𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁//𝙿𝙹𝙼 𝙵𝙵

•Sector 3•

A pair massive eyes popping out of their sockets staring through the same gap of the doors where the moonlight once shone.

The small lens of the sunglasses were enough to reflect the greenish eyes behind them. Shit, they're nocturnal, Venus tsked in her head.

Seok Jin forgot to breath for a moment when he saw the reflection that showed what was standing right behind the doors but Venus remained extremely calm, too calmed. She gently lifted his gloved hand and gestured it to his nose, gesturing him to breath into the fabric instead of panting through the cold night and having his breathe sensed by the creature.

Though it wasn't a fully evolved Mutant, it was close. A Metant, a transitioning zombie. It seemed that it had been traveling and hunting alone, gaining power and maximum nutrition from solitary hunting. No doubt it's going to grow into a Mutant shortly which made it even worse. Metant were known to be aggressive as they closed in on their evolution. They would hunt ruthlessly and unskillfully, like an amateur and they tend to leave messy scenes. Their popping eyes surprisingly served no purpose in enhancing their vision. If anything, it deteriorated their sights due to enlarged blood vessels and overly extended extraocular muscles.

Venus pulled out a black tactic blade and a sling shot. The blade was the only thing of Jimin she brought and thus she was carrying a heavy heart and a heavier shoulders. This blade reminded her so much of her husband's bravery back when they escaped together and it would grant her the same bravery to kill this Metant. She passed the sling shot to the man and gestured, "you distract, I kill". She knew the Metant would easily dodge her stab which was why Seok Jin needed to create that split second of distraction to divert its impeccable senses.

There was a tiny hole in another window which Seok Jin needed to shoot a rock out of and have the Metant turns its head for Venus to stab through the peak hole of the door and right into that rotting brain. He held many guns and had many confirmed kills before but never was he commanded to shoot a rock through a fist-sized hole but as Venus drew out her blade, it was the signal he needed to initiate the plan. He pulled on the rubber as soft as possible before letting it go and the rock right through the window, cracking it a little bit as his aim swirled but it did its job.

The Metant whipped his head around and Venus got a clear view of the back of its head and that's when she launched the blade through the peak hole with such strength that the hilt hit the door with a gong sound. But the Metant was quick enough to whip its head back and the blade sliced through its neck but not stabbing its head. Greenish brown blood splattered everywhere as the Metant started to crawl and bang on the door. It was pissed and hungry. The metal door let out screams of gong and bang, echoing through the dark but haunted forest. It was attracting unwanted attention from far away.

Needing to stop this noise, Venus yanked Seok Jin to the door and it swung open to shield the man behind it. As expected by Venus, the Metant came crashing in and headed right into her blade. She stabbed right up its brain through the mouth before it fell lifelessly onto the ground. Seok Jin quickly closed the door. The bunker now hosts another guest.

"Why did you push me behind the door. You could've been killed", Seok Jin tried to hide the panic in his voice. Tagging along with the ruler's wife was bad enough but if Jimin sees this in real life? He would have his entire bloodline crucified. "The Metant wants me. It picked up my sense and marked me as its target. Besides, I'm more familiar with the blade than you", Venus whispered before kneeling near the disgusting corpse. They stayed in silence, anticipating for what the noise might've attracted but the forest remained dead. Not the best feeling either. They felt watched.

The fellow scientists spent the rest of the gloomy and haunted night gathering samples from the Metant. The silence was a loud anticipation of their worst nightmare. Sector 3.