A shimmer of light reflected off the titanium blade between the blood, as the zombie and Vesper continued to charge at each other. A moment before the two would make contact the zombie's leading arm was sidestep and Vesper turned in a counterclockwise direction, planting his leading foot three quarters through the rotation, slamming the short sword into the middle of the zombie's femur. There was a sharp, crescent, high pitched whine as the blade sliced through the flesh, clearing the bone, and out the other side. The motion completely dismembered the leg from the body, causing it to fall to the ground as the zombie struggled forward.
After the zombie collapsed forward, it attempted to hoist itself back up, using its large arm as a support. Turning around, Vesper ran towards the zombie and jumped onto it's back. Taking a few steps up its back, he jumped into the air turning one hundred and eighty degrees. The short sword was held with it between both hands and the blade tip pointing down, as it impaled the zombies at the top of its cranium. The body of undead flesh collapsed and the head fell down freeing the blade from it so it didn't need to be pulled out.
A sizzling lump of greenish brown goo landed beside Vesper, on top of part of the dead zombie he had just killed. The dead flesh was eaten away as the goo made its way to the ground before creating a small hole in the ground and disappeared. To vesper's back, behind a row of zombies stood a zombie completely missing a good portion of its lower jaw. It was riddled with small holes from the acidic slime that it had just shot out at Tyson's body.
Vesper turned around and the zombie shot out another glob of slime which impacted a zombie in front of it, dissolving the head. Vesper started out towards the threat that had made its presence know. As he ran he pulled out the last throwing knife left in the holster and through it at the zombie. It sailed through the air turning end over end before being hit with a wad of slime dissolving it midair.
Only focusing on the dire threat Vesper attempted to charge through the group of zombies between him and the acid spitter. The group of zombies clawed and bit at his living body that was trying to breakthrough them. Blood became visible as the finger nails and teeth peeled back layers of skin as they were passed by the deleterious being. This failed to slow him down as his rush towards the spitter continued. A large lump appeared in the throat of the acid hawking zombie as Vesper closed the gap separating them. The sword was raised in the air and swung forward towards the zombie's head as it spat out the acid from its throat, morphing and changing its shape as it passed through the constantly generating sound waves, before covering the plates of Tyson's armor on his left forearm as the sword continued on its path unaltered.
As the swing came to a rest and the zombie's body collapsed to the ground. The acid had eaten through the armor's plates' connections. I metal clang was barely audible as they fell of his arm and onto the ground. A sizzle of melt flesh soon followed and the sword quickly switched hands. In order to stop the acid from removing the limb, Vesper crudely removed a layer of flesh that went under the acid eaten, leaving shallow bleeding wound.
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Or was it virus after the beast? Maybe it's something else altogether and I'm misremembering. Oh well, I'll look it up later if I ever get control of my body again. As Tyson finished thinking to himself, the younger version of himself left the room causing everything inside of it to freeze as what happened after he left was unknown. Not wanting to be left in the strange sight of a frozen point in time, Tyson left following himself out of the area and the building.
As Tyson left building the memory started to fade and refocus multiple times before stopping and staying normal for a few seconds. This caused Tyson to stop in his tracks confused about what was happening to the area around him before it stabilized. After a few seconds a feeling that what had happened was gone, Tyson took a few more steps before an intense pain shot through his arm and he closed his eyes and he gritted through it.
When Tyson opened his eyes again his vision was hazy. Blinking a few times to helped clear it, and reveal that he was now in a rundown bar. A quick scan, with the sound of loud Portuguese music being blared in the background, showed that he was in a South American bar. After walking around the dance floor, Tyson spotted himself walking back from the bar with six beers in his hands.
A certain awkwardness was felt as he watched himself walk back over to a large table that seated himself and five of his former teammates. There were also four other empty chairs for the four remaining team members that were currently located elsewhere in the bar. Walking over to the table he sat down at one of the empty seats. From the look of his teammates in his memory he could tell it was five or six years ago. Tyson basked in the familiar sight of his teammates sitting together drinking in some far off country. It was always done after a completed mission before they were shipped back home, or to another country for another mission.
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Vesper shifted his feet apart into a wider stance and raised the short sword into the air. An impact passed through the sword and into his body. A zombie had jumped a considerable distance towards him, caught in motion without a means to alter its course; the zombie slammed into the sword head first. The force caused Vesper to bend his knees, redirecting the zombie off to the side.
Before a chance to recover came, two zombies with ivory blades in place of forearms attacked him at the same time from his flanks. Without the time to react properly both zombies made direct hits with their attacks. Although his armor took the majority of the blow the blades bent several plates; opening and exposing weak points. The arms landing on both of his sides trapped him in place as they both swung again with their opposite arms.
Vesper couldn't move at the present point in time and no option but to take the second strike. This time the blades were angled upwards so to try to cut in and under damaged plates from his previous fights with the other zombies. Snaps could be heard as the stress from the blows broke off several plates. The attack however caused the arms that were stuck in his armor and trapping him to be knocked back; freeing Vesper.
Taking advantage of this, a show of force was made to move himself through their arms in front of him. A few steps clear of them, Vesper turned around and raised the short sword in front of him in a vertical blocking position. Both zombies were fast of their feet and had already moved forward, swing their bladed arms in a downward strike. Moving his arm right both blades were caught and blocked. Using his left arm to support the blade, he stopped the left sided strike without fault. The right side however hit two plates up from his wrist, cutting them off from his armor due to a lacking of surface area to disperse the blow.
Still this was gained ground and it wasn't about to be lost. As the outside arms swung in at waist level, Vesper moved towards the left zombie. Feigning a sword swing from the right, Vesper grabbed the left shoulder of the zombie as it moved to dodge it and pulled it down towards the other zombie. This caused the zombie from the right side to cut off left zombie's left arm. This sisn't stop the slash as it continued forward and mildly dented one of the larger sections of the chest armor.
Any advantaged gained by removing the one zombie's arm was immediately lost as four fang like teeth pierced his back. Two teeth hit his shoulder blades, while the lower two landed right behind his kidneys. The plates that they pierced through made a crippling sound as they bent towards the center of the back, before the whole back section of his armor was torn off. Turning around a zombie with an up scaled version of the Predator's mouth, retracted its mouth and slowly crushed the armor that it had torn off with it.
Before any reaction could be made a scorpion esque tail shot into the dented plate on his chest; ripping it off as it retracted it. Two bladed arms slammed into his own from behind, sinking in through the armor and leaving shallow cuts just below his triceps. The remaining armor on the body's forearms dropped off his arms. The right side got stuck on the sword as it fell down. It wasn't stuck for long as the zombie tail breached his front armor again; this time completely removing what was left of it as it withdrew the tail.
Outnumbered three to one, without his armor, left him with only one option. Run! Acting on that option immediately, Vesper ran off at the biggest gap between the zombies. He headed in the safest direction. This was behind the ones with the blade arms due to the ranged capabilities of the other zombies. This however proved to be a problem as it was leading away from the Promenade.
A sense of desperation could be felt coming off the psyche that had taken control of Tyson's body. Running away helplessly, having to dodge the fray of newer approaching zombies was a sight of insanity. The only thing that pushed him forward was the instinct to stay alive. Still a glint of hope survived as the handle from the long sword coming out from below a corpse in front of him. The sword however was in the path of a massive fifteen foot zombie, that had muscles grown and mutated large enough that they barely even fit on it. Still it was the only gamble that could be had towards a light at the end of the bloody tunnel called death.
Getting to the sword seconds before the giant zombie, it was pulled out from under the body. An unexpected reward came with it as the belt with explosives attached to it lay on the other side of the corpse. Slinging the explosives over his shoulder and picking up his long sword. Vesper took two steps forward, ducked down, and turned around while jumping as the extremely large zombie passed over him; its feet having just missed him. Vesper drove both swords into it, and started to climb up its back.
The zombie started to weave as each sword pierced its back while he climbed up it. Turning around he saw the group of zombies following him had grown. Setting the incinerary device on the belt to explode in three seconds, Vesper lightly tossed the belt. He watched the zombies burn up as a chemical flame covered them and destroyed their bodies. As the large zombie he was riding continued to move on, the other device on the belt blew up as the chemicals melted the wiring allowing the current to transfer through the blasting cap, setting off the device.
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The bar disappeared and his vision became blurry again before appearing in a mud filled field. Guns were being fired off and bullets were flying through him as barbed wire ran through his legs. Soldiers crawled under the barbed wire and Tyson immediately recognized this as basic training.
A crackling voice that wasn't audible could be heard as the training field disappeared and his vision returned to a haze. A room with wooden walls and floor surrounded him as his vision returned. A small child and an adult male walked down the center of the room. Freshly made beds and lockers were on either side of them and the adult male spoke out. "Tyson, we're going to be living here for the next few weeks. It's only temporary as they are still preparing my officer's quarters. This means you can't make a mess or damage anything in here for the next few weeks."
The memory muddied and vanished. This time the voice from before became more audible, but still unrecognizable. "Do it...Chance...Up now! Tyson couldn't understand anything beyond that as he found himself at a crowded mall. Identify the general time or location of the place didn't happen as the memory was lost right away.
The voice returned but it was almost completely clear this time. "Do it now! This is your chance right now! Wake up now!" By the time the voice finished it was too late. Tyson was now inside a cave. An injured black female laid inside the cave beside him in matching black armor to his own. Tyson recognized this memory instantly. Marrow and himself had gotten separated from their team and she was injured. Tyson had to move her into the cave since it had started to rain and the weather was liable to kill her. The sight brought a tear to his eye before his attention was snapped away as the cave disappeared.
Tyson instantly started to try to move his arms and legs. The ones in his mind didn't move nor did the ones on his body. Twisting. Turning. Trying to get something to move or respond. Tyson was getting desperate as he didn't know how much longer he had left before he was in another memory. In a few seconds he had become desperate and yelled out, "This is my body! This is my mind. I demand control here! I demand to have my say!"
Surprise hit Tyson as his vision remained in the white, but o new memories formed. It had been a lot long than normal between the memory transfers, and it didn't feel like he had any control over his body either. Suddenly the white focused but didn't stabilize. It just seemed like it was refreshing constantly. It didn't feel like he was seeing it, but instead hearing it. Suddenly he began his brain began to process what was happening. A detailed vapor became visible in the distance as freshly crushed zombies laid on the ground closer to him. Twisted creatures became consumed within the vapor and lost their shape in his eyes.
The detail about what was happening, about what he was "seeing," was far better than he had seen before. The refreshing disappeared and it became a constant streaming picture of everything before him. It took him a few seconds but Tyson realized that he was viewing echolocation. The original aim for his genetic mutation was happening in his head. His vision center in his brain was now transferring the reflected sound waves from his vocal power into a form of sight.
The thought process was short lived as his body was rocked hard and debris came overhead into his line of vision. His body turning around and the change of direction showed the back of a creature before his body moved up and his head looked over the zombie's shoulder. It was clear that they had busted into the cafe. His body seemingly moved on its own like when it turned around and climbed up the zombie's back. Vesper took both swords came with him and thrust them into the left side of the zombie sending it into a hard right turn and into the right side of the rear cafe wall.
The impact sent Tyson off of the zombie's back; leaving the swords stuck in it. Tyson's legs tucked in before launching into the zombie's back, sending him into a flip before he fell onto a pile of half burnt bodies. Tyson's head shot around the room and the high pitched sound being produced from his mouth with it. The returning echoes showed a room filled with scattered living zombies and a large number of already dead ones. The massive zombie Tyson rode in was stuck in the wall and Taryn and Levi were visibly running down the hall, about to exit it.
The massive zombie was breaking himself free along with most of the wall when his head returned to its direction. "Aim at the ceiling and shake the roof down!" Tyson yelled throughout his mind. He was trying to order whatever still had control of his body into killing the giant in front of him. It would also close off the Cafe entrance to the Main Hall stopping the zombies' movements into it. Tyson thought he had failed or was ignored as his body turned around and ran towards to massive hole produced by the zombie, that lead outside. A thought of helplessly watching passed through his mind before it was shot down when his head was lifted and his power intensified and found the resonating point of the ceiling.
The ceiling shook apart and collapsed as Tyson's body made it outside; being knocked off his feet by the resulting shockwave. A feeling of relieve washed over Tyson as he got up and the vision of the toppled ceiling impaling the colossal zombie multiple times came into him. It was a short lived victory though as a set of claws slammed into his kidneys and lifted him into the air. A winged zombie had swooped down from above him and was now flying away with him.
Its head snapped forward and tried to bite Tyson's throat as Vesper jerked his head back. A hand slammed into its face pushing it back as the other grabbed its wing. Pulling the wing hard forward, a loud snap indicated a dislocation. A hard right and a steep drop soon followed as the zombie couldn't flap its one wing and stabilize itself. The pain coursing through Tyson from the claws soon disappeared. A greater wave swept through him as his back slammed into a wall of debris that used to be the front entrance.
Whatever speed the zombie was moving at had to be extreme as there was still enough force to send Tyson and itself through the wall separating the Main Hall from the General section of the museum, the wall between the General section and the First Generation section, and finally the wall separating the First and Second Generation sections of the museum. A loud impact was made as they hit hear the base of the Second and Third Generation wall; stopping hard. The zombie was still living but so were Vesper and Tyson. Before it could strike again for his neck Vesper grabbed its head and twisted it completely around breaking the neck. A large pool of blood was growing around Tyson and his vocal powers shut off as he passed out.
