Date: 07/05/2020Time: 02:35 AMLocation: Somewhere in Siberia
POV: GHOST
It was supposed to be just another routine mission.
Infiltrate, eliminate a Russian squad, and erase any trace of the secret laboratory where they operated—something direct, fast, and efficient.
But, as always, things were never as simple as they seemed.
There were two small problems.
The first: we lost communication with the base two days ago.
And that could only mean two things—neither of them good.
Either we had been abandoned, which I doubted, or something had happened at the base, which was far more likely.
The second problem...
We eliminated everyone inside the lab. Mission complete, right? Wrong. That's when the real shit began.
The damn Russians didn't stay dead.
A few seconds after being taken down, their bodies started undergoing a grotesque transformation.
Their pale, frostbitten skin darkened to a necrotic hue, cracking in several places as if something was corroding them from the inside out.
Blisters formed under their flesh, swelling and bursting, releasing a thick, dark fluid.
Their once lifeless eyes began moving erratically, pupils dilated as if they were seeing something beyond our world.
Then came the sound.
A dry snap, a muffled pop—the sound of their bones shifting and realigning in unnatural ways.
Jaws unhinged beyond human limits, revealing jagged, serrated teeth.
And that's how I lost one of my men.
Miller was the farthest from me. When I saw one of the bodies suddenly rise, I reacted, but due to the distance, I couldn't cover him in time, and...
The thing sank its teeth into his neck before he could even defend himself.
Miller's scream echoed through the lab—a sound mixed with pain and sheer terror.
I reached him in an instant and slashed horizontally with my katana.
BAQQQQ
The thing's head hit the ground.
But the damage was already done.
Miller staggered, clutching his neck, blood seeping through his gloved fingers.
He tried to speak, but all that came out was a gurgling rasp.
His breathing turned erratic, his eyes wide with absolute terror.
He knew what was coming.
"Don't let me turn into one of them..." were his last words before collapsing.
Then, it began.
His body started convulsing violently.
I couldn't let the transformation finish.
I raised my weapon and fired—a single shot, straight through the skull.
Miller stopped moving.
But the problem wasn't over.
If this was happening here, it could be happening elsewhere.
I needed answers. I needed to know if this was an isolated case or if the entire world had already been consumed.
If it was the latter, then hell had already begun.