chapter 53

Letter N4

If anyone reads this...surrender, it is impossible to escape from here, this is hell itself, I have already lost all hope of escaping.

The only thing left is to end my life, I didn't want to end up as one of those creatures, all my team ended up dead.

We were from a group of Special Tactics and Rescue Services or S.T.A.R.S. for short, we belonged to the omega group, who had gone to investigate the strange disappearances in the Spencer mansion, a mansion that was unnamed since it seemed that it was backed by great powers.

But even with the support of my team members, we managed to enter the mansion, at first we found some scientists, but we fell into a trap that led us to be trapped in the subway facilities of the mansion.

With teamwork, we discovered that the whole subway mansion was a puzzle, the problem with that was that we didn't know what to do first, the doors were locked and reinforced, so we couldn't break it.

This is how we spent several days in the mansion until we decided to attack the strange zombie, which escaped once we attacked from afar with the rifles.

But we didn't know that we would be ambushed by a bunch of zombies who saw us and came at full speed towards us, they were faster and stronger than normal zombies.

After that ambush, we managed to survive, but there were only three of us left, we were somewhat wounded, so we decided not to chase the strange zombie, after all, it was apparently very intelligent.

This taught me a great lesson, you should always be aware of everything, we thought the zombies were dumb, but apparently, the dumb ones were us for underestimating the zombies so much.

It was from that event that they started to happen, everything fell apart.

When escaping and looking for a momentary shelter to rest, we met people in the corridors of sector B, who shot at us immediately after seeing us, they looked crazy, the only one who could escape from that event was me, now I am alone in a place where I not only have to worry about the zombies but also about other humans.

If this message reaches anyone, please tell my sister Claire that I am really sorry for not being a great brother, but loneliness will get the better of me and if I don't really end my life, I will most likely become a madman like the ones who attacked me.

"Wow...everyone apparently ended up dead in this mansion "Alan said to himself, with a sad look on his face.

Every person that the umbrella wanted to decide about always ended up either killed by people or killed by the umbrella's biological weapons.

"Wait?...the ink is still fresh, apparently it was written recently "alan at that moment remembered the lifeless body of the person who was apparently being eaten by the cannibal group.

"In the end...this last letter happened just at this time... "at his discovery Alan felt shocked, the reason they were with such a small group of zombies was that S.T.A.R.S forces were always killing them.

But what did they do, they finished off the two remaining members of the group of the man who just wrote the letter, even though it wasn't Alan and his old group that killed the policeman's group, they still had to take responsibility for leaving the cannibal group alive.

"What is that? "Alan wondered, once he saw a door in the subway, apparently leading to one more room, there was what appeared to be a special forces suit with body armor and a new weapon called an M4 Carbine.

M4 is a family of automatic assault rifles in the carbine version, derived from theAR-15 rifle.

That weapon was an ideal close-range weapon, which was very useful to Alan, who unhesitatingly put down his old submachine gun.

There were 90 rounds of the weapon, which was very beneficial to Alan who, although he had more bullets in his submachine gun, the carbine model M4 was better at saving bullets.

"What happened to the guy who wrote the letter, I understand he was going to commit suicide, but if he's not here something must have happened" (Alan).

"Well it is better to go for the zombie

queen, I have about three grenades, which will help me to finish with the zombie queen, it is better to go to the food storage of the infirmary, I have to go for some flour, to see that wretch "said Alan as he went to get some flour, he planned to throw it to the zombie queen, who in contact with the flour would be seen, at which time Alan, thought to use the grenades to finish with her.

Alan already had his plan and went full speed ahead to get the flour.

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Paul and Madison, who had been running from the zombie, were still being chased by the zombies.

On the bright side, of the zombies following the two of them, only ten of the zombies were left behind Paul and Madison.

"It's not uncommon for these zombies to be faster than normal zombies....whether they stop or not "He fell silent Paul.

"Son crimson head" I complete Paul's sentence, madison.

Paul and Madison's speculation should be impossible, it was impossible to believe in that theory, since crimson heads always have their characteristic claws and skin color, but the speed with which they ran and the steam they let out of their mouths was similar to a crimson head.

"Watch out!" I hear madison Paul's voice, moments before claws are inches from Paul's face.

Hopes of survival were fading in slow motion, as memories of Paul's life began to come into Paul's mind, in a flash of light.

*Bursting sound

The sound of a gun sounded in the room, moments before the zombie bit Paul's neck, who could do nothing but stand in shock watching the zombie on the floor, which moments later began to transform into a crimson head to the further bewilderment of both Madison and Paul.

For one zombie to transform into another is something I had never seen before and it was impossible for zombie variants with unexplained abilities to evolve so quickly, madison knew that very well.

For although zombies are very adaptable and can evolve very fast, they can't gain those abilities so fast, because they mostly need many conditions, which were not yet known for sure what they were.

"Are you all right?.... "An unknown man's voice came from an alleyway, he looked somewhat gaunt and thin, but that didn't hide his big 6'1" figure that in his prime must have been muscular like that of a well-trained military man.

The man apparently had a rare suit that Paul had not seen, which bore the acronym S.T.A.R.R.S.

"Who are you..." cautiously asked the newly appeared man Madison, who although she had seen how the strange man saved Paul, was not so foolish as to automatically trust him because of the strange man.