The Scouting Eyeball moved through the vents at a slow pace, trying to stay as silent as possible. Occasionally, it would pause for a few moments to observe the scenes of smaller battles across the base. During it's spectating, there was only a single exception where the humans came out on top and managed to win. Though, their casualties were massive with only four people surviving. Every other time however, they lost devastatingly and since most of them turned, barely did any damage to their enemy.
But this was not the Scouting Eyeball's objective and it kept moving forwards, eventually reaching the room Hiroshi wanted. From it's safety vent, it spied on the humans as they set up their defenses. It was clear this was their st line with the sheer amount of them. Hundreds of soldiers were getting ready for combat, advanced weaponry in each of their hands. Although the virus rampaging their world has been a curse, humans have always found the blessings during tragedy. Like World War Two with the Atomic Bomb.
Not only were they sporting newer and stronger weapons, behind them were the extremely powerful Rail Guns. These were even able to harm an Alpha, albeit barely and only superficial damage. Their numbers were a little low though, only being a dozen in total. The Scouting Eyeball suddenly saw a new way point appear right in the middle of the Rail Guns. At the same time, a small Timer was in the corner of it's vision and counting down from five minutes. It was a little confused, but didn't care much and simply waited.
As for Hiroshi, his vision returned to normal and he mentally commanded all of his infected not currently in the midst of battle to group up. There were three different doors, including the one in front of him, which led into the room. He wanted to attack from all three directions instead of only one way. The only real problem were the Rail Guns, but his Scout would take care of them. While they were waiting, Hiroshi commanded each group behind a door to begin cutting into it with specially made drills. Such a process would take some time.
Meanwhile, inside the room, the defending humans were still getting set up when they heard the drilling sound. They all stopped briefly and watched the doors with horror.
"Why can't they just act like regur fucking zombies…" One person said, which prompted a few others to speak up.
"I know right? The way they move is basically like us. How in the hell are we meant to deal with this?"
"And did you see the way those mechanical bastards fought? Like... they had military training. Creepy."
"God won't let us down. All we need to do is pray a little harder and he'll send us salvation!"
"Seriously still on with that shit? Even if there was a God, you know damn well he left long ago."
"Bsphemy! You shall not be saved on Judgement Day unless you repent!"
Suddenly, a loud and angry voice silenced everyone else.
"Quit the fucking chatter! Keep it moving! Double time you apes!" With their superior barking into their ears, the soldiers managed to finish their defenses within no time at all.
Sandbags and rge pieces of metal were used as cover against their ranged attacks. Set up next to them were mounted machine guns, ready to melt anything that comes their way. In each of the soldiers hands were newer, more powerful weapons developed a week ago to combat the infected. It wasn't a game changer, but it allowed them to live a little longer and deal more damage.
But the crème de crop, were the massive Rail Guns on a slightly higher ground. A dozen in total, each able to pierce through the flesh of even the toughest and most durable infected. Up on the ceiling were numerous Automated Defense Turrets. They were spread all through the underground portion of the base, however the infected had destroyed all except these ones. With all of them, plus the hundreds of soldiers, the defenders were certain nothing could best them.
"Huh? Hey, you seeing that?" One soldier who was in the back poked his friend.
"What's your problem man? You seriously wanna get chewed out again?" The soldier didn't answer and instead pointed at a small white object flying through the air extremely quickly. Curiously, the Automated Turrets ignored it.
"The hell is that-" Suddenly, when reaching the middle of the Rail Guns and startling the operators, the white object exploded like a bomb.
All the soldiers were confused as their ears rung badly. Many were thrown away, either injured greatly or in pieces. The Rail Guns were hit the worst, with six of them being directly destroyed. Before they could even get their bearings, all three doors were knocked down at the same time. A swarm of common infected rushed in, with their Cyborg superiors using them as meatshields.
"Open fire! Do it right fucking now!" The angry commander was the first to fire, causing the other soldiers to follow after him.
The first wave was immediately torn into pieces by their defenses. Even though the bomb had shaken them up, they quickly recovered and mowed down the common infected. The real problem were the Cyborgs who acted simir to a human soldier. They would take cover and fire from a safe position, being giant nuisances. The Rail Guns were the ones who had to take them out, along with the special infected.
However a problem soon emerged when the Automated Defense Turrets stopped firing at the enemy, and turned on them. This caused massive confusion as the human soldiers were shot from behind them. Such a betrayal caused them to split their attention and fire at the Turrets.
Suddenly, from the front door, four massive Special Cyborg Infected moved forwards slowly. Each one of them had a shield for arms, pcing it front of their body and blocking every shot without issue. Behind the shield was a new type of infected, one which was invested heavily into defense.
"Rail Gunners! Aim for those bastards right there!" All six Rail Guns stopped what they were doing and aimed directly at the shield infected.
Powering up, a loud humming sound could be heard before it fired with a massive boom. When the giant round nded on the shield, it immediately broke it upon contact. However, this caused the shot to lose it's power and deal only minor damage to the infected underneath. Out of all six shots, only one managed to nd perfectly on one of the Special Cyborg's head, making it explode like a watermelon and colpse to the floor.
Before any joy could be felt, the three remaining shield infected moved out of the way. Stepping out was a 12ft Cyborg Juggernaut, a massive futuristic looking gun in it's grasp. It was so rge it needed both hands to wield it.
"Zero One, open fire." Following his Master's orders, the new and improved Zero One pulled the trigger and took two steps back due to the recoil.
A circur and smooth white ball with blue stripes on it exited from the mouth of the gun. It moved faster than the human eye could perceive and nded in the middle of the battlefield. In an instant, a sound crippling explosion followed afterwards. It was blue and bubble shaped as it kept growing and growing. Anything in it's path of destruction was vaporized, turned into nothing but dust. However, it did eventually stop and disappear after a few moments.
The aftermath was apocalyptic, with an eight meter deep hole in the middle of the room. Most humans caught in the explosion had basically disintegrated, with only a few body parts still there. The ones who didn't get caught up in the explosion suffered from the aftermath and were blown away, tossed to the ground.
While they tried getting to their feet, the remaining common and Cyborg Infected rushed in. They turned the vast majority of them, with a few who killed themselves. As for the Rail Guns and Automated Turrets, they were destroyed in the explosion.
Hiroshi walked into the room with his hands behind his back, looking around the scene with no expression. Looking at the eight meter deep pit, he hummed lightly as a couple screams echoed out. Behind him were the injured and personally named Tank Cyborg Infected. They were new specials he had found a little while ago and noticed how well-suited they were for pure defense.
As he looked at their shattered shields and bleeding forms though, he frowned slightly.
"Hm, biological wounds heal but the mechanical ones don't. Some way to automatically… repair." A sudden idea came to mind, one which was in the most infant stages. If it could work the way he wanted, it would be revolutionary.
But he threw that to the back of his mind and instead focused on Zero One. After losing his right arm and same side of his body, Hiroshi had him carried back and prepped for emergency surgery. Luckily, he was tough and managed to come out the other side, becoming massively improved. The near death experience also seemed to trigger something deep within him, giving Zero One a rge power boost. Now, with his enhancements, he was at the level of an Alpha. Although, a weak Alpha that is.
As for the gun in his hands it was the new and improved CLC 2.0, also called the Core Launcher Cannon. Unlike the previous version, this one doesn't explode on the user and take a sizable chunk of their body. At the same time, the power had increased slightly as well.
"Though, the ammo's a little expensive."
The ammo for the new CLC 2.0 was the Core which powered the Special Cyborg Infected. Such a thing was not easy to make. However from the results, it was well worth it. Especially when he ups his production in a week's time. He even had half a mind to make a smaller, lesser version powered by the Cores within the Common Cyborg Infected.
"Well, that's for ter. All units, go into the Command Center and capture all humans alive." At his order, the new and old infected broke down the door leading deeper. They rushed further and further, screams soon coming from inside.
Whistling a tune, Hiroshi followed after the charging infected with Zero One and the injured Tank Cyborgs behind him. He walked through a long hallway, the screams still coming from up ahead. There were tiny spots of blood here and there, from when the infected took down the humans. Soon enough, he arrived in the brain of the entire base, the Command Center.
It was a ginormous room full of computers and easily able to house hundreds at a time. There were multiple rge screens on the far most wall, showing the chaotic and apocalyptic scene of the base. Hiroshi noticed there were still a few skirmishes going on, but knew they would be cleaned up soon enough. As for the humans in this room, they were all sitting on the ground in the middle. They were huddled together, fear and terror all over their faces as they gnced at the infected surrounding them.
Hiroshi kept whistling as he approached them, causing the infected to make a path for him. Every human eye focused on him, clearly recognizing him for being the leader. However, unlike what they thought, he didn't even touch them. Instead, he fiddled around on their computers. Unfortunately, his new and improved size made it a challenge to type on the keyboard.
"What will you with us, monster?" A slightly built older man said. He was wearing a military uniform and was clearly high up the ranks. Unlike the others, he wasn't scared at all.
Without turning around, Hiroshi spoke up as he searched through their files.
"Whatever I want. But I'll probably experiment on you before turning you into an infected. I have some ideas in mind for you." His words terrified the people there. One even tried making a break for it, but he was soon tackled and ripped apart in front of the other's eyes.
"Foolish as usual. You humans never cease to astound me in this regard. Oh!" He excimed lightly as he finally found the information he was looking for. Getting off the computer, he finally turned around and smiled.
"No time to chat. I have a President to meet after all." The older man widened his eyes, anger overcoming him as he rushed forwards.
"You son of a-" Suddenly, Hiroshi's right mechanical arm transformed into a cannon. A blue colored beam of energy shot out of the mouth and instantly arrived at the man's head, bsting it open like a watermelon.
"Like I said." The cannon transformed back into a normal arm.
"Foolish."
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( Jason )
"Son of a bitch! Another fucking failure?!" I screamed loudly as I watched yet another batch of test subjects succumb to weakness and die. How are they so content to perish like this? Have some backbone and live!
This is already the fourth group of humans I've worked on, trying to turn them into Chosen. And without exception, all of them have died in terrible agony. The rage I feel each time I fail is simir to when I'd py a multi-pyer game and get shit on by someone better than me. Not only is it infuriating to watch some 12 year old call me the n-word as he t-bags me, but there's nothing I can do about it since he's so much better.
"Go get another batch!" I yelled at the infected outside the door. As they bolted away frightfully, I sent a tendril to the still alive 'things' on the tables and started combining them together to form an Abomination. Use every part of the buffalo!
These bastards didn't even look like human beings anymore. Instead, they almost resembled some kind of pnt hybrid with tentacles and tendrils popping out of them. Hard to describe, but that didn't matter. However, it did give me an idea for a new infected. One which spreads spores around and transforms living beings into some sort of tendril and pnt hybrid. Sounds awesome when I think about it. Be cool if I could use these guys, but they were functionally brain dead. Maybe I need to make some sort of Hivemind to control their bodies?
In the span of a few minutes, I had seamlessly combined them together and watched my new Abomination walk towards me. Unlike the first one, this guy and the other three didn't look like Frankenstein. Besides that though, they didn't change too much. I did give them a ranged option since they needed it and a general speed boost, but otherwise kept them the same.
Soon enough, my dutiful minions brought another group of frightened humans for me. However, there was a single outlier who required a special infected. A young girl, probably 19 years old. I didn't give a flying fuck about her looks or how strange her current emotions were. The special part about her was the fact she was a Walker, hence needing a special infected to see her. Hm, that'll be a problem ter on if I don't take care of it quickly. Seems I'll need to tinker with my virus a bit.
Anyway, I strapped them to the table and sent my minions off to the Infected Coliseum. A fight was going on today between a Juggernaut and a Speedster Cat. Love to go myself, but I'm stuck in this hellish pce as I've got work to do. It's a shame, however I'm thinking of scheduling a super event when the sisters return from their outing. Maybe something like a team game, or one VS many.
Forgetting about that, I focused on my newest pymates. They were whining and compining, begging me for mercy. Honestly though, can't they come up with better lines? Everyone just says the cliché thing. 'DoN't kiLl mE! I hAvE a faMilY!' and 'SoN oF a bitCh! I'll kiLl yOu!'. No creativity with these people! They deserve the coming pain and agony for being so boring!
"Okay, that's enough out of the peanut gallery." I shot a couple bundles of webs out of my wrist, shutting them up.
Cracking my neck a few times, I got started on the first customer. Ignoring his widened eyes full of pure fear, I id my hand over his body as my fingers turned into tendrils. They dug deep into his body, splitting off into countless branches which would then split off themselves into smaller ones. This process kept going and going as every branch tched themselves onto his cells. Following the same process as when Lily changed, I started transforming them according to when we had sex.
Everything was going well and swimmingly as I made my subject slowly become a Chosen. Their body became far above that of a normal human, shedding off their previous weakness. Just as I thought things would finally go my way, disaster struck. Against my control, he suddenly started spasming like he was seizing. His cells and DNA I had tried so hard to transform were going the complete opposite direction.
"Don't you fucking-!" I suddenly stopped and sighed, taking my tendrils out and looking at the weird thing in front of me. Like all the others, another hybrid failure.
Annoyed and disappointed, I directed all my rage onto the others. What I've learned from this experience is that hopes and dreams are made specifically to be crushed into dust in front of you. The reason I say this is because all of them have failed. Now, technically, they're still alive so none can fault me about being some heinous murderer. The only minor, super tiny problem, is that they've become brain dead and paralyzed. But these are just details…
And now I move on to the st subject, the scared 19 year old girl. She looked, word for word, exactly like a textbook delinquent teenage girl whose rebelling against her parents. As of the moment, she seemed simir to a skater chick. But her appearance wasn't important.
"Woah, don't be so scared. All you have to do is be different than those losers." I pointed to my left, where the twitching bodies of my vict- willing subjects y. Huh, she somehow looks even more terrified. Just nerves I suppose.
Thus, caring not for her feelings, I did the exact same thing to her as I had done to all the others. Everything went smoothly, but at this pace it'll probably fail once more. For the batch, I should switch things up and try going down a new path-
Suddenly, a change! Unlike the previous ones, this girl was fully accepting the transformation naturally. Her body changed swiftly, becoming far stronger and more adaptive than before. On the outside, while she didn't become some sort of pnt hybrid, her human form did change slightly. Simir to Lily and Alice. However, these were minor details. The real meat and potato cheese sauce I had to deal with was her mind.
Brainwashing her during the process was difficult, but I did manage to instill a sense of blind devotion and loyalty towards me. It didn't mean she couldn't backstab and betray me, however it would be highly unlikely. At the same time, I gave her my ability to heal from consuming biological mass, a portion of my Domination Aura, and a set of powers which would be instinctive to her. For anything else she wanted, she'd have to explore on her own. Now that I'm thinking about it, I should do this with every Chosen.
Withdrawing my tendrils from her, I stretched deeply and waited for her to wake up. As of now, there was no need for my assistance and just needed her body to accept everything. Luckily, I didn't have to wait for long as I saw her eyes flutter. She looked around curiously, as if she didn't even know what happened. But when seeing the pnt hybrids, I could see the fear in her.
"M-Master…?" She said hesitantly, not used to calling another being such a term. Might be loyal to me, but that doesn't mean she forgot everything about her past life.
"Come here and let me give you a check up." Confusion was all over her face when I asked that. She looked at the straps still tying her down and gave it slight tug. Suddenly, they snapped in half as she sat up with shock.
"Cool isn't it? And this is just the tip of the iceberg. You'll get countless times stronger. Might even be able to destroy a mountain." Her eyes went wide in disbelief, as would many I suppose. But it's not as if I was lying. My current power alone made me able to completely obliterate a small city. Well, not in a single punch like Saitama or something but more like in an hour or so?
"Now, come here." A shock went through her body at my command, forcing her to do my bidding. She might be Chosen, but she was the same as all other infected. Mine to control and use as I please.
When stopping in front of me, I ignored her nervous appearance and shoved my tendrils into her body. Non-Japan style of course. I did a quick check up to make sure everything was working right and was surprised. It was no wonder I felt a piece to the puzzle was missing. Turns out, it was the Walker gene which made this process far smoother as apposed to the other experiments. Besides that, this whole thing went even better than I originally hoped! This is fantastic news as now I don't have to have sex with countless beautiful women to make my army of Chosen!
"Wait… that doesn't sound so bad." Forcibly forgetting that as thinking about it any longer will just make me depressed, I sent her away to the Coliseum to fight with some infected. As for me?
"Chair-Holder!" My dutiful little moron rushed over and awaited my orders.
"Another batch! Bring more this time, along with some common infected and Night Hunters! Need to get rid of their shitty weakness to the sun." He nodded his head like a chick. Just as he was about to go, I stopped him.
"Wait, come here and let me boost your potential. I'm feeling extra generous today!" With happiness and a goofy smile, Chair-Holder rushed towards me and stood there like a puppy waiting for a treat.
As I worked on him, I simultaneously combined the pnt hybrid failures into another Abomination. Though, while doing so, a thought came to mind.
"I need more infected, like one to spread the Infestation. Then there's the one I thought of a little while ago, the flying virusy one. Ugh, all work and no py makes me a very dull and frustrated boy. I hope the sisters will come back soon. New and improved for me to blow off some steam." Done with Chair-Holder, I shooed him away and awaited the new subjects.
"After this batch, I seriously have to get some consuming done. But how can I do so without reducing my future Horde's numbers? I want every single one I can get..." It was a problem I didn't have an answer to. Just as I was about to say fuck it and start eating all the potential members of my Horde, it came to me.
"It's not like I have to consume only them right? Pnts? What about trees? As long as it's a living being? Then there's the ocean with that octopus fucker from before. Can I consume coral?" Suddenly, the future was looking very bright indeed. Well, not for the pnet, but why should I give a flying fuck?
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Inside of a secret Bcksite, miles away from any city, Larry was in a massive room overseeing a military operation on cleaning up a recently nuked Dead City. Up on the big screen were the POVs of the squad leaders, numbering two dozen in total. Everything was going as pnned, with them putting down any surviving infected. They had some losses, but it was within their predictions.
Suddenly, one of the officers working on a computer turned around and got his attention.
"General? We… have a problem." Larry sighed and shook his head.
"What else is new? Speak."
"We've lost contact with our base in New 'Merica. They haven't responded to a single one of our check-ups. Strange thing is, everything was fine and operational yesterday." Larry frowned deeply, an ominous feeling building inside him.
"Py back the recordings of the cameras." However, the officer delivered more bad news.
"We can't access them. Somehow, they've been deleted. Manually."
"Holy hell." Larry widened his eyes at a chilling realization and immediately left the room as fast as he could.
