I woke up at 3 am,  it was as if my mind had to snap out of sleep it never happened to me before at least not outside the battlefields.

A few minutes later as i stood in front of the window watching the heavy rain pouring against the window’s  glass

While i was drinking some of my whiskey’s bottle i had found a day ago, i heard an incoming message from the communication radio  ” CM, CM, respond CM… OVER ”  the young male voice said in a distressful tone.

So i walked toward the device to press the transmission button, before repling calmly…

” CM here, what’s the matter sergent… COPY. ”

” Sir… we have a problem sir ! ”
Not like we never had any probelms, i thought to myself, But usually i never had to wait too hear the actual “problem”, so i quickly got pissed of waiting..

“Speak up what is it ? COPY ! ” i was a bit moody  already that night so it was not going to be good at all.
” The mercenaries have Struck again Sir…” the soldier spoke with a hesitating and even trembling voice i would say and then he added further  ” They took the hospital OVER. SIR ! ”

As soon as i heard that i knew it was more than bad news,  really bad,  even awfully and terribly  bad, if it’s the hospital this could only mean one thing…

” what ?! ” i yelled back at the device, at that moment i knew something, Azah was in charge of protecting the hospital and shelter and the thing is if they’ve taken the place it could only mean one thing…

a thing i refused to acknowledge before i hear it… i don’t think i even acknowledged it after hearing it YET.
” Sir… the Second Squead Leader Azah Knight… was killed while performing his duties and protecting the hospital from the Mercenaries he and porkins are deceased ”
These words are still echoing in my head now,  i can’t take them off my brain no matter how much i yell or make others scream i keep hearing them,  somebody…take them off my head… and i could not even respond anymore, So after my long silence a second message arrived. WHICH didn’t HELP.

 

” Also our corporal Shan is missing Sir !! ; COPY ”
At that same moment my radio was falling down,  no.. i didn’t throw it,  it fell off my hand, i had no grip strength to keep holding anything anymore and i could even barely stand as if i was shot twice in the head…

That was the radio Azah gave me, the one that saved my life and my comrades lifes more than once, and now it fell down and broke into shreds….

”  Forgive me Azah ” is all i could say to the broken device Somehow i managed to take a last sip of whiskey before i threw the glass away then i stood there as still as a statue while the magnitude of my loss swept over me.

I felt the sadness flowing through my veins and deadened my mind like the virus itself.

It was a poison to my spirit, dulling and killing off my few remaining emotions until it was the only one that remained.
It was as if a black mist had settled upon me and refused to shift, and no matter how bright the day was going to be now i would feel no sun and hear no birds song.
For the world was lost to me and i knew of nothing that would bring it back into focus.

I was in that  kind of sadness that seeps into your bones instead of exploding in a cascade of tears.

For i was sad for all the memories of our works together, also all the funny moments, not to mention the ones we still had to have and would now never share.

And i was even more sorrowful that he has left everything behind him, he had so many people to protect no one else could do it for him not even i.

My body seemed to grow colder and my mind seemed to fill with a leaden feeling, but my face remained stubbornly dry and so i grieved on my own.

 

 

At that moment something snapped in my mind and i would describe my new pain like death by a thousand paper cuts, for every time i remembered my current losses it was another cut to my already damaged mind.

None were enough to kill me, but overtime their accumulation bled me of the humanity i once had.

Yes I once was gregarious and generous natured, now i was just melancholy and hatred.

Before i even release it the sadness and grief quickly has turned to a overwhelming anger, and there i was wondering why i was feeling so warm in that cold day.

The anger boiled deep in my system, as hot as lava. It churned within, hungry for destruction, and I knew it was too much for me to handle.

The pressure of this raging sea of anger would force me to do things I do not want to do, or to express thoughts I’ve suppressed for weeks now.

I knew I had to get far away of everyone’s way before I erupt in my furious state.

I also knew that this feeling will pass, but while it hasn’t, I’m well aware I could really hurt and even kill people without a second thought.

So I escape. I bolt out of my house before anyone comes to visit me, and I ran, i ran like hell !!

Strangely enough i didn’t feel the cold rain falling on my skin, maybe i was just too warmed up from the anger,  maybe the rain drops had evaporated at the contact of my burning skin…i don’t know i couldn’t feel anything and i was bare chested running as fast as i could wildly while shutting out the world around me.

 

I just… Let go. Of everything.

 

I allowed the darkness I felt swallow me whole for a little while, but the sound of the rain felt like it was flowing through my veins, calming me from head to toe.
Before i could even emerge from the anger i possessed, i came face to face with five mercenaries near the bridge.

The place was so dark that night… but they had lights so they saw me..

Called Out with a threatening Voice.

” STOP RIGHT FUCKING-THERE !! OR I WILL SHOT YOUR ASS ” one of them yelled at me
I  stopped running slowly…. but it was not from fear, OH NO.. far from that… it was something else.
It was like a vexing of the soul for what I felt was not human, it was twisted and distorted but it was something strong.It burned so bad like fire lacing my veins and creeping up my spine, my skin was a sore looking red but all I could feel was desire; desire to hate.

 

The five guys approached  my position and started pointing their guns at me blinding me a little with their lights.
Meanwhile i was intoxicated with the emotion I had no intention of ever feeling, the acidity of it was residing in my stomach waiting to be spat out of my mouth in foul and vulgar words i would be shoot at for saying,
except I wasn’t going to say them, I was going to screech them with every ounce of breath that dwelled in my lungs.

 

” WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUTSIDE AT THIS HOUR ??!! ANSWER!! ” one of them yelled at me in attempt to intimidate me or w/e

 

I still did not reply though… I only thought about the reasons i was outside and i got even angrier than i was as i did.

 

But i swear i held myself back to not say or do anything as long as I could at least…… then I did let go.

 

They encircled me, each of the five taller than me. At first, they just called me names, but then they pushed “the button.”

 

Their leader came and poked me in the bare chest while barking at me. As he did he must have felt the metallic plate and the second he had noticed my dog tag his look changed from extreme superiority to a total inferiority and cowardice;
I could tell he knew what he read on my dog tags.

And ..  Judging from his expression of terror… He probably knew the meaning of it.
I was no mere military… I was one of the twilight’s mercenaries before the outbreak, registered and controlled by using tags embedded with chips that monitor our vital signs and gives our locations constantly via satellites.

Usually after our confirmed death, we are automatically deleted from our category and our family registration.

Every record of our existence is then erased.
Thus, we are also known as The “Tagged” our tags have their own ranking, Speculated to be a measure of our strength with F/5 (the default) being the lowest and S/0 the highest.

 

Mine is an  A/0  as you can see here.. which mean pretty bad news.. for these so called mercenaries.

Now before he could pull his hand back i grabbed it and bent it back to his chin, while punching him in the stomach at the same time, making him fall down in intense pain.

One of them grabbed my left arm and I whirled to land one solidly on his jaw, right below his eye. He went down instantly as well.
Two of the other three held my arms firmly with both hands and immobilized me while another mercenary hit me in the stomach twice, his fist slides over my bare soaked skin.
He didn’t see this coming, I kicked him solidly in the midsection, which knocked the breathe out of him. He bent over but didn’t fall Yet.
When I kicked the guy in the gut, I pushed the others back and and we all went down.

I hit the pavement but instead of  getting up quickly.  I used the floor to my advantage…

I went into a one-handed handstand position, and then i kicked one of the mercenary hard in the ribs as he didn’t seem to have a kevlar, this attack was quickly followed by a second kick from the other leg aimed at the lower part of the guy’s face, and as he went down on all fours, and I kicked at his chin and landed a hard one on his head.

The other was up and ran at me to tackle me. So I stiff-armed him swung a roundhouse punch toward his jaw and slamed my arm into the back of his neck to push him to the ground.
While they were regaining their balances…

 

I did not even hesitate a second i pulled my colt out of my back pants pocket and shot them one by one.

 

I did not care if others would hear the noise and come at my location to kill me… i was too angry to think about it at that moment..
Five Startling shots rattle echoed under the sound of the heavy rain just like thunder,  my gun was a 1914 Colt, it’s what comes after a magnum and a degale in term of fire power,  so it’s pretty daim loud you can hear it from 6 blocks away.
The bullets were mostly aimed at their skulls and necks.

I think i was to angry to aim that well, so i hope i didn’t kill them all instantly and that i missed their vital areas.

So that the nearby zombies could come to feast on them while they are still alive and defenseless…

 

I know i had no mercy left to give them or to spare any or finish the survivors ” i hope you all get devoured very slowly in a gore-some way ” I exclaimed with an unmerciful voice, and a ghastly face, bloodshot pallid lips.
Then i noticed one of them rising his hand up as if begging for his life to be spared as he must have thought i was going to finish him off…. when i glared at him with my silver eyes.

” You… follow me.” i said, as i had some plans to apply now.

 

YES…This was not over far from it.
After taking him to the most isolated area outside the town, i planned to start some nice and long sessions of torture with him just to make him spit everything he knew, I wanted to know, their numbers, their current location, their weapons, AND every FUCKING Thing about them… so that i can strike them Back just as hard.

 

But this guy didn’t even wait for me to tie him up as he started giving me all the informations i needed.

 

I listened to him and noted everything in mind not letting a single info, going past my furious head.

After he was done giving me all the intels i wanted, He started crying for his life saying;

” Am innocent !!! i didn’t kill your friends !!  i didn’t kill anyone yet !!  please have MERCY  please.. Please.. let me go !! i won’t say anything, i don’t know you!! i won’t speak !!  I ll leave the place and town !! please don’t kill me and bla bla bla ”  we all know the song

” You have a face of a Saint ” I said then  paused as a devious smile appeared on my lips ” A Saint Bernard.”

I pulled my gun … and spoke to the frightened mercenary

” I shall let you go this time, and don’t worry… i will send your friends after you to keep you company in hell… ”

Not even a flinch from me… as i raised my gun toward his face and unloaded the last bullets i had in it, STRAIGHT in his UGLY skull without any hesitation or remorse.

 

 

I think killing that last one helped me a lot, Having the anger dissipate in me even just a little felt so nice, and I felt calmer than I was before, I felt a little free too.
I may had killed many people before this Outbreak … but it never felt this FUCKING good.
Maybe because i was not killing them for personal reasons. Maybe….

but Still…. I was not done with them

 

This Was Not The End. But Only … The Beginning Of My Wrath

 

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