to move with an uncanny grace and agility. Each step he took was a symphony of fluidity, his muscles adjusting effortlessly to enhance his stealth.

Gone were the clumsy, awkward movements that had once hindered him. Now, Owen's body seemed to possess an innate understanding of how to navigate the shadows, how to blend seamlessly into the darkness. It was as if his very being had become attuned to the art of stealth, adapting effortlessly to the environment.

"Well, this should prove to be quite useful," Owen thought to himself, a glimmer of excitement dancing in his eyes. With the data knife firmly in his grasp, he approached the only exit to the storage room where he had awakened. However, he soon encountered his first obstacle: a keypad secured the door, preventing him from progressing any further.

Without hesitation, Owen swiftly armed himself with the data knife, recognizing its potential as a versatile tool. With a determined grip, he pried off the keypad panel, revealing the electronic mechanism beneath. Carefully, he inserted the data knife into the exposed circuitry, causing it to come alive with a soft hum of energy.

The screen at the base of the handle illuminated, displaying a progress bar that began to steadily ascend. Owen's heart raced with anticipation as he watched the percentage rise, the seconds ticking by like an eternity. It took approximately ten seconds for the bar to reach completion, and as it did, the once-imposing metal doors before him shot open with a resounding clang.

As the doors swung open, Owen prepared to take his first step into the unknown. But before he could even move, a pungent and overpowering smell assaulted his senses, causing him to involuntarily stumble backward. The scent was a noxious combination of decay and mold.

"Damn, that is absolutely wretched!" Owen exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of disgust and horror. Slowly recovering from the overwhelming stench, he cautiously approached the door, his heart pounding with trepidation. Little did he know that what awaited him on the other side would be a sight that would forever haunt him.

As the heavy metal doors swung open, revealing the long hallway outside the storage room, Owen's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. The scene before him was straight out of a nightmare. The hallway was lined and covered with a macabre display of death and destruction, a haunting tableau of twisted bodies.

The corpses that littered the hallway appeared as if they had been mummified, their flesh shriveled and decayed. Others were horrifically torn in half, their remains scattered haphazardly across the floor. The sight of their mutilated forms made it nearly impossible to discern their identities, their faces contorted in an eternal expression of agony.

Owen's stomach churned, and bile rose in his throat as he took in the grim sight. The air grew thick with the stench of decay, mingling with the metallic tang of blood, creating a nauseating symphony of odors that threatened to overwhelm him. It was a gruesome reminder of the horrors that had unfolded in this forsaken place.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from the grisly scene before him. The hallway, once a corridor of passage, had been transformed into a macabre graveyard. The sheer number of corpses was staggering, an unsettling testament to the horrors that had transpired in this desolate place.

wen inhaled deeply, his resolve solidifying as he prepared to face the horrors that awaited him. With a steady hand, he took his first step out of the room that had been his awakening, his shoes sinking slightly into the dried blood that stained the hallway floor. He focused on moving forward, trying to ignore the sickening squelch of organs and coagulated blood beneath his feet.

As he navigated through the labyrinthine hallways, Owen's eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for anything that might be of use in this grim environment. Amidst the sea of corpses, he spotted a glimmer of hope. Nestled amidst the carnage, he discovered a sleek, futuristic 9mm pistol, a weapon that could potentially turn the tide in his favor. Alongside it lay a small cache of approximately 20 bullets, a valuable find in this desolate place.

Owen's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty as he examined the 9mm pistol he had discovered. While he had never fired a gun before in his life, he was no stranger to the virtual world of shooters. He had spent countless hours honing his skills and becoming intimately familiar with the mechanics of firearms, even if it was all in a virtual realm.

Drawing upon his gaming experience, Owen held the pistol with both hands, his fingers instinctively finding the proper grip. He carefully loaded the bullets into the magazine, his movements deliberate and methodical. Though lacking practical experience, he hoped that his virtual training would be enough to guide him through the challenges he would face.

Once the pistol was loaded, Owen holstered it securely, feeling a newfound sense of confidence coursing through his veins. However, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling of unease, knowing that the true test of his abilities would come when he had to pull the trigger for the first time.

With the pistol now at his side, Owen stashed the data knife in his back pocket, trusting its utility to aid him in other ways. He continued his exploration, his footsteps echoing through the dimly lit corridors as he ventured deeper into the unknown.

His journey eventually led him to a room that emanated a faintly familiar aura. As he stepped inside, his eyes were immediately drawn to a large, imposing machine in the center of the room. It was a med bay, or at least what Owen could only assume was one.

Curiosity piqued, Owen approached the machine, his gaze scanning its intricate buttons and monitors. Its design and functionality resonated with a distant memory, triggering a sense of familiarity within him. Unable to resist the urge, he reached into his back pocket and retrieved his data knife.

With a swift motion, he jammed the data knife into the large machine, its circuits coming alive with a surge of energy. The data knife, a versatile tool in his possession, swiftly hacked into the machine, its digital prowess unmatched. In less than a second, the machine responded, its once dormant state now illuminated with a vibrant glow.

A glass container nestled in the middle of the machine began to emit a series of focused lasers, dancing and weaving in a mesmerizing display of light. As the lasers worked their magic, a small robot began to take shape, piece by piece. Owen watched in awe as the tiny machine came to life, floating gracefully out of the glass container.

The robot, a marvel of technology, hovered before Owen, its presence both intriguing and enigmatic. It emanated a faint hum as it surveyed its surroundings, its mechanical eyes scanning the room.

"Hello sir, i'm a medical operator Is there anything I could do for you?"

"Shit" Owen said quitely as he relized where he was at