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Chapter 2 – Hiding
At Edonia.
An old discrepant building stood in the middle of a battle zone. Inside a lone figure rests on a cold hard floor against the wall. Jake Muller fingered a syringe pondering as he swayed it slightly with his fingers.
It's now or never, he thought to himself. Raising the syringe to his neck, he grunted as the needle pricked his skin. Using his thumb, he pushed the contents of the syringe in his body. He tossed it carelessly afterwards. Closing his eyes, he thought of the events that occurred over the past couple of hours.
The Republic of Edonia in Eastern Europe is a complete warzone. While the country was never better off in the first place, there's been disturbing reports of a viral outbreak that turns people into well, monsters for lack of a better word. Horrific creatures, mutated bodies with a huge dose of pent up aggression and a tendency for violence. Creatures that leaves the person into a shadow of their former selves. That is when Jake's squad was called in.
Jake lived in Edonia all his life. Raised by his mother, he never really knew his father. His mother never really talked about him. She only described him as coward who disappeared on the face of the earth once the responsibility of fatherhood was known to him. Jake never even knew what his father looked like. Nevertheless, his mother did all she could do for him. As a single parent, she often worked double shifts as a waitress at a local diner. Living in a small two bedroom apartment, his childhood was not easy. His mother working long hours usually left him by himself. He had to grow up fast and learn to look out for himself. Seeing his mother struggle to provide for him, he felt the need to support his mother in return.
That is when he found work as a mercenary in Edonia. With all the chaos of going on, the government does not seem to place much importance on protecting its people. That is when a number of anti-government operations formed and started hiring soldiers to do the dirty jobs. Jake soon took up the chance to earn some money. Truth to be told, he doesn't really care what his own organization wants or the war happening around him. His main objective is to earn some cash. Working as a mercenary enables him to do that and the pay isn't bad at all.
His squad was appointed to patrol and get rid of any dangers around the far side of town. The southern side of the country has the most viral outbreaks reported and most people fled the town in order to escape the monsters or the infection. Each one of his squad as given a dose of antigens by the organization needed to be injected twice daily to prevent them from getting infected themselves. He thought it was a good measure of security for his safety until one by one his squad members started getting infected. His squad of four people was patrolling outside an abandoned building when a needle bomb was thrown at them each injecting the members with a needle. He only saw a glimpse of a figure disappearing behind some trees when his squad started screaming in pain and tearing at their skin and clothes. Almost instantly, everyone began to change. All but him.
"What the hell is going on?" he muttered as he watched the horror unfolding before his eyes.
He winced as he removed the needle that struck him in the arm and stared in shock and horror as his squad mutated before his eyes. More pairs of eyes emerged by the side of their heads. Teeth grew razor sharp. Nails grew into long pointed claws. One of the things that astounded Jake was that as his squad members began to change, so did their speech. Speaking only in a language that they only understood, they surrounded him and attacked.
"What the fuck? You son of a bitch!" he cried as he dodged a sharp talon about to rake his face.
One thing about him is that he is a skilful fighter of close quarter combat. Something he does very well that suited his job as a mercenary. To most people a three to one fight is pretty much asking to be a meat sandwich. With adrenaline pumping through his veins he dodged one of the monsters as they swung a metal pipe at his head. Flexing his fist, he rammed it as hard as he could to the monster's side. Satisfied that feeling some of his ribs crack under his knuckles, he moved swiftly behind him and kicked the back of his knee breaking it. He turned to the other monster closest to him and threw a couple of punches to his face. Sensing the third one aiming his gun at him, Jake quickly grabbed the monster he was fighting and placed him in front of himself using it as a shield just in time as the bullets were shot towards him. Blood spurted through the gunshot wounds and his former squad member fell limply to the ground. Before the last of his squad could reload his machine gun, Jake rushed to him and delivered a hammer blow to his head. Stunned momentarily Jake dropped to the ground and swinging his body in a circle, he stuck his leg out sweeping the other monster's legs under him dropping him to the ground. Jumping up he formed his hand into a fist and brought it down as he landed on the ground, punching the monster in the chest. Blood spurted out of its mouth and stopped moving.
Breathing hard, he looked around alert for more threats. The place was as silent as death.
I need to get out of this shithole, he thought to himself. He looked around and saw a hole on the wall of the abandoned building beside him. The wall had collapsed providing an entrance to the place. Oh well, I guess beggars can't be choosers, he thought as he quickly made his way inside. It was dark and smelled of a combination of mildew and urine. Scrunching his face in disgust, he hoped that this place can offer him safety even if it's just temporary.