Morhdekai ducked behind a vending machine, dodging a charging Korpsekrieg charging by, who then slammed into the steel door he had just enetered, leaving a huge dent in its wake. Morhdekai grabbed the Infected, and swung the zombie around into his approaching undead comrades.
He slammed the vending machine into the marble floor, and kicked it across the room with ease.
After he was sure they were all dead, he pressed the button on his headset, allowing him to communicate with Emile.
"Emile, where the fuck are you?" Morhdekai said, obviously enraged. He wasn't mad at Emile, but rather at Alice, blaming her for their separation. Emile didn't respond, but Morhdekai waited for a second.
Little did Morhdekai know that he had interrupted Emile in the middle of a kiss with Alice. The action in question may have lasted forever, if not for that interruption.
Emile receded and put a claw gently to the mouth of Alice. She understood and blushed, backing against the wall.
Emile pressed the communications switch on his headset, cracking his neck. "Morhdekai, where are ya?" He asked, blushing a little bit himself.
"I'm in our old stomping ground," He said, jokingly. "The test facility. It's been overrun by Infected, and I've discovered some new types. The scientists were gonna kill me but... they sorta-kinda got eaten alive."
"I'll be there in moments," Emile said, turning back to Alice.
"See ya in a few," Morhdekai muttered before severing the connection.
There was silence there for about five seconds. To Alice and Emile, though, It felt like they had been staring into each other's eyes for several years.
"I... I'm sorry," Alice said, looking down and pouting a bit.
"No, it's... it's fine. I enjoyed it," Emile replied, smiling.
Alice brushed up against Emile, and kissed him on the cheek. "You have somewhere to be. Go save your friend, you freak." She giggled a bit.
Emiled smiled in reaply, and ran up the steel stairs, knowing that to get to his friend, he would have to freerun through legions of the Dead.
"Trunne! Ruy tu freng mi gare!" Spencer yelled at the Infected attacking him. The words themselves roughly translated from Trenestrian to "Beast! You will die by my hand!" Spencer was enraged by the death of Percy, one of his human friends.
Percy and Spencer hadn't been the closest of friends, but friends nonetheless. The green-haired, supposedly mouthless human related to the lizardman that was Spencer in one way - they were both unusual.
Sometimes, Percy's aqua blue eyes would connect with the orange reptilian eyes of Spencer, both of them silently agreeing on things, forming a quiet, unseen bond. On more than one occasion, each of them had been saved by the other, whether it be from Infected, human enemies, or even themselves.
But now, a "Knuckle-Dragger," as Alice had called them, had killed Percy by crushing him into the ground. Spencer had been trying to save him, but, as a duo of two, they couldn't hold of from the Infected for too long without something happening. In the hectic scene, zombies killed their comrades trying to get to the two pure lifeforms.
It was Spencer's last resort, in more than one way. He had to use a Word of Dee Suum dreaded by the Trenestrian race.
"Kagtri! Trgu Dre Ful'um!" Spencer bellowed, in a clearer than normal voice. Flames shot out of his eyes and mouth, the inferno getting stronger every tenth of a second. It pained Spencer intensely, but, with the blessing of his God, he survived long enough for the flames to cause a mountain of an explosion.
Spencer fell in a charple, but more so did the crowds of Infected around him.
Derik, not a test subject, but a cyborg, creaked as he walked across the roof of the Empire State building. He willed his arm into a sniper rifle, the new age technology in his body rotating here and there until it formed the weapon. It loaded itself, the bullets stored inside his stomach, as he no longer needed food to survive and used the organ as a backpack.
Readying his "weapon," he crouched and aimed through the scope that was part of him. As Morhdekai had said, General Dante was holding a pistol to Ezekial's throat, nearly pushing him off a skyscraper.
Ezekial was yet another test subject, with the ability to heal himself and others with his palm and emit light from them. He had no combat ability.
Ezekial's pure green eyes showed peace, which he was a follower of. He had chestnut hair that grew past his eyes and often rested against his small nose. His cheekbones were rather pronounced, showing signs of one who spoke often. His grim figure suggested that he had fasted often before he was abducted, as in relation to his religious nature.
Derik used his enhanced hearing to listen in on Ezekial and Dante.
"... But you tend to keep to yourself," Ezekial said.
"I'm one of you AND one of 'them'! I'm better than you and the IUSOM," Dante bellowed, cocking his revolver.
Derik saw his opening. He activated the arm rifle at will, and a .50 round flew out.
It spiraled to Dante, near his head, before something amazing happened.
Dante, in an unseeable motion, threw the pistol to the ground and grabbed the bullet and shoved it to the face of Ezekial in less than a second.
"Your friend up there ain't gonna help you. You're going to die in a putrid pit of undead corpses, with all the other rejects. I'll get your friend up there in a few minutes. He's listening to us right now," Dante exclaimed.
Ezekial spat in his face, before being kicked off the building.
Emile saw the facility. Of course, it was semi-destroyed. Some of the walls were in ruins, and a small area was on fire. The ceiling was a hole, and he could easily see through it.
Emile whipped out his claws and sprint jumped onto the edge of the building. He stumbled a bit, and saw what was in the building.
Morhdekai must've been on the first floor, because he wasn't there, fighting for his life. Instead, a new figure stood on the marble floor.
Emile couldn't make out many of his bloodstained features. He was obviously no older than 16, with dark green hair and noticeably orange eyes. His standard IUSOM subject jumpsuit was covered by a bursted straitjacket, which once constrained him but was now a simple acessory. He was making a surprising motion.
He was biting the Infected that surrounded him. Not just biting, but tearing apart. His teethjutted from his jaw, and he was bellowing like a behemoth. He ripped of the arm of a Firdead, who, after breathing fire at him, collapsed in a tower of inferno.
Emile saw that he was needed. Before the Firedead could explode like a gore bomb, Emile dived in front of the new test subject.
Naturally, the zombie exploded, sending blood and organs across the ruin. It spread across the metal tables, the door, and the test chambers. Even into Emile's mouth. But, Emile intended for this to happen, as he remembered what happened when he drank the blood of his enemies. He gained their abilities.
Emile shrieked into the air, and a stream of infernal power came flowing from his mouth, setting the remaining undead aflame. He finished them off with a swipe across the horizon, staining his claws with the blood of the undead.
Emile, naturally, drank the blood in disgust, knowing he would gain the strength of the undead. He sensed something from behind.
Emile dived to the back of the room, and picked up a the metal table in the process, flicking his wrist and spinning towards the incoming threat. It was the other test subject!
The table blocked his incoming fangs. Emile noticed that his face was the shape of a human's, but with sharklike properties, with a mouth of well over 100 razor-sharp teeth. The teeth banged against the metal table, and Emile ducked over to the doorm his sursuer following not far along.
"Psychopath! I will fold you like paper!" The unknown test subject yelled, baring his fangs at Emile.
Emile saw a moment of opprotunity. He stabbed the man in the stomach, staggering him, and getting a streak of blood on the claws of his right hand. Emile sipped of the blood, and felt his teeth surge.
Emile's jaw morphed into that of a shark's, and his teeth became visibly sharp. With his strength of nearly thirteen men, Emile grabbed the man by the breast of his orange jumpsuit, and hung him in the air.
"I mean no harm!" Emile said, looking up at the man.
"The - n... then why the fuck are you choking me?" The unknown subject coughed out. Emile threw him to the marble floor, and retracted his fangs.
"Be grateful to the man who just saved your life," Emile said.
"I had it all under control."
"Are you kidding? That Firedead would've left you in a pile of ashes. Even if you had killed him, you'd probably be killed by the explosion."
Emile sighed, putting him palm to his chin and scratching his scalp with his index claw.
"Look at it this way," Emile reasoned. "Without me, you'd be a bloody charple."
The man retracted his fangs. He puffed a litt,e and then asked Emile, "Why the hell were you drinking their blood?"
"Something wrong with your eyes? I gained your fangs, the Firedead's stream of fire, and the basic zombie's strength. I'm superhuman," Emile replied with a hint of sarcasm.
Emile hushed the man. He motioned over to the wall far from the door, and he went. Emile listened in silence for a second. He looked back at the door, and heard a small group of footsteps coming towards the door.
"Military!" Emile announced to the new subject. Just as the door bursted open, Emile dived to the back of the room at top speed in near slow motion, sliding back and swiping a M17 rifle from the floor. He swiveled around, noticing the group of heavily armored men.
Emile felt a surge in his hands and brain. His combat senses became temporarily enhanced, as he pinpointed the weakness in the IUSOM guards' armor. They were all wearing thick chestplates, but only some had helmets. They were armed with pistols, automatic firearms, and precision rifles.
Emile was able to put a bullet in nearly each of the men before they could fire a shot. He took a shot into the closest man's neck, where he had neglected to pull his helmet over. He put yet another into the skull of a man without a helmet, and emptied four bullets into the thinly protected stomach of the man behind him. Emile emptied the rest of his clip into the arm and chest of a man on his left, armed with a R-89 sniper rifle (or "Gibber" as Alice had called it).
Only one remained, and Emile was out of ammo. He took out the clip of the rifle, and breathed fire into the ammo slot, and, as he held the trigger, fire came out of the gun, effectively ruining the firearm and the unlucky final man.
Emile smiled a bit and looked at the shark-man. He had retracted his fangs and was staring at Emile, his jaw hanging open.
"What the hell was that?" The subject asked Emile, pushing himself up.
"Your guess is as good as, maybe better than mine," Emile said, dropping the rifle. He got up and, retracting his claws, asked "What's your name?"
"Aikto. And yo-"
Aikto was interrupted by a Matriarch. It, with Morhdekai on its back, fell into the destroyed room and straight through the floor, breaking the marble and sending Emile and Aikto to the ground.