The Bites

Chapter 14

As the bodies piled up around her, Brea's breath came in ragged gasps, her adrenaline-fueled heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the weight of each kill bearing down on her, a grim reminder of the sacrifices she had made to reach this point.

But there was no time for hesitation. With the relentless horde closing in, Brea fought with a ferocity born of desperation. Her movements were fluid and precise, a deadly dance amidst the chaos of battle.

"Is that all you've got?!" she taunted, her voice laced with defiance as she brutally dispatched another wave of zombies. "I'll take on every last of you if I have to!"

With each swing of her blade, Brea felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her actions hung heavy on her shoulders, but she pushed aside her doubts and pressed on, determined to survive at any cost.

As the last of the zombies fell, Brea stood amidst the carnage, her chest heaving with exertion. The corridor was silent once more, save for the echo of her breathing and the soft hum of the glowing symbols on the walls.

As Brea stood amidst the eerie silence of the corridor, a sudden movement caught her attention. She tensed, ready to strike out at the unknown figure approaching, her laser baton poised to defend herself against any threat.

But as the figure drew closer, she could see the fear in his eyes, the desperation etched into his features. He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, his voice trembling as he spoke.

"Wait, don't hurt me! I'm human, just like you."

Brea's heart pounded in her chest as she took in the sight of another living soul. Relief flooded through her, mingling with a sense of wariness as she cautiously lowered her weapon.

The man was dishevelled and wild-eyed, his clothes torn and bloodstained. He looked like he had been through hell and back, much like Brea herself. As their eyes met, a silent understanding passed between them—they were both survivors of this twisted nightmare.

"You're not one of the staff, are you?" she asked, her voice softening slightly as she lowered the baton. "I can't stand them."

The man shook his head adamantly. "No, I'm just like you," he replied. "A victim of their twisted experiments."

Why should I believe you?" she challenged, her grip tightening on the baton. "For all I know, you could be one of them."

The man took a cautious step forward, his eyes darting nervously around the corridor. "I could ask you the same thing," he replied, his voice tinged with urgency.

Brea studied him intently, her eyes searching his face for any sign of deception. But there was something about him that felt genuine, a shared sense of fear and desperation that resonated with her own.

The man's expression softened slightly as he raised his hands in surrender. "My name's Alex. And I swear to you, I'm not," he insisted, his voice hoarse with exhaustion. "I've been trapped here just like you, fighting to stay alive against those... things."

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice hardened by years of betrayal and mistrust.

The man's expression softened, and he took a step closer. "I want to get out of here," he said earnestly. "Just like you. We can help each other."

Despite her lingering doubts, Brea couldn't ignore Alex's desperation. She knew all too well the horrors that lurked in this place's shadows, and if there was even a chance that he could help her escape, she couldn't afford to dismiss him outright.

"Fine," she relented, her tone begrudgingly accepting. "But don't think for a second that I trust you. We're only in this together until we find a way out of here."

A flicker of relief crossed Alex's face as he nodded in agreement. "Deal," he said, his voice tinged with gratitude. "I promise I'll do whatever it takes to get us out of here."

Brea and Alex sprang into action without hesitation, their movements synchronized as they dispatched the undead ruthlessly. The laser batons crackled with energy as they sliced through the air, leaving a trail of smouldering flesh in their wake.

But even as they fought off the relentless horde of zombies, their minds were preoccupied with the grim reality of their situation. The sight of more dead bodies strewn along the corridor served as a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked around every corner.

With each step they took, the oppressive weight of their surroundings seemed to bear down on them, a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows.

Their footsteps echoed off the walls, starkly contrasting the eerie silence that pervaded the facility. Now and then, they encountered groups of zombies shuffling aimlessly along the corridor, their grotesque forms illuminated by the flickering lights overhead.

Eventually, they reached the exit door of Area 4, their path blocked by a group of survivors who had also managed to navigate the facility's treacherous corridors. Brea's instincts screamed at her to avoid contact, to remain isolated, and to focus solely on her survival. But Alex saw an opportunity for cooperation, a chance to band with others who shared their plight.

"Hey, we're not alone," he said, his voice a hopeful lilt in the oppressive silence. "Maybe we can work together to find a way out of here."

Brea shook her head adamantly, her eyes narrowing with distrust. "I'm not interested in making friends," she replied curtly. "We need to focus on getting out of this place, and that's it."

But Alex was undeterred, his determination unshaken by Brea's reluctance. He approached the other survivors, engaging them in conversation and attempting to forge alliances in their shared struggle for freedom.

As they conversed, Brea's attention was drawn to a subtle anomaly near the exit door—a faint glimmer of light that seemed out of place amidst the corridor's gloom. Instinctively, she moved closer, her eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger.

And then she saw a tripwire, barely visible against the dimly lit floor, stretched taut across the door's threshold. Brea's blood ran cold as she realized the true nature of the trap—a deadly mechanism designed to ensnare anyone foolish enough to attempt to pass through the exit.

"Stop!" she shouted, her voice ringing out in the corridor's silence. "Don't move!"