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Mortuus Orbis	By : Sparrow & InBrightestDay Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > Crossovers Views: 3538 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The hospital was a silent ruin. Something appeared to have burrowed into its lower levels at some point, flooding them, then burrowed out again, draining the water. However, the building’s foundations evidently had been damaged in the process, as the entire structure now sagged somewhat to one side and looked as though it was sinking.
Shapes moved in its darkened halls, cool figures of deep blue barely visible against the cold black of the building itself. The Hunter supposed they had once been its residents, invalids or the sick, now wandering it eternally in a hideous parody of life, or simply standing in place, waiting for a sign that food had wandered into their domain.
With the fall of the dead city’s deep night, the building was cast into total darkness, with even the stars hidden behind the thick pall of grey cloud. The Hunter didn’t mind. He saw better in the dark. It was his talent at that, being able to find his way even in the deepest, coldest gloom, that had led his clan to name him Night Eyes.
In some ways, it was good to experience familiar conditions, even if it was only the quiet. Night Eyes was unsure of how he had come to be here in this diseased city, stranded on a planet he didn’t know. He had been on the hunt when things had changed.
This in and of itself was not at all unusual. The Yautja held the hunt in high regard, a central aspect of their culture. Many of them ventured out into the stars, seeking worthy prey against which to prove themselves, be it the wild beasts of foreign worlds or the most cunning and powerful members of intelligent races.

Night Eyes was like them in many regards. Physically, he was a typical member of his species, over seven feet tall, with greenish yellow skin stretched over powerful muscles. His armor was relatively sparse, metal plating covering much, but not all, of his torso, along with his groin, arms and lower legs. His face was covered by a personalized bio-helmet containing an array of sensors for different visual modes. To an observer, he would have looked similar to most of his kind, but Night Eyes was different in a matter beyond the physical.
Not for him the endless hunt, the taking of trophies and the winning of glory.
Instead he was a hunter of hunters.
The Enforcer (Night Eyes) - Predator: Bad Blood
All the Yautja knew that there were rules to the Hunt, a sacred code of honor drilled into them from the first day they made their masks. Hunt only the worthy prey, spare the pregnant females to conserve the prey’s numbers, withhold their technology from the prey even unto death, and that an honorable defeat was better than a dishonorable victory.
But in every society there were those who crossed the line, and the Yautja were no exception. Some of its members would become so enamoured with the thrill of the hunt, or so consumed with bloodlust, the thirst for glory, simple hatred of the prey races, or other, darker urges that they violated the sacred rules and brought shame upon their clans.
These were the ic’jit, the Bad Blood, and Enforcers like Night Eyes were tasked with tracking them down and erasing them from existence. Night Eyes had been following one such criminal, a particularly deranged and violent individual even by the usual standards of his quarry, when everything had changed.
He had been taken suddenly, transported from the bridge of his ship through some means that was still a mystery to him, to this place, a city where the dead walked, on a world he had never seen or heard of. Night Eyes had recognised the inhabitants straight away, though, he recalled with a muted scoff into his mask.
Humans. He should’ve known as soon as he arrived here that such a race would also be present. Nothing ever seemed to go right when his race crossed paths with theirs, the long tally of Hunters who had met their ends on the Humans’ world spoke to that.
Though, he was fairly certain that they did not usually stumble around stinking of death, moaning aloud and attempting to eat or fuck any living thing that came within arm’s reach. He doubted the other Hunters would find them such compelling prey otherwise.
After his attempts to make contact with his ship failed, Night Eyes had taken to searching the necropolis, and eventually he had detected the electronic spoor of some of his kind present in the city. Adept as he was at tracking other Yautja, he had followed one of their trails to the hospital, moving along the rooftops to avoid having to deal with the hungry corpses below, keen to try and gain some kind of intelligence on what this place was. Winged shapes flew overhead sometimes, but the Enforcer’s cloaking device kept them oblivious to his presence.
Arriving at the hospital, he surveyed the uppermost floor. Cloaking technology only hid one from visual detection, after all, and the sound of a window breaking might draw unwanted attention. After searching for a moment, he spotted an open window, and with a calculated leap, crossed the gap between buildings, falling just enough that he passed through the opening. Hitting the floor inside, he rolled to his feet and surveyed the room, checking to ensure that there were no threats before moving out into the hall.
The trail had gone cold, and he now had no choice but to thoroughly search the place in the hope of reacquiring it. Moving quietly, he checked room after room. While very few of the undead roamed the floor, Night Eyes did notice something disquieting. They were rare, but he discovered the occasional corpse with a curious wound, a portion of the skull punched open, a dark void within. Briefly he considered the possibility of the kiande amedha, but then dismissed it. The hard meat occasionally killed in such a way, punching holes in the skulls of their prey, but there were none of the other telltale signs of their presence: no bodies with chests burst open, no resin coating the walls, and no acid burns from locals attempting to kill them.
All of which meant this was something else.
Night Eyes determined that it would be wise to keep his cloak engaged, and he continued to move forward, away from the slightly cooler areas nearest the windows, and into the brighter, warmer interior of the building.
The Enforcer may have been cloaked, but as he himself had thought, the stealth technology didn’t hide him from all means of detection, and in the dark passageways of the hospital, something stirred. It had found the hospital several weeks earlier, and had made the uppermost floor its home, stalking and preying upon unfortunate newcomers who had decided to search the building for supplies or survivors.
Slowly, stealthily, the arthropod horror began to move, dozens of sharp-tipped legs sinking quietly into the ceiling as it approached its prey.
*
Night Eyes was finishing his sweep of the uppermost floor and moving toward the stairwell when he heard the sound, a soft crunching from above him.
Reflexes honed by dozens of successful hunts kicked in, and the Yautja rolled forward, gaining distance before even thinking about looking for the source of the noise. The action saved his life, as he glimpsed two whip-like appendages lashing down toward him, a bright burst of heat and a cracking sound erupting from where the two limbs touched. Spinning around, Night Eyes tried to ascertain where the creature was, but could only barely see it. There was movement, but the creature’s body temperature matched the background temperature, rendering it almost invisible to the hunter’s thermal vision. He switched the bio-helmet’s visual mode to ultraviolet, but that revealed nothing, and as he fell back through an open doorway, Night Eyes cursed himself. This far into the building, there would be almost no ultraviolet light.
As a panel fell from the drop ceiling in the room, he remembered his earlier thought about the hard meat. They also produced no body heat, and a visual mode had been invented to compensate for that. Switching over to the EMF setting, the monster became visible just as it plunged down through the hole in the ceiling, fang-like mouthparts open wide. Night Eyes dove out of the way, back through the door and into the hallway once more. Abandoning its perch in the ceiling, the creature surged out into the hallway.
Physically, it resembled a centipede, albeit one grown far larger than normal. Nearly 30 feet in length, its segmented body was covered in a brown carapace accented with deep red. Spiked projections emerged from its exoskeleton along its back, and near its head two long, whip-like appendages swept slowly through the air. It had eyes, six of them, and the spines on its back quivered with murderous excitement as it raised the front of its body off the ground until its head was on the same level as his own, hissing like a massive snake.
Intimidating though the display would have been to others, Night Eyes remained calm. Under other circumstances, this beast would have made for a rather entertaining hunt, but he had other duties to attend to, so it was time to bring this to an end. On the visual display of his bio-helmet, the triangular targeting reticle snapped into place over the monster’s head, and a moment later the plasma caster mounted on the hunter’s left shoulder fired, a bolt of blue-white energy streaking across the intervening distance.
Under other circumstances, it would have ended the fight immediately, but the Cerebrivore was not as simple as it appeared. The creature was responsible for the uniquely mutilated corpses Night Eyes had come across, for while it fed on flesh, its favorite part of the body was the brain. The beast enjoyed cracking the skulls open, and the neurotransmitters gave the gray matter a flavor it found delicious. It was not merely a matter of taste, however. The harvested neurons were not simply digested but repurposed, heavily modified and incorporated into powerful electrocytes that lined its body.
The plasma bolt arced away from the creature and punched a hole in the ceiling above, bits of burning material raining down. Night Eyes blinked, stunned for a moment, and was forced to leap back as the Cerebrivore advanced, its image seeming to pulse and warp in the bio-helmet’s EMF sight. He fired another shot as he retreated, and again the bolt seemed to deflect off the monster’s carapace, blasting a chunk out of the nearby wall. Hissing, the Cerebrivore lunged forward, the long whips lashing out again, this time contacting Night Eyes’ armor with a bright flash. The brief pop and hiss indicated the electrical nature of the attack, and the hunter knew that he had been saved by the conductive mesh integrated into his armor.
That was it, he realized. The creature built up electrical charges on the two long appendages, which discharged through its prey when both whips made contact, but it was more than that; some of the energy was making its way out through the exoskeleton as well, and the arcs were generating the powerful, shifting magnetic field that was deflecting his plasma fire.
With a snarl of annoyance, he backed up as the creature advanced on him, clacking its huge mandibles as though already savouring the feast it imagined to come. The thought of being reduced to a mere meal for a creature like this was almost offensive to Night Eyes, and he snatched the combi-stick from his belt. The spear telescoped to its full length, and immediately he jabbed at the creature with its barbed tip, trying to strike between at its lower body, away from the waving antennae.
The blow struck true, into the gap between one of its front legs and the main part of its body, shearing the limb clean off. This just seemed to enrage the creature, however, and it struck the spear with its antennae as he tried to withdraw it, sending a fierce jolt up the shaft, bad enough that he nearly dropped it.
Night Eyes gave ground again, backing down the corridor as he tried to work the feeling back into his hands. The creature seemed to want to end the fight now, presumably having acknowledged he could hurt it, and was snapping at him with rapid strikes of its mandibles. For a moment he wondered why it wasn’t trying to stun him anymore, and risked toggling the zoom on his mask to gain a moment’s closer inspection of the creature. Its antennae had curled back up against its body, and the creature’s overall outline had become more vague and indistinct to his vision.
Evidently, even the creature’s miraculous biology had its limits, and now it had all but depleted its electrical charge. Just in time, Night Eyes thought, unzooming his visual display and glancing over his shoulder, he had backed all the way down the corridor and nearly into a stairwell. Unfortunately the creature spotted his momentary lapse in concentration and lunged, diving past his guard to slam its mandibles into the meat of his thigh.
The Enforcer’s bellow of pain was great enough that he felt his mask vibrate around his head, and he stumbled, his lower back bumping into the rail on the top of the stairwell. Fluorescent green blood spurted out of where the creature was chomping deeper into his leg, worrying its head from side to side and gouging the wound open further. At once he swept the combi-stick around and rammed its head through the Cerebrevore, impaling it on the weapon.
This just seemed to drive it into further heights of maddened rage, and it bit down harder on his leg, the limb threatening to collapse under him. He tried to yank the combi-stick out and stab it again, clawing at the thing’s head with his free hand to try and pull its jaws open as he did so. The spear came free, but before he could try and aim for a more vital part of its body, the creature’s body surged forwards and wrapped around his legs. For a moment he wobbled back and forth, his legs tangled, and then his injured leg gave way and he toppled backwards, the world flipping upside down as he fell back over the rail, then plummeted through empty space.
It was a long way to the bottom. At some point the back of his head struck the edge of one of the lower stairs, his vision momentarily bursting into a flash of white light and brilliant pain that nearly eclipsed that coming from his leg. Then his chest slammed into the edge of the other side, and he felt something break.
Flailing around with his free hand, he managed to catch onto the rail of the floor below that, pain erupting in his shoulder as his own weight nearly pulled his arm out of its socket. He hung there for a moment, the creature still fastened onto him, trying to think of what to do next. Then a sudden wave of dizziness swept over him, and he felt his grip loosen. He tried to bring the combi-stick up to stab the point into the wall and anchor himself, but he had barely lifted it to shoulder-height before he lost his grip completely and dropped the remaining storey and a half to the ground-floor level.
Night Eyes’s head hit the concrete, and he knew nothing more.

Carol Marcus sighed as she traversed the cold, sterile corridors of the bunker. Being here was strange, but more than that, it was stressful.
Since she had arrived in the dead city, she had spent quite some time trying to figure out precisely how it had happened. While others might have struggled with the situation, it had taken Carol a relatively short amount of time to figure out that she was in some form of alternate timeline or parallel universe. It wasn’t as strange an idea to her as it might have been to others, as her own world had been forever altered when a strange anomaly had opened in the void, like a lightning storm in space, and disgorged a nightmarish ship from somewhere else. She’d read the reports, so she knew the inhabitants of the ship had claimed to be Romulans, from a distant future where the planet Romulus had been destroyed.
Other times, and other universes, were a part of her reality now.
Unfortunately, that hadn’t helped her to figure out how, precisely, she had come to be in this universe. No portal had opened; there had been no crackling of electricity or any of the signs of a transporter beam, nor any strange readings that would indicate a spatial phenomenon of some kind. One moment, she had been in the familiar depths of a Federation starship, and the next she had been here.
It might have been easier to deduce the nature of her transportation had she been able to openly discuss things with the other inhabitants of the bunker, but there were rules to follow. The Prime Directive, and its temporal equivalent, didn’t apply precisely to this situation, but it was close enough that she felt the need to withhold her status as a Starfleet officer from the others. She couldn’t make this mess any worse. So, for the moment, she couldn’t explain to Doctor Bathory that she was trained in both xenobiology and the advanced physics of quantum abiogenesis. For the moment, she simply had to say that she wasn’t the kind of doctor that Bathory was, and to put up with acting as the other woman’s assistant.
Which was what brought her to where she was now, having been sent off to one of the storerooms to look for medical supplies. The Sorceress had lost a significant amount of blood when she was attacked, and a transfusion would help her recover a lot faster. For that to work, they needed some specific pieces of equipment, some of which wasn’t in the operating theater at the moment. As Carol arrived at the nondescript door, a note with “supply room #3” written on it stuck to the wall next to it, she hoped this would work. The Sorceress was a valuable member of the team, and in this city, they needed all the help they could get. Turning the switch to open the door, she flicked the lights on and stepped inside.
The storeroom was quite large, but not completely open, as shelf after shelf of various and sundry supplies broke up what otherwise would have been a very wide space. It puzzled Carol to no end that in spite of the sheer amount of different things in here, the bunker hadn’t come with a supply of antibiotics.
Then again, she thought, that might make sense. This city has clearly been hit with an outbreak of staggering proportions. Under those circumstances, antibiotics might be the first supplies to go. She kept working her way down the shelves, tracing a finger along the various items they held. It looked as though someone had been in there before her, she noted with a frown, there were the remains of shredded boxes littering the floor along with several dented cans.
Someone come here at night for a snack? She wondered, moving deeper into the large room, ever farther from the door. The shelves near the front, the ones covered in boxes of cans of food, seemed to have been thoroughly pillaged, and she moved on, to where there was a shelf right up against the wall covered in cardboard boxes.
“Pasteur pipettes with integral bulb, gauze swabs… there you are!” There was one box on the bottom shelf, closed but clearly labeled “Blood administration set; filter pore size 200 μm”.
As she pulled the box’s lid open, she thought she heard something over the sound of ripping cardboard and tape squealing. Carol kept still for a moment, listening. After another moment, the sound came again.
It was a wet noise, but not the simple dripping of water. This was evocative of movement; of weight shifting, a slick, sliding, stealthy noise.
Goosebumps broke out along Carol’s skin, and she quickly snatched a handful of the small packets of plastic tubing, not closing the box lest she make too much noise. These were for the Sorceress, and that very fact reminded her of what had happened to the Sorceress, of the creature that had somehow found its way into their shelter.
The slick sound drew closer, and the light in the room changed as something obscured one of the fixtures set into the ceiling, distorted shadows moving across the supply shelves. Stepping cautiously away from the box, moving in her crouched position and trying to be quiet, Carol looked up at the thing obscuring some of the overhead lights.
The creature appeared to have emerged from the open ventilation shaft in the corner of the room, the heavy cover twisted open by what must have been an incredible strength. It was almost like some sort of grotesque starfish, but large, very large, its seven spread tentacles looking as though they spanned about four meters. The slick flesh glistened under the fluorescent lighting as the thing moved, the bifurcated ends of its tentacles grabbing holds on the ducting in the ceiling in a manner that seemed uncannily like a human would use their hands. They pulled it forward with a purpose that belied its mindless appearance, steadily approaching Carol.
Carol swallowed, fighting back panic. Panic would get her killed. Instead, the scientist focused her brilliant mind on the creature’s anatomy. There were no visible eyes, so it likely sensed other organisms through chemoreceptors or by detecting vibrations. If it was using chemoreceptors, if it could smell her, then it wouldn’t matter how fast she moved, but its ability to determine her precise location would be limited. If it was a question of vibration, however, attempting to run would doom her. She had to stay quiet.
Slowly, Carol began to creep toward the door. She had a straight shot down the aisle between two of the shelves, right to the door, but that would take her almost directly underneath the creature; she needed to take a more circuitous route.
Hugging the back wall, Carol crept to her left, her eyes not leaving the creature. She kept moving until her outstretched hand found the wall and she knew she had reached one of the room’s four corners. Trying to keep her breathing steady and quiet, she inched forward along the side wall now, trying to think of what she would do when she got out of the room. She wasn’t sure how fast the creature was, so it might be able to escape somehow if she just bolted. She would have to slam the door behind her and hope it couldn’t fit itself back into the vents before she could summon Ash. She didn’t know precisely how its biology would respond to damage, but if the security officer riddled it with bullets, it didn’t seem likely to survive.
Carol had been moving slowly and deliberately, careful not to make too much noise with each footfall. Her strategy was working, and the creature was staying where it was, its muscular tentacles shifting subtly in its idle state. Every strategy, however, had its drawbacks, and as she continued to move, her calves and thighs began to ache, then burn. This simply wasn’t a natural position for a human to hold, and the pain in her legs continued to build.
Come on, she thought, just a little further. She kept moving, breathing through her mouth to try and make as little noise as she could. The muscles in her legs screamed now, and finally, she knew she had to shift, just a little, to alleviate the strain. Slowly, she began to stand up, swaying slightly, and stretched a hand out to steady herself. She hadn’t wanted to take her eyes off the creature, so she didn’t look at precisely where her hand was going, which was why, rather than grasping the metal frame of one of the shelves, she accidentally pushed her hand into the supplies on the shelf, knocking a big can off to land on the floor with a clang.
The creature’s idle motions stopped completely. For a moment, it simply hung there, a strange rumble emanating from within it. Then it released its grip on the ducting, its slimy bulk dropping down into the aisle between shelves with a heavy thud.
Carol shook with mingled fear and frustration, cursing her luck. The thing’s ability to move would be restricted by the shelving, but it had dropped down horribly close to the door. If she attempted to sneak past it, there was no way it wouldn’t sense her presence. There was only one way out.
She was going to have to run.
Standing all the way up, she shifted back and forth a little to try and stretch her legs quietly. She carefully shifted the sweaty handful of plastic packets into one hand, ensuring she would have one free to hit the door switch. Finally, taking a few deep breaths, Carol broke into a sprint, heading for the door.
The creature could definitely hear her, and its tentacles lashed through the shelves, boxes and cans sent flying as the serpentine limbs reached for the woman. She was moving at a brisk pace, though, and the creature’s position made it difficult to reach her. Rounding the long shelf, Carol fumbled at the door control. It was a simple matter to grab the switch and twist it, but in her rush she momentarily forgot which direction to turn it in order to open the door, trying frantically to turn it further left instead of right. Spitting out a curse, she managed to get a grip on herself, twisting the switch until the door slid open and then making for the long hall.
She almost made it.
As she lunged out into the hall, her right leg stopped moving, causing her to fall forward. Her hands reflexively flailed out to break her fall, the blood administration kits sliding away across the floor. Looking back, Carol cried out in horror as she saw one of the creature’s muscular tentacles wrapped around her leg. The creature made that rumbling noise again, and the tentacle pulled back, dragging her along with it. Reaching for anything, she clawed at the floor, fingernails bending back and then breaking on the unforgiving concrete.
“HELP!” she screamed, her voice echoing down the long, vacant hallway. “PLEASE, SOMEBODY HELP ME!” It was all she managed before the door slid closed after her, and she was shut into the storeroom with the creature.
Having snared its prey, the monster now moved to secure it more fully, another of the thick tentacles reaching out to wrap around the scientist’s frantically kicking leg. The muscular length coiled and slid along her supple flesh, leaving smears and strings of mucus in its wake, all while more tentacles reached up, pushing her blue skirt up as they went and baring her creamy thighs to the cold air.
Fighting back revulsion and fear, Carol grabbed at the tentacles as they approached her face, trying to force the creature back. Her efforts bore precious little fruit, as the twisting limbs simply wrapped around her wrists while the creature’s central body moved up and over her.
“Get off, get off!” She knew the thing couldn’t understand her, but the words poured out of her anyway, desperation and impotent anger driving her to yell at the creature, to try striking it with her fists, even as the tentacles around her arms tightened and began pulling them apart, limiting her movement even more. The creature lowered itself down onto her, its hideous bulk blocking out the light, so close now that strings of slime drooled from its rubbery flesh onto her.
On the creature’s underbelly, a set of muscular flaps suddenly peeled back like the petals of some grotesque fleshy flower opening, revealing six strange orifices arranged in a circle around one far less mysterious: what looked to be a lateral mouth, the horizontal jaws lined with pointed teeth. At the sight of the maw, Carol’s drive to escape reached a fever pitch, and she struggled even harder, her lithe form squirming under the weight of the creature, panting whines escaping her mouth.
Instead of the maw opening and taking a bite out of her, however, the six orifices surrounding it opened. In the time it would take to blink, membranes dilated and six smaller, more slender tentacles shot out and wrapped around Carol, more slime flying off of them as they lashed about. The writhing tendrils slid and snaked across her torso, questing and searching. The slime coming off of them soaked into the fabric of her uniform, the cold liquid causing her nipples to harden into tight peaks. The searching tentacles squirmed up along her body, two of them finding her plump breasts. The lengths of smooth muscle slid between her breasts and then curved back, coiling around the mounds of flesh and squeezing, forcing them up off her chest, and the brilliant Starfleet officer couldn’t help the whine of embarrassment as the creature groped her flesh.
Tears slid from her eyes as she tried her best to pull her legs in, to push them against the central mass and throw the thing off, but its strength far exceeded her own. The creature shifted its weight slightly, the tentacles holding her legs moving up to grip her thighs; its skin feeling clammy and sticky where its limbs wrapped around her own. It pulled her legs open suddenly, enough that she yelped in pain as it spread-eagled her, stretching her open wider than she was used to.
The slender tentacles abandoned her breasts and worked their way upward, coiling and sliding along the pale flesh of her graceful neck, the smooth skin soon made slick with their fluids. Continuing up, they slid over her face, two probing briefly at her ears before retreating, while another forced its way past her lips and slid into her mouth. Unable to do anything else to the thing, Carol took the only means she had of showing her defiance, and as the tentacle slipped in she bit down on it, trying to sever the tip. For a revolting moment the appendage bulged under the pressure of her teeth, the end squirming against her tongue, saliva and alien slime mingling. Finally, the tentacle retreated, its mucus coating allowing it to slide free from between her teeth. All six tentacles coiled around her head and tightened, their excess length retracting into the creature’s central body, pulling her head closer to the maw. The horizontal jaws began to slide apart, a pink organ like a tongue visible in the darkness beyond them.
“No! No, please!” Carol sobbed. The creature seemed almost to have been waiting for a moment like that, as when her mouth opened the tongue moved. Carol had just enough time to see the opening at its tip, to begin to understand the more phallic nature of the organ, before it launched itself forward and plunged into her mouth.
She screamed around its length, fleshy but horribly firm and rigid, and tried to bite down again. Her tongue pressed against the member, sliding along its surface and feeling the pulse of aberrant life within it. Ignoring her feeble attempts at resistance, the fleshy tube pressed forward, sliding past her teeth and pushing toward the back of her throat. Panicked noises escaped around the appendage as well as strings of drool as the muscular invader filled her mouth and forced her jaw wider. A tingling sensation, followed by creeping numbness, started where the invading limb touched her tongue and the inside of her mouth, and began to spread. As it spread farther and farther, she realized that what strength she had was being sapped, that this must be some sort of tranquilizing secretion she was absorbing.
She tried to think of a way to get free, to hurt the creature, to do anything, but there simply wasn’t anything she could do, the phallic tentacle’s inexorable advance continuing, the bulbous tip finally pushing against the back of her throat and curving down, sliding into her esophagus and stretching it wide open. Against her will, Carol’s breathing slowed, her struggles weakened, and darkness began to creep in at the edges of her vision. The creature settled on top of her, pinning her feebly squirming body under its weight, her limbs going limp in its tentacles.
Imprisoned in the slimy darkness beneath the monster, the last thing Carol felt before slipping into unconsciousness was the length of the tentacle pulsing, and something being pumped into her stomach.
The city’s eerie ambience was if anything, even worse at night. With no light other than the beams of the lamps they’d mounted on the fronts of their bikes to guide them through the streets, Chun-Li- who had lived in cities for most of her adult life- struggled to believe just how dark it was. There were no streetlights, no headlights from passing cars, not even stars shining down, hidden as they were by the ever-present clouds. Going past the zombies had made her skin crawl, the faint wind blowing the eye-watering stench of them onto her, the lights of their lamps illuminating the pallid flesh of the ones who had managed to get rid of most of their clothing.
If anyone had spoken during the journey, it had been in a hushed whisper, to avoid attracting attention from any of the zombies they passed, and out of concern that anything else might hear them. At one point Chun-Li had seen something moving in a storm drain on the other side of the road, only the briefest glimpse as the torch beam had swept across it, but enough to see something irregularly shaped and pale as milk, not even remotely humanoid. When they had paused briefly to catch their breath, Spinneret had radioed in, whispering that she could see a light moving in the windows of an apartment in the next block over, but which had vanished when she swung over to take a closer look.
Isabeau hadn’t said anything at all, aside from to swear quietly when she had bumped into the curb in the dark and nearly fallen off her bike. Chun-Li didn’t think she’d ever heard the aristocrat curse before, and seeing a sign now that even the unflappable (if surly) woman was on edge just made Chun-LI even more nervous.
They’d maintained a slow pace for several reasons; because of the difficulty navigating the streets in the dark, so Kyle could keep his bearings and Spinneret could keep up with them, and because they were all deathly afraid of getting separated from each other. It had been hard to judge the distance they had covered, or how much time they had spent working their way through the confused tangle of streets, roads, and alleyways, and Chun-Li had slipped into a state of constant watchfulness, head on a swivel as she watched out for anything that might be approaching them. It had only been when Isabeau had tapped her on the elbow, making her jump, that Chun-Li realised they had arrived at their destination.
The hospital was vaguely visible as a broad, squat complex in front of them, what they took for the entrance backing straight into a main road in a way that either spoke of some seriously poor civic planning, or the same deranged layout that the entire city seemed to have been drawn up on.
“Okay,” Kyle said on her left, his voice a low murmur, “we’ve passed this place before, but none of us ever actually went inside, which unfortunately means we’re going to have to look for the pharmacy.”
“Got it,” Chun-Li said, pulling the lamp off her bike and hooking it onto the heavy belt she was wearing. As she slipped the strap of the empty dufflebag she had been carrying on her bike over her head, Spinneret’s face abruptly swam into view in the lamp light, the pale circles of membrane that covered her eyes making Chun-Li shiver. Mary-Jane released the line of webbing she had swung in on and took a moment to adjust her own belt that she’d put on before leaving the bunker. From it hung the SMG she had picked up, as well as the hefty walkie-talkie she’d used to coordinate with the others.
“Safety?” Kyle asked. The redhead gave him a little smile.
“On,” she said. “I think it’s probably best if I play lookout here, though. I won’t be helpless in there, but I think I’m better out in the open like this; more room to move.” The others nodded.
“Let us know if anything approaches the building,” Isabeau said. “We don’t want our escape route cut off.” After a quiet nod of acknowledgment from Spinneret, the other three headed inside.
Chun-Li had never been inside the hospital when it was operational, but something drastic had happened to it, beyond what had happened to the rest of the city. There was a stink like rot and sewage in the air, the floor was slippery underfoot, and as she played the torchlight along the wide corridor they were moving down, she could see that there was significant water damage to the walls near the floor, as though the building had been flooded recently.
As she looked, Chun-Li realised something else. The floor itself was on a slant.
“In the time you’ve been here,” she asked the other two, “have you ever had an earthquake or anything?” Isabeau shook her head.
“No,” she said, panning the beam of her flashlight around. “Though I do see what you mean. This could be a very serious problem. When it rains here it tends to be a lot, so maybe this place’s drains had flooded. And now its foundations are starting to sink.”
“Yeah, which means the whole building could start coming down in the very near future.”
“We may not get another chance to come here before it does,” Kyle interjected, shifting the strap of his own dufflebag to his other shoulder, “so let’s grab as much as we can.”
“Agreed.” Chun-Li took a deep breath, lifting her heavy, strangely retro handgun. “All right, everyone, this isn’t a horror movie, so nobody run off alone where the monsters can get them, okay?” Kyle chuckled a little, while Isabeau cocked an eyebrow- presumably somewhat irritated by the suggestion that she might make such a mistake -but nodded nonetheless.
The three of them made their way through the ground floor of the hospital, slowly and carefully. For whatever reason, there didn’t seem to be many zombies, if any, on this floor. It was strange, but not something any of them were going to complain about. Eventually, however, they did find something very out of the ordinary.
The door to the stairwell was open, and through it Chun-Li caught a glint of metal in the dim light. Cocking her head slightly, she waved the others over and slowly pulled the door open. Within was the carcass of a massive creature, a centipede the size of an anaconda, its carapace bearing several deep stab wounds, and lying on top of it was something rather out of place. In the dim light of their lamps, it appeared to be a positively massive man in some sort of heavily stylized armor, including a face-concealing helmet with horn-like protrusions. He lay in a pool of some fluorescent green liquid, and Chun-Li wondered if it had come from the centipede.
“Well,” Kyle said, “he looks different.”
“Is he still alive?” Chun-Li asked. Isabeau reached out tentatively and rested her hand on the big man’s chest. She shut her eyes for a while, concentrating.
“He’s breathing,” she said. She took her hand away and rose to her feet, brow furrowed in thought.
“Maybe we should take him with us,” Kyle said. Isabeau didn’t respond immediately, her gaze shifting back to the unconscious man.
“He looks like a warrior from his clothing,” she said, “but how do we know he won’t be a danger to us?”
“We don’t,” Chun-Li admitted, “but he killed that thing.” She indicated the centipede monster. “And, well, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I think we need all the friends we can get around here.”
“A fair point,” Isabeau said after a moment’s reflection. “How do you propose we move him?”
“We’re pulling supplies from the pharmacy, right?” Chun-Li asked. “Don’t those usually have some kind of stock carts?”
“That’ll work,” Kyle added, and the group began to move again, leaving their strange find behind for the moment. Their search of the ground floor was interrupted only briefly, when they came to a halt upon hearing shuffling footsteps in an adjacent hallway. Apparently the lower floor wasn’t completely free of zombies after all.
Finally, they came upon the pharmacy, and with their find came a somewhat frustrating revelation.
“Oh my god,” Kyle said incredulously, staring out the jammed-open front door of the hospital, and at the darkened street outside. “It was right by the front entrance the whole time? We must have come in the back way, all we had to do was walk around to the other side of the building and we could have just come right in and…” He sighed and shook his head, grinding the heel of his hand into his forehead. “This fuckin' place.. .” Chun-Li couldn’t help but chuckle slightly.
“Could have been worse, though,” she said, “looks like the water didn’t really reach this side of the building.” Kyle acknowledged this with a rueful nod of his head.
After that, they dumped their empty bags in the center of the room and set about taking everything they could from the shelves of the pharmacy, boxes of pain pills, small glass bottles of antibiotics, several handfuls of disposable needles and syringes and at least a few items of anything else they thought they might need down the line. Zipping up one of the full bags, Chun-Li saw labels for Codeine, Fentanyl, Morphine, a half-dozen different names she didn’t recognise but which had ‘penicillin’ on the end, and more things with names she wasn’t even sure she could pronounce.
Once the bags were full, they did, as Chun-Li had suggested, find a stock cart they could use to retrieve the armored man from the stairwell.
“Okay,” Kyle said, “let’s go pick up our new friend before the zombies find him.” With the bags piled onto the trolley, they began rolling it down the hall, none of them particularly liking the rumbling noise its wheels made in the formerly quiet hospital. It was a struggle to keep the heavy trolley under control, even with the heavy bags on it, something made worse when they reached the point where the floor was at an angle. Eventually they reached the stairwell again, finding that the strange man was still both unharmed, and seemingly unconscious.
Isabeau kept watch while Kyle and Chun-Li worked together to hoist him onto the cart, a not insignificant feat considering that, as far as Chun-Li could tell, he had to weigh well over 100 kilos. As they finally got him settled onto the cart, Kyle’s attention fixed on one of his hands.
“Holy shit, look at his fingernails.” Chun-Li followed his gaze and was somewhat unnerved by what she saw. Not only were the man’s fingernails more like black claws than anything else, but the skin on his hands looked more like the scales of a reptile than anything else.
“Some kind of mutation?” she asked, thinking of the strange creature known as Blanka that she had heard of during her Shadaloo investigations. “Maybe a genetic experiment or something?”
“We’ll have to figure it out later,” Kyle said, looking past her, his eyes wide. “I think we have company.”
The shuffling became audible first, soft but growing louder and louder. The stench arrived soon after, and as the trio readied their weapons the zombies finally materialized out of the darkened side hall. Five of them were visible at the moment, but Chun-Li knew there could be more following them; these things almost never traveled alone.
“I don’t think we’re going to be able to get through them hauling the cart,” Kyle said, “but I’m not liking what I think will happen if we start shooting either.”
“There aren’t too many of them,” Chun-Li said, and then looked at Isabeau. “Let’s try and take some of them up close, just enough to keep moving toward the exit.”
“That should be workable enough with this many of them,” the Victorian woman said. Letting her assault rifle hang loose, she reached behind her and drew a masterfully crafted, single-edged shortsword. Sparing only a moment to admire how elegant the weapon was, Chun-Li took a deep breath, released it slowly, and then sprang forward, one leg sweeping out and taking a zombie’s feet out from under it. The zombie, a shorter orderly missing one of his eyes, fell onto his back, and before he could rise Chun-Li drove her foot into his face, snapping it violently to the side and breaking his spine.
“Let’s go!” she said, and Kyle started moving forward, hauling the cart behind him. They advanced down the hall, the policewoman dispatching any zombies that came at them from the front while Isabeau played rearguard and slew anything that tried to attack from that direction, her sword flashing out with precise strikes that plunged into the eye sockets of the walking corpses to destroy what was left of their brains.
They had made some progress toward the exit when a new zombie emerged from the darkness. It didn’t look appreciably different from the others, a tall man in a soiled doctor’s coat, the left side of his face noticeably darker than the right, as if he had been lying on his side for quite some time before being reanimated. There was something off about the way he moved, however. As he approached, Chun-Li could see strange tremors run through his flesh, one of his arms shuddering or his head twitching bizarrely. She couldn’t say exactly how, but this one was different from the others.
Different doesn’t mean good in this place, she thought, and of course he’s right in our way. Sighing, she rushed him and delivered a high, hard kick, her boot connecting with his chin and causing his head to snap back. There was a loud crack.
And then the zombie’s head exploded.
For the briefest of moments, Chun-Li thought she had simply kicked it hard enough to fracture its skull, because it burst like some overripe fruit, the vile contents spilling out, some pieces landing on her boot… and beginning to slither up her leg.
Chun-Li fell back, hopping away from the collapsing zombie as she shook her leg frantically, as the centipedes, easily 20 centimeters long, flowed up her boot and onto her jeans. She could feel the weight of the things as their tiny, clawed feet clung to the fabric, and some detached part of her realized that these were tiny versions of the dead monster from the stairwell even as the rest of her was gripped by revulsion and dread.
The horrible things refused to be dislodged by her struggles, scuttling up onto her thigh now, and something in her screamed that she couldn’t let them reach bare skin; couldn’t feel the prickling of their far-too-many legs on her flesh. Panting with fear and disgust, she lashed out with her hand, swatting one away, but the other sprang onto the hand, the prickling of its claws every bit as bad as she had imagined as it raced up her arm.
In his head it was in his head and it’s going for my head.
Crying out, she grabbed the little beast, closing her other hand around it and pulling it off of her. The thing coiled around her hand and sank sharp mouthparts into the base of her thumb. Gasping in pain, hoping these weren’t venomous, she threw the creature to the floor and stomped on it, feeling its outer shell crunch under her boot. The first centipede came back at her and she crushed it as well, but more of them were arriving, undaunted by her attacks as they rushed to climb onto her. Trying to shake them off, squash them and retreat all at once proved too much, and Chun-Li lost her balance and fell, landing on her back. As she pushed up onto her elbows, she saw the hungry centipedes rushing her, easily a dozen of them moving across the floor, their little black eyes gleaming, red antennae moving frantically as they homed in on their newest meal. With no time to stand, she moved backward as fast as she could, crawling away and kicking out with her feet, but they were faster than she was in this position, and they drew ever closer.
Before they could reach her, however, the sudden roar of gunfire shattered the relative quiet around them, the shots coming from somewhere behind Chun-Li as a line of bullet impacts stitched across the floor, the centipedes exploding like grotesque fireworks as the rounds tore through them and blew tiny craters into the floor beneath. In just over a second, they were all dead.
Catching her breath, Chun-Li looked back, seeing Isabeau slowly lowering her assault rifle. Looking back at where the centipedes had been, she realized that every bullet hole in the floor matched up with the splatter of one of the dead bugs. Incredibly, she realized that the other woman had fired the assault rifle at its maximum rate of fire, aiming at small targets, and hadn’t missed a single shot.
“Holy shit,” she said, the awe obvious in her voice. Isabeau said nothing, but Chun-Li caught a glimpse of a tiny smile, there for but a moment before she regained her air of cool professionalism.
“So much for doing things quietly ,” Kyle said, dashing around the cart for a moment to help Chun-Li up. “I guess that thing from the stairwell lays eggs, and maybe the twitching zombies are incubators or something.”
“I guess…” Chun-Li said, a small shudder passing through her at the memory of the centipedes crawling on her. “I grew up on a farm and we used to see centipedes that big. They never used to bother me, but that was…”
“Everything in this place is fucked up,” he replied. “Even the bugs.” She nodded, and was about to reply when she became aware of a new sound, a steady sort of clicking or tapping sound… no, practically an avalanche of little clicks as lots of sharp points struck the hospital’s hard floor. She immediately thought of the centipedes’ legs, but this one would have to be…
“Kyle,” she said, brown eyes suddenly huge with fear, "Go!" Judging by his expression, he heard it too.
“Jesus Christ, don’t tell me that thing from the stairwell isn’t dead,” he groaned, seizing hold of the cart and pulling it along toward the entrance.
“Unlikely,” Isabeau said, “but it may have been a mistake to assume there was only one.” She was moving too, reloading her rifle and sweeping back and forth, covering the doorways that opened into their hall. Chun-Li reached for her walkie-talkie, thumbing the talk button.
“Spinneret, what does it look like outside?”
“I’m on the side of the building a couple floors up,” she responded. “Whatever you guys were shooting at, the noise got some attention; there’s a group of zombies moving in.”
“How close?”
“Not here yet, but you’d better hurry.”
“Got it!” Clipping the walkie-talkie back onto her belt, she looked back at the others. “Our window’s closing; let’s move.” Without another word, the group got moving again, dispatching the odd zombie that wandered into their path, but doing their best to keep their speed up. One dark hallway passed, then another, and another, until finally the gloom outside became visible ahead, seeming bright by comparison.
Just as they made for the door, a door to their right burst off its hinges, splinters flying as the second fully grown centipede monster erupted into the hallway right in the middle of the group. Its armor-plated length clipped the stock cart, causing it to swerve wildly for a moment, but the creature arced away from Kyle and the armored man lying on the cart amidst their bags, surging up the wall like rushing water and coming back down toward Isabeau. Chun-Li couldn’t guess why, and it didn’t matter. She raised her handgun, but hesitated. The thing was moving rapidly, and trying to shoot it risked striking the other woman.
Isabeau evidently decided she needed to solve this problem by herself as well, and as the monster rushed toward her, its sharp legs hammering at the floor, she drew her sword and slashed at it just as its head came up at her, cutting away one of its rapidly moving antennae. The creature recoiled, releasing a deep, menacing hiss. It lifted the first third of its body off the ground, looming over Isabeau, and she drew her sword back into a ready stance, grey eyes narrowing with deadly focus.
For a moment, the beast and the knight stared each other down, and then the centipede released another hiss, and suddenly its entire body burst into crackling life, fast enough that Chun-Li flinched at the sudden change, arcs of blue-white electricity snapping and humming between the spiked projections on its exoskeleton. Knife-like mouthparts clicked together eagerly, and it advanced again, moving slowly. Chun-Li briefly wondered if it knew what it had just done, and then realized that on some primal, animal level, it probably did, that if Isabeau struck it now, it would electrocute her.
Isabeau had clearly come to the same conclusion. Muttering something inaudible but doubtless profane, she sheathed her sword and went for her rifle.
In the moment she was distracted, the monster struck. Almost faster than Chun-Li could track, two long, whip-like limbs lashed out from just behind its head and struck Isabeau, a brief flash of light erupting as thousands of volts of electricity arced from the whips into the woman’s body.
Isabeau fell to the ground, dropping her rifle as she spasmed and twitched uncontrollably. The monster reacted quickly, moving snakelike to where she lay and picking her up, its many-jointed legs closing around her as it lifted her from the floor.
“Hey!” Chun-Li shouted, “put her down!” Aiming at one of its rear segments, she fired, the 10mm round punching a hole in the armor and releasing a puff of whatever passed for its blood. The centipede hissed, its chitin-plated tail lashing back at her. Chun-Li caught sight of the two claws at the tip in time to spring back away from them. As she landed out of its range, she realized it didn’t appear to have been hurt much by the gunshot wound. It was anybody’s guess as to exactly where the vital points were, but going for the head was pretty much always a good idea. The creature began moving back away from the entrance, dragging its prize with it.
“Kyle,” she called, shifting around as she tried to keep her eyes on the creature, “do you have a shot?”
“Not yet,” he called from behind the trolley, looking down the sights of his rifle towards the retreating monster.
Okay, uh...” Chun-Li took a deep breath, then quickly explained what she wanted. The look on Kyle’s face said he wasn’t entirely sure about it, but they didn’t have time to come up with anything else.
Chun-Li tensed for a moment, and then moved toward the creature again, firing into its body a second time. The thing hissed angrily and lashed at her with its tail again, bringing its head back around to keep track of her. The antennae lashed out at her, waving through the air toward the policewoman, electricity snapping between them when they drew close enough to each other. Chun-Li backed away, and it turned to follow her, evidently viewing her as enough of a threat to want to stun her and rid itself of her.
Kyle’s lack of action thus far meant the centipede didn’t seem to see him the same way, which might have been why it wasn’t fast enough to react when he ran behind it, on the side opposite Chun-Li, and rolled forward, coming upright with his assault rifle trained almost precisely on its head.
A single shot punched through one of its forward segments, but a single shot was all it took. A tremor ran through the beast, and its legs unclasped, dropping Isabeau. It swung around in Kyle’s direction, but now there weren’t any humans in his line of fire, and he switched his rifle to full auto before unloading half the magazine into the creature. The centipede flailed back, writhing as chips of shattered exoskeleton and droplets of haemolymph burst out in all directions. Kyle stopped firing, and it stood there for a moment, swaying back and forth, before the mangled front section fell to the floor with a wet thud.
For a moment, no one spoke, and then a small laugh escaped Kyle as he lowered his rifle.
“Man, I didn’t think that would work!”
“Yeah, I didn’t have a lot of time to come up with it,” Chun-li said, moving to where Isabeau had fallen, “so you know, not much of a plan.” Examining the other woman, she was grateful to find that she was both not seriously harmed and still conscious. The effect was probably like being tased: painful, but not immediately life-threatening. Isabeau looked back and forth between her rescuers, seeming lost for words for a while, perhaps somewhat embarrassed.
“Thank you,” she finally said, “both of you.” Perhaps there was more, but it didn’t seem to be something she was ready to say at the moment, and Chun-Li was fine with that.
“Can you move?” Kyle asked, and Isabeau nodded, grimacing in pain as they hauled her back onto her feet.
Stepping over the dead monster, the three of them grabbed the cart and hauled it out through the rear doors of the hospital, back to the street where their bikes were waiting for them.
“Spinneret?” Chun-Li called out, but before she could call a second time, the black-suited woman dropped from the wall, landing gracefully beside them.
“Still here,” she said, before she noticed the unconscious man on the cart. “What’s that?”
“We found him inside,” Isabeau replied. “He’s clearly not an ordinary man, and Miss Xiang believes he may be some manner of mutant...” she trailed off. In the slightly more even light of the outdoors, with all their lamps on him, the man looked more monstrous than ever.
“Are you sure?” Mary-Jane asked, plucking at one of the strange, rubbery dreadlocks the man seemed to have for hair, then turning his hand over to study the metal bracer attached to his wrist. “I think he might be an alien.”
“What?” Chun-Li blinked, giving an incredulous, slightly nervous laugh. “You’re kidding. Aliens are… they’re not, you know, real… And even if they were, they wouldn’t look like, like, us! With two arms and legs and everything.”
“Aliens are real where I’m from,” Spinneret casually said, turning to Chun-Li. The policewoman shivered to have those pale, shrouded eyes turned back towards her, moreso when Mary-Jane gave an odd smile that was slightly more teeth than it should’ve been. “I should know, I’m wearing one.”
None of them really knew what to say to that, and for a moment stood around looking at their unconscious companion apprehensively.
“Where I’m from,” Kyle said suddenly. “In 1997, civilization was pretty much destroyed in a nuclear assault by a rogue computer intelligence called Skynet.” He looked up at them, and for a moment his pale green eyes were as hard as stone. “After that, the war against the machines has never ended. But that didn’t happen for you guys. We’re all from different worlds. This guy,” he stabbed a finger at the figure on the trolley, “is just the same.”
Kyle looked at them all, one after the other, as though daring them to disagree with him. None of them did; they'd all thought the same thing at some point or another. Kyle had just been the first to say it out loud.
He looked away from them and their unusual cargo, to where a crowd of zombies was slowly approaching from up the street, then back to the others.
“Right now, that’s all we need to know. Okay? Now, how do we move him?”
“We could fasten the cart to several of the bicycles somehow?” Isabeau asked, sounding glad to shift the conversation away from talk of aliens. Chun-Li wondered if people still thought there were canals on Mars when she was from.
“That might work,” she replied. “Maybe… two of them, two should be able to pull it, but we’ll need to find something to attach it with—”
There was a sudden *thwip* as a line of webbing shot from Spinneret’s hand and affixed itself to the handle of the cart.
“I can take care of that,” the redhead said, smiling a little less hungrily. “The web will disintegrate after a couple of hours, so we’ll have to make a pit stop and attach some more, but it should work perfectly well for what you guys want.”
A chorus of hungry moans from the street informed them that whatever they planned to do, it would have to be done quickly. Chun-Li looked from the approaching zombies to the rest of the group.
“All right,” she said, “Spinneret, hook the cart up to two of the bikes, and see if you can stick him and our stuff to the trolley. Kyle and I will do the pulling, I guess.” The costumed woman nodded and went to work, shooting more and more of the lines from the white patches on the backs of her hands, then running to the bikes and binding the webbing to the vehicles. Chun-Li kept an eye on the approaching horde. It was getting unnervingly close, but they would be done and moving in plenty of time.
That was when another zombie emerged from the hospital, one dressed in the remains of an orderly’s uniform that had been ripped open at some point to give it easier access to its rotting genitals. It barely made a sound other than to champ its jaws at the sight of them, and with everyone’s attention on the horde, the new threat went almost completely unnoticed until it was right at the cart. Spinneret nimbly stepped away from it, but it ignored her, its pale hands instead stretching toward the unconscious man in the cart.
Chun-Li didn’t really know whether the unconscious man, or alien, would be friendly or not, but it didn’t matter; she couldn’t just let someone be eaten. Vaulting over the cart, she bellowed out a furious kiai and threw one of her hardest kicks directly into the undead man’s head. The sheer force of the blow severed the head with a loud crack and a wet ripping noise, sending it flying back toward the hospital. The head, jaw still working furiously as though in surprise, bounced once against the brick wall, then dropped straight into a perfectly placed trash can with a crash.
For the first time since she had come to this place, Chun-Li smiled. The combination of the close call and the sheer absurdity of what had just transpired sent a surge of almost comical excitement through her. Practically leaping off the ground with glee, she threw up a v-sign and released a giddy “Yatta!”
“What was that?” Kyle asked, struggling not to laugh himself despite their dire circumstances. Chun-Li shook her head.
“Nothing,” she said, still grinning. “Sorry.”
“I think you just invented a new sport,” Spinneret said, unable to keep from grinning too.
“As amusing as that was,” Isabeau said, “those ghouls are getting closer, so any time you would like to get underway…”
“Yeah,” Chun-Li said, blushing a little. Running around the cart, she hopped onto the bike on the left. Without being asked, Kyle took the other bike.
“Okay,” she said, “try to keep straight and stick pretty close by me.” Kyle nodded. “On three. One, two...three.” It was considerably harder pedaling with the added weight of the cart, but between the two of them, it was definitely doable. Spinneret’s web bindings held, and the unorthodox assembly began to move, slowly at first, but gaining speed as time passed, outpacing the zombie horde and heading back in the direction of the bunker.
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