"Eliminate the threat,"
Reaper's voice echoed through the darkness. Suddenly, there was utter silence. But Neo was still shrouded in endless darkness. Soon enough, Neo noticed that something was different. The cloud of darkness he used to be in was the actual manifestation of darkness itself, but the one he was currently in was just the… absence of light. Also, Neo noticed another disturbing fact: he couldn't move! His limbs seemed to be glued to something. "What is going on?" Neo yelled, venting his frustration. "If you don't shut your fucking mouth over there, I swear I will come there and fucking shut it for you." A husky voice echoed throughout the darkness, making Neo flinch. Unexpectedly, another voice, which was unmistakably feminine, sounded again. "Oh, our guest is awake. Cut him some slack, bastard. Those miscreants must have hit him too hard on the head. Stay still, let me help you with the veil and ropes," the feminine voice said, coming closer to Neo. Neo felt a soft hand on his face, and something fell off. Several beams of light entered Neo's eyes, making his vision blur for a second, but then his ciliary muscles came into action, adjusting his view. The first face Neo saw was the face of a beautiful lady. She could have been the most beautiful person Neo had ever seen, if she wasn't unkempt, tattered with patches of some black substance around her face. Neo ignored her presence and took a quick glance around the room. There was an orange glow, giving the room a gloomy atmosphere. Its source was from a fireplace that was coalesced with some debris strewn along the room. A burly figure was sitting on a makeshift bed, his shoes right beside him giving out an especially nauseating stench. Neo suspected that he was the "shit face" that cursed him earlier. There was also another gaunt figure standing beside the door. He seemed to be busy with something. The grace at which he worked betrayed the fact that he was a seasoned scholar… well, at least Neo thought so. Beauty snapped Neo out of his daze with a light tap. She lingered for a moment and then said, "Look at that bad boy over there," she said, pointing to "shit face," and then she continued, "He had planned to use your body as bait, of which I was in full support of, but now that you are awake… that changes nothing. The only way you can redeem yourself is by being useful, so get busy," Beauty said, smacking her lips as she walked away. Neo entered an introspective state for a second. Everything that was going on seemed quite alien to him, so he needed to analyze a few things before determining his next course of action. He had been given just one objective by that asshole reaper: "eliminate the threat," before he was plunged into that God-forsaken place. So, acting on that command, going around stabbing everyone in an attempt to find out if they were the threat was a fool's errand because killing anyone that wasn't the threat might actually lead to his doom. Not to mention the fact that he wouldn't even be able to take someone like "shit face" one-on-one without losing his head. So, swinging a weapon around was definitely out of it. The only way to conquer the allegiance test was to use his wits, while also trying hard to keep himself alive, that is. "Easy peasy," Neo thought sarcastically, even though he knew it was anything but. Neo sighed and stood up from his chair. He needed to play along until he had enough information to act on. Until then, he had to "get busy," just like Beauty had said. Taking a few steps, Neo immediately noticed that he was very weak, like abnormally so. A sense of dread dawned on him, but he just continued walking with a frown on his face. Things weren't looking really good. Neo walked up to the scholar working at the door. The scholar greeted him, and Neo replied curtly. The scholar seemed quite approachable… well, compared to the others he was, so Neo was tempted to ask him a few questions. The first question Neo managed to ask was if the scholar had any idea how Neo got there. Surprisingly, he did. He explained that Neo, together with the others in the quarantine room, were the first sets of people to come in contact with a neuroparasite named ARV (Autolytic retrovirus). It kills its host and takes charge of its brainstem, creating a similitude of sentient movement, using the corpse as a mobile machine to seek out other preys. But unfortunately, or fortunately for the disease control center, nothing happened to them. They even had to put Neo—or whoever he was supposed to be—into a temporary state of hibernation when he was unwilling to follow them to the quarantine room. That was how Neo had slept through the whole calamity. The scholar also explained that he was one of the scientists working at the disease control center. Unfortunately, he made contact with the virus during a research exercise, so he was plunged into quarantine with the others. He then brought out a communicator and explained that it was meant to exchange information with the other scientists, but it had stopped working few days prior . Neither was there any food supply; everything just halted, even the lights switched off, so they had to switch to mundane fire. After running out of food supplies that morning, they had decided on an escape plan and just in time for Neo to wake up. A husky voice echoed from across the quarantine room, interrupting Neo and the scholar's conversation. "Hey nerdy, how's it going," Shit Face asked, his voice muffled, prompting Neo to check out what he was up to. It turned out Beauty was right on top of him, smooching and engaging in a nasty activity that Neo would rather not let his mind wander about. "Almost" the scholar said, abandoning Neo to his thoughts as he continued his work. "Degenerative bastards!" Neo cursed as he retreated into his thoughts. He didn't know much about biology and genomics in the academy, but at least he knew that an abomination like that ARV was not supposed to exist. Well, technically it wasn't, since the test for allegiance was actually an illusion, maybe. But unfortunately, Neo was right inside that damned illusion, so to him, that abomination was as real as the inevitability of death. "Now that I think of it, that ARV might just be the threat," Neo thought. He could already feel a headache coming on. "No wonder no one has ever passed this thing," Neo thought, a huge frown visible on his face. Once again, "Damn you reaper!""Once again, damn you, Reaper!!," Neo said out loud, venting his frustrations."Excuse me, who is Reaper?" Scholar asked, raising his eyebrow."Uhh, it's... it's nothing. So, this door is our escape route, right?" Neo stuttered, quickly finding a way to change the topic."Well, not really. You know, this place has been sealed shut by thick, reinforced metal alloy, and food is being dropped from that hatch in the roof right there. So, since we can't climb up there, I found a vulnerable spot in this room. No need for exuberant explanations, you will understand the big plan soon," Scholar explained, then continued. "Uhh... you might want to step back a bit." Neo furrowed his brow as he quickly found a place to hide himself. Beauty was also hiding herself perfectly under Shitface's makeshift bed. While Shitface went to the fireplace and scooped some soot to mark a spot in the wall, which Neo suspected to be the vulnerable spot. "Ready?" Scholar asked Shitface, with a grim expression on
5 The crew kept advancing forward in fear and trepidation. Sometimes they would meet lifeless walking bodies strolling around aimlessly. They seemed to be oblivious to their presence, but before Neo could make further investigations, Shitface would have pounced upon them and crushed their skull with a heavy metal rod that he found on the floor. But from the little he was able to glean, he learned the virus was even more potent than he thought. According to what Scholar said, they were in the quarantine room for a week, and within that time, all eight hundred members of the Disease Control Center were infected. There was even a probability of the days being lesser since they stopped receiving food supplies three days prior, which meant that the way in which the virus spread was indeed terrifying. It also seemed to make the bodies of its host rot faster, but what was truly bothering Neo was that despite the fact that they were the ones to make first contact with the virus, they were per
As the crew walked back, Neo entered an introspective state for a moment. He just couldn't help but think that the scholar was intentionally stalling for time. Granted, he couldn't have known about the breach in the roof, but there was no way he wouldn't have known about the door situation. The pieces were already connecting themselves—the scholar was up to something. Beauty also seemed to have the same suspicion, even Shitface, who wasn't very much on the brain side, was throwing occasional glances at the scholar. Even he could tell that something was wrong with the unassuming scholar. But there was nothing they could all do. Dismissing or eliminating him was as good as spelling their doom. He was the only one who knew his way around the maze-like structure of the DCC anyway. So they just had to be quiet and watchful.By the time the crew got to the breach in the wall, it was already nightfall. The moon had already chased away its glamorous counterpart dominating the night sky in all
7 Neo glanced around, waiting for the next command. But he was met with other tired and weary gazes. They were all too spent to even come up with a sound idea. Scholar finally broke the silence, his voice accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind."If we can make it across this beam, alight the ladder, we would hustle our way through the horde, I would override the defense HQ and activate the gate. Our salvation lies beyond the gate," Scholar said, pointing to the almost imperceptible gate in the distance. His hand trembled, either due to the cold or his fatigue. Neo couldn't really tell which. Neo's hope was suddenly ignited. The salvation Scholar spoke about was very alluring. Very pleasant to his ears. Although it was easier said than done, Neo didn't really care. He just wanted to get out of that hellish landscape. No matter how bleak their chances of escape were, it was like a beacon of light at the end of a harrowing, torturous journey through the night. He almost felt li
8 Life is sometimes funny, isn't it?Few hours prior, Shitface had made his mind. Together with Beauty, or even probably Scholar, to use Neo as bait if… or when the need arises. When Neo woke up, Beauty had said that it changed nothing. If anything, they would have been happier, given the fact that they wouldn't have to carry the bait around. It's like leading a ram to the slaughter, but the ram this time was Neo. And about Neo defending or launching an attack himself, that would have been the least of their problems – actually a swing from Shitface's metallic rod would have done the job. For all he knew, his presence must have been the reason the rambunctious muscle glory was holding the metallic rod amongst other things. But eventually, he ended up being made wraith bait by his most trusted companion.Talk about the irony. Neo would have laughed out loud if he wasn't too weak. Breathing was enough stress though. But that wouldn't make him stop thinking about what just happened. Wh
9 Neo entered the building, glancing around to find his way. It didn't take him long to find the light source, likely triggered by Scholar. The whole place was pitch black because there were no windows. Even the oxygen seemed thin. The security was... admirable. And best of all, it made tracing the light source much easier. Neo suddenly entered the room, making Scholar tremble. A dry smile appeared on his face as Neo walked up to the control deck to check out what Scholar was doing. What he saw made his eyes widen. There were two buttons beeping red. They seemed to be working on some kind of separate energy reserve, so the energy shutdown on the DCC didn't affect them. Beside both buttons were written: ... INITIATING NUCLEAR DECONTAMINATION ... INITIATING PERMANENT SHUTDOWN Neo's fist tightened as he stared at Scholar with murderous intent. His face demanded an explanation. Scholar's lip suddenly trembled, and he replied, "Fine… fine, now that you have found out, I gu
10 "Ahah!! I see you have killed him, now we are even," Beauty said, a disturbing giggle escaping her lips. "Yes, I did. That should tell you just enough about me," Neo said placidly, attempting to play the formidable and dauntless assassin. He was already on his last legs. It would be unfortunate if she chose that moment to attack, so he had to put some contingencies in place. "You should understand that there's strength in numbers, right? So why did you kill him?" Beauty said, staring daggers at him. Neo tilted his head. Beauty's understanding of "strength in numbers" made him shiver. Her concept of strength in numbers meant wraith baits, most especially the ones that would transport themselves to the point of slaughter. "How sinister." Neo cleared his throat and replied, "He tried to kill us all, so I killed him first." He tried to maintain his elusive behavior. Beauty walked up to the corpse, confirmed its death, and with her usual sinister smile, she replied again. "Now tha
11 A monster stood gallantly, its back turned to an open gate a few meters away. It looked like it was playing "eeny meeny miny moe" to decide which of the two humans before it would taste better. One of the humans, Neo actually, was struck by an epiphany in the middle of impending danger.-How timely- He had finally realized the reason for their weakness and lethargy. Since the vaccine's effect was waning, the virus was trying to take over their consciousness. He already had quite a similar experience during his test for allegiance trial so he was quite sure of the feeling. But it was of no use anyway; they were a few seconds away from being monster dessert. Speaking of vaccines, Neo had one of them stashed away in his pocket at the moment. At that moment, Neo suddenly had a crazy idea. What if he took it to suppress the virus, making Beauty—the most virus-infected—between them? The caution only said he might die; it didn't say it wouldn't work, so it was a fifty percent chance,