“C’mon! Hu-just a bit more!” Kurk strained his arm to the number pad, his muscles heavy and bleeding dry. Yuri and Geoff, close behind, stood arm over shoulder. Bracing hard, their left legs trembling, as their right stumps bled their wraps deep crimson.
“Got it, now!” Kurk turned and motioned with a quick twitch of his lacerated neck, before aiming the quivering muzzle of his rifle down the hall. His vision blurred and warped, barely taking in the dye of Indigo hue permeating the now, lifeless corridors. He squinted feverishly as Yuri and Geoff whimpered past him, falling over themselves into the infirmary. Kurk stumbled in, after them. “Time to lock up-”
“Who’s’at?” Whispered Yuri.
“J-Jhon?” Geoff craned his neck, trying to peer through the single glass window of the door. Kurk put his face up, his labored breath and body heat fogging the glass. A quick swipe and he peered out. Sure enough, it was John. “N-No!” Kurk bellowed, frantically pressing the lock-sequence.
“Guys! It’s me! Hey!” His pleas were muffled by the Infirmary’s insulation, but Kirk could see him. His vision blurred, but he could make out the faint patches of color that comprised John’s uniform. “Hey C’mo-!” And his head. As it flew from John’s shoulders, spiraling into a meaty splat against the single infirmary window. Kirk winced, barely feeling the tickle of his mustache on his lip.
“John?” Geoff was pale, barely managing a whimper.
Kirk blinked, and rubbed his heavy eyelids. A loud thunk brought his attention back to the window. A more horrifying visage sat, awaiting his now petrified attention. Her! “That Monster!” Dr. Akiko Watanabe-No... It wore her glasses, sweater, and lab coat. Had her skin, hair, and shape-but one look into that twisted grin of crooked, Shark-like teeth, told Kirk; that nothing of Akiko was left in that…thing…
Her piercing blue eyes darted about the room. To Geoff, to Yuri, and finally back to Kurk. They shut as she giggled, before picking up John’s head, and turning her attention to his body. She hoisted it with her spider-limb-like tentacles, swiveled her head around to speak, then disappeared into the dark. Though Kurk couldn’t hear her, he shuddered knowing exactly what she said. The same thing. “The same damn thing” she’s uttered with each and every kill. Either in mockery, or in genuine, twisted “gratitude.”
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