chapter 37

N/A: Before you start reading, I will say that my description of the events of the mansion will be direct, I will talk about the description of the zombies and grotesque events word for word, so I recommend that if you do not like grotesque and bloody writing, skip this chapter and future chapters where I write that there will be grotesque content, although I have lightened it a lot.

"How I would like to try a cigarette now "Spoke Paul, who was walking through the corridors of the Spencer mansion, as he felt the mansion getting bigger by the moment, although it could be the lack of food, water, and the stress he was living with being on his toes at all times, that was playing a trick on him.

The corridors were stained with blood, like a horror movie, although he was already accustomed to such scenarios. Spending several days made him insensitive to the blood and the smell of putrefaction in the air, although the slightest sounds always made him tense, no one knew when a new creature would appear to devour him.

*sound

Blood became scarcer the further he walked, so much so that the sounds of footsteps could be heard through the desolate corridors echoing as he spoke, something that was very dangerous for those who wanted to survive.

"Surely rich people don't know what to do with so much money.....looks like building such a big mansion just as a laboratory, how I wish they'd give me some money and I'd go on a trip with my wife!"

Paul's footsteps echoed through the corridors as he reached a room, by sheer luck as he had had enough of trying to memorize his way when he always ended up somewhere else.

* groaning

"What the fuck? "Paul said as he encountered another kind of creature, it was blood red, while the muscles seemed larger and bulged above its rotting skin, its mouth kept letting off steam as it raised its now razor-like claws before rushing out after Paul.

Shit!

Paul was startled when, without expecting it, he was almost impaled by the creature's claws.

Sound

Sound

Sound

Three pistol bullets landed perfectly in the creature's head when it didn't even flinch and went all out with Paul.

"What is wrong with this creature!" complained Paul again as he holstered his pistol and drew his ML-57 Hawk submachine gun from his back.

It was the most powerful weapon he had, so if he did nothing to her, she had nothing left to do but die there without seeing her unborn child.

Sound

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10 bullets in a row were fired at the red creature's body and head, as he was slowed down, blood began to rush out of his body with each bullet that pierced the red creature.

"Is this creature immortal or what!"

The bleeding had stopped, from the red creature's body, when the monstrous level of regeneration it exhibited was demonstrated.

"Well, I better get going" Paul ran off, as he closed the door, he couldn't finish off the creature, he had no choice but to escape or he would end up as food for that strange creature.

The sounds of the door being slammed stopped, as Paul stopped running, his heart pounding as the adrenaline dissipated from his body and fatigue covered his body.

"They did feed those creatures, they had to resist 9 mm and 11.43 mm caliber bullets".

Paul fell to the ground after his comment, as blood was starting to fall from the claw wounds that were on his legs, you could tell that those red creatures were attacking to hunt, for had he not escaped he would have died once the adrenaline in his body had dissipated.

*Sigh*

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Paul tore his clothes, as he began to make a makeshift bandage, he had no first aid kit, so he had to wait for the blood to seal his wounds, to prevent further blood loss.

"Look here I had this cutie..." Paul said to himself when he found his pack of cigarettes and his lighter.

The smell of the cigarette permeated everything right after, as Paul relaxed and began to blow smoke from his mouth and nose.

For a brief moment, Paul forgot that he was in a place of extreme danger, as he lay on the floor enjoying one of the four cigarettes he still had left in the box.

*Gemido

"Look at that ruining my moment of peace," Paul said to himself, as he ran back into the red creature, which was starting to come after him, so he had no choice but to run away again. Paul didn't know where he ran off to but he was now on a rooftop that allowed him to see views of what looked like dirt and more dirt blocking the view of the beautiful sky.

They were all trapped underground and it was now 100% insured.

"Well, what do we do now...dig our way out? "The air outside the mansion was suffocating Paul, as large amounts of dust entered his nose, so he decided to enter the mansion again, only this time through another door as he did not want to meet that red creature, as he could not be killed unless they met with a more powerful weapon.

"How I wish I had brought a shotgun "of everyone in the group the only one who had the shotgun was Richard, but the problem was also that they couldn't carry many guns, as it slowed them down "It's not like it's a game to carry multiple guns" scoffed Paul, as out of the corner of his eye he glared at two weeds in pots on the other side of a glass window that led him into a white room, where some bullets lay next to the weeds.

With one kick Paul broke the window when he jumped in and fell 2 meters, which is the average drop into the room.

Sound

There was a great sound with Paul's fall as the door began to rattle with various knocks, you could tell they had heard it, but to their luck, the door was metal and would hold.

"What is this?" wondered Paul, when he saw the strange plants, one was green and one was red, he took it just in case Alan knew what each one was for.

The room quieted down when the creatures' banging stopped "Well I'd better rest here for a moment" Paul said to himself, as he stretched out in his chair and grabbed a first aid kit to better treat the claw wounds on his legs and the rest of his body.

Boy did it hurt as he began to grit his teeth, as he pulled the cloth that had stuck to his wounds, which began to bleed again.

From the first aid kit Paul took out a bottle of alcohol that he put tactlessly on the wound that began to hurt...and then bandaged the wounds with some bandages that were there, it was a novice treatment, but what could he do when he never had the idea of learning first aid.