In what once was the beautiful city of Paris that is now infested by zombies wandering aimlessly through the streets, there is a hospital.
When still in operation, this Hospital was world famous, for its facilities and equipment of last generation. Today, it is nothing more than an abandoned building, devastated by time and lack of maintenance. Dirty and dark corridors. Mice and cockroaches everywhere.
And a group of several different types of zombies crowded into what was once the reception of this respected hospital.
The zombies are being controlled by a C1, who is separating the zombies by type. And then sending each type of zombie to a specific room, and in every room, the zombies are being sent there are other zombies, of the same type as those being sent. Basically, each room has a type of zombie, in the room where the B1 only has B1 type zombies, and this logic is being applied to each type of zombie.
In one of the hospital rooms a man wearing a doctor's uniform. Watching a common zombie with four arms, and by the signs of sewing in two of the arms of the zombie, one can see that they were surgically implanted.
"Now try to raise your arms" The man commands the zombie who obeys. But only the two original zombie arms that lift.
Due to the zombie's action of raising only two arms and not the four, the man takes a defeated stance, shoulders down, head down and massaging the temples with the fingers of his hands.
"One more failure, why I'm still surprised." Regrets man to anyone but himself.
The man in question is Arthas Magna Phaedra, who has been conducting experiments with the zombies for three months. He started with simple experiments, such as deploying new members in the zombies.
But for Arthas's desperation, just sew the limbs into the zombie's body, does not make the limbs functional. And in this three months that he spent locked in this decrepit hospital he did not give up, even with failures after failures.
In fact, Arthas is even more motivated, as two weeks ago he was able to transplant an arm into a normal zombie. And the middle finger of one of the transplanted arms stirred. This fact-filled him with hope.
When Arthas was about to continue his experiments, he received a telepathic message from one of the V2 patrolling the city.
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Pov. Sara.
Today the group I belong to is going to the black zone, I do not want to go there. That place gives me chills.
The team leader took a mission to exterminate 50 zombies, with the consent of the team's recruiter, except mine of course.
Even more, because we are a group of beginners so to speak, the level of the team members is between 15 to 35. With my being only 15.
My class is Black Wizard, so to speak my spells are not very effective against zombies. Even more, than I specialize in debuffs, which luckily zombies are immune to debuffs of the element darkness, which is the only element my class is able to use.
It was arranged to meet at the gates of the city. Whenever I look at the city I can not stop thinking about how the world has changed.
Before the only concern I had was getting good grades, today not to have to sell my body, I had to go out and fight monsters to survive.
Before I had a loving and united family, a dignified home and a future full of dreams and expectations. Today, my mother died in the clutches of a mutant rat, my sisters were raped and killed by thugs, and my father is now nothing but a disgusting drunk, just a shadow of the great businessman who once was.
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If I had not met Charlles, today I would be, certainly prostituting myself for a piece of bread. We already knew each other before the world to become what it is today when we met he was already at level 15, a year ago. I honestly do not know how I lasted that long without having to sell my body to survive.
And since then we've been together, as partners and confidants, he helped me level up and got a class. I owe him everything.
And thanks to him that I am part of this group, which is led by Brian, who by the way is Charlles' boyfriend, they make such a sweet couple, I wonder when will I be able to find love in this world of despair.
As it was arranged, I arrived at the meeting point before the sun came up. When I arrived at the scene the only one that had already arrived is Ryu, lvl 20, who is the team thief, his role and to explore the places in search of enemies, traps and anything else that may appear. He is wearing the usual outfit, gray shirt, black pants, black boots, black gloves, and a leather pectoral under the shirt, although it seems simple, these are items purchased from the store of the system, are not high-level, but for a low-level team like us, it is good equipment.
Fifteen minutes after I arrived, Charlles and Brian arrived together, not surprisingly since they share the room.
Charlles is the healer of the group, 19lvl, equipped with a wooden staff with a crystal at the end, white robe with a gold cross stamped on the back.
Brian is the group's barbarian, 30lvl, equipped with full leather armor and two axes hanging from his back.
Charlles and Brian greeted us and confirmed that we were properly prepared while we waited for the others.
After another twenty minutes of waiting the other three members arrived.
Jack the knight, 28lvl, he wears an iron armor consisting of greaves, leggings, a gauntlet in the right hand, and left leather glove, breastplate, shoulder pads, and helmet. He wields with his right hand a mace and a shield in the other.
Josiah the wizard of fire, 35lvl, wears a red robe and a red top hat, plus a staff with a red ball at the end.
Garcia the archer, 21lvl, he wears a leather breastplate, boots and gloves, and a longbow and a quiver full of arrows.
I really do not have a good feeling, not long ago a great force of subjugation was created to eliminate the Zombies-C1 that were forming a zombie army.
Since I am only a defeated vote, may God protect us.
As soon as everyone gathered at the meeting point, we went to the barn and rented a cart drawn by two horses. I wish we had money to rent a car, but it is very expensive, since the change, gasoline is a luxury item, monopolized by the powerful.
It takes 24hrs to travel to the edge of the black zone. We left the horses strung out of the area in a safe place, and we began the routine meeting. Our group always makes these meetings to make sure there is nothing missing.
All items needed to explore a undead zone were purchased for this expedition. The most important of these is the potion of curing infection, this potion serves to stop the zombie virus from killing and turning someone into a zombie.
At first, it started well, with no apparent problems. Then, out of nowhere, a Zombie-B1 appeared about 30m ahead of us, as Brian was bracing to attack B1, another appeared behind us, and then another appeared in the alley on our left and then another on the right.
B1 after B1, we were surrounded by hundreds of Zombies-B1. After being surrounded, everyone knew that we were already dead. No chance to win or escape. All that was left was despair.
Until now, the B1s that were in front of us opened the way, forming a corridor.
And what crossed this corridor was beyond anything I could ever imagine.
Four Zombies-B2, carrying a golden limousine, crossed the opening in the siege created by the B1.
When the B2 approached within 10m of us, they put the limo on the floor calmly, and kindly, what you do not match with these aberrations. Then the B1 drove away from the limousine for ten feet.
When the door of the limousine opened, he stepped outside, wearing an elegant black suit. One thing I can say is that he would be, without doubt, the most beautiful man I have ever seen if it were not for the fact that when I look at him, I feel terror as I have never felt in my life. I feel like I'm looking at the devil himself.
Tall, handsome, slightly dark skin, perfect face, a smile that carries no worries, and those eyes. When I look into those eyes, it seems like I'm looking at an endless chasm.
With his hands in the pockets of his pants, he took a few steps toward us, and then spoke in a low voice (Think of the voice of Naruto's Kiuby, Japanese version, it's more or less that way.) the posture of a king.
"How unexpected, I was not expecting guests. That's why it took me a long time to greet you. Now, please lower your weapons, you are now my guests. You have nothing to fear. "
I do not know why, but I think we'll be safer with the zombie army.