Chapter 39 beginning of the damned, gun point

The guards of this comfortable and huge base were doing their daily tasks, from training to hunting beasts and monsters that roamed the nearby forest, Polishing and maintaining their equipment was always mandatory.

One of the said guards was heading towards the infirmary thanks to receiving a broken arm from training as his superior decided to rough him up even more since he was rejected from making any more 'advances' towards him.

Sexual orientation is something that none of the demons cared about it was just that this one liked another and wished to stay loyal thus the heavy hand before moving on to the next demon he wanted.

The soldier was walked while holding a lantern out in front of him thanks to how dark the area was, with his injured arm tied close to his chest trying to lessen the pain as any light movement of the said arm hurt quite a bit as most of his arm was mangled without a single bone in one piece from colliding fists with his unsavory partner.

Upon reaching halfway towards the infirmary, the sound of chewing and crunching reached the man's ears with how protected the base was, and the strict attention to detail the guards of the gates and walls had.

The man quickly assumed that it was just another fellow comrade that was satisfying his urges probably enjoying a snack judging from the smell of blood probably one of the berserkers again.

Or something along those lines.

As he passed the area the lantern shined towards a wall not too far from him but away from his line of sight, it was caked in blood with broken wood barrels and a head hanging off of one with most of the flesh gone and skull partially eaten.

The clueless injured soldier ignored the light noise thanks to how much he believed in the guards then resumed his trip to the infirmary.

Only that... the closer he got to it the louder the strange noise was getting and this strange feeling of unease was welling up in his chest as his heart rate was picking up, then noticed a long trail of blood as well as splattered marks along the walls near the infirmary.

He gulped before steeling himself of what might've happened, sure there were times when the inhabitants of this place played horrible pranks on others himself included but it was like someone took it to the next level as there was a finger on the ground!

He lowered himself despite the pain in his arm, then put his lantern on the ground he used a spell called night vision after putting out the light he certainly didn't want to give himself away for anyone to sneak up on, the heavy chewing and crunching grew louder as the smell of blood gradually became overwhelming, then.

when he took a peek...

The scene was obviously not a prank!

The previously injured that were sedated by the doctor were being eaten by his fellow soldiers the doctor himself was being ripped apart by four of the patients that arrived before he did nearly an hour ago!

the doctor still had a look of fear and despair plastered on his face as his body jerked with every piece of his flesh torn from his body!

The scarier thing was as they ate so voraciously that they ate even their own lips leaving their teeth exposed the majority of them were missing flesh from some areas as he started to hyperventilate in fear. he slowly, while shaking, took a step back then when he was far enough and sure than he could get away the man began running!

Only to slip on the finger that he left on the ground!

his body landing on the ground made a loud thud before silence ensued as howls of hunger and insanity followed as he climbed clumsily back to his feet making even more noise as his ravenous former friends broke through the windows, walls to get to their prey sooner as all of them chased after him faster than starving wolves on all fours!

The man forgot about his pain as adrenaline was coursing through him as he ran as fast as HE could, using magic, his enchanted boots narrowly dodging any of these crazed demons' attacks!

he began shouting for help blasting a few spells at his attackers which managed to do two things one yes the people he was calling for had arrived only to run away to another direction upon seeing the craze members as they too were running from more of these crazed and hungry for flesh friends, but at the same time, more crazed brothers and sisters in arms came charging at his retreating figure as the people they were originally chasing managed to escape leaving him as their new target!

As a telepathic message reached the minds of all of the survivors.

"to my fellow brothers and sisters, everyone are to retreat to the mess hall as soon as possible! I REPEAT! everyone are to retreat to the mess hall as soon as possible!"

Like respectable soldiers that followed orders everyone including those being chased by their crazed comrades made their way to the mess hall, while more explosions caused by magic had occurred!

And sadly for the soldier now running from the infirmary were more than 20 of these bloodied and crazy friends were hot on his trail, as their resistance to magic surpassed his spells so he can only do so much~

The man was able to reach the designated gathering area, however, his comrades noticed the insane people behind him thus after getting a few more people that arrived with corpses of those just like the ones chasing him.

They made a firm decision as the demon that he rejected the advances of looked at him with a smirk as the doors were slowly closing, they chose to abandon him!

Which logically was a good choice, since his chasers were so close to him they wouldn't be able to close the doors without suffering some casualties.

The man still running at full speed whose hopes were now crushed as were his chances of survival decided to leave them a lasting 'present since they left him to die.

As now, he wanted some company more specifically of those that he trusted in that decided to abandon him!

There were a two things that they could have done, one attack his chasers with magic but they always labeled him as a weakling so many of them were more than happy to throw him to the wolves, two kill him with the crazies as that would make things so much easier but they didn't grant him such a luxury as many of the demons are innately sadistic and cruel, they wanted him to suffer so much!

So since they were throwing him away, might as well drag them along!

Thus he used all of his magic to infuse and augment his body to further strengthen and hasten it to smash into the door as such methods are suicidal, the man successfully crashed through but his body was like a deflated balloon when his body skid off of the ground with his insides turned into mush he looked towards the demon that had a shocked look on the face of the demon that failed to have his way.

Before his eyes closed as the crazed comrades that chased him before turned their focus on the all you can eat buffet upon entering the mess hall as screams and sounds of magic echoed through the building while the leader that ordered them to gather was gathering his stuff in his office stuffing them in a satchel called an item box gathering his secret stash as the pain on his shoulder from a bite was hurting so badly now.

But a cold voice called out to him.

"Leaving so soon? I haven't even started the first chapter."

And what he saw, was a golem that stood tall while pointing an odd stick towards him.