The duo walked alone for a few minutes on those long and used-to-be sterile corridors, only finding some stains of blood and dead zombies. It was clear by the bullet wounds on their heads and bodies that they looked like just normal office people. However, from some rooms around them, four of them managed to get out and ambush the duo.
"Wait!" Max yelled, hearing the sound before it was too late, and managed to pull back a few steps with Ange, getting the zombies just in front of them as they broke out of the doors.
The woman nodded. "Thanks, buddy!" She yelled and then began to move as Max helped her.
Two hands grabbed one undead by the neck while the other pair smashed a second one's skull with a sickening loud crack sound. Another arm quickly moved sideways and slashed the third neck wide open, splattering blood all over the woman's robes and making it clear that they were not as undead as one would think. Ange only needed to use her final free arm to grab the head and one of her legs to kick its knee to drop it to the floor, as the leak of red liquid finished the job. However, the last one was still free.
Before it could bite the killer machine, Max got in the way and swung his bone mace into its head. The man felt the bones on the head of the zombie enduring the strike of his weapon as a loud thud sound rumbled through the corridor, followed by another as the back of the zombie's head hit one of the walls.
It was not enough damage to fully kill it as it pounced toward the man. The previous strike had left it in a bad position, almost crouching from the loss of its footing. That gave Max enough space to end the fight with a wide vertical strike that caved in the skull of the monster.
Just when he was done, Ange had finished her plate.
"Thanks for the help!" The woman said as she bashed the skull open of the remaining undead.
Max took a deep breath, his muscle fibers already asking for a time-out. "You're welcome, but . . . weren't you more powerful?" He asked with a confused tone.
With the levels of infamy that Anathema had, this should be child's play for her.
"Oh, I was, but during the war, I ran out of materials and toys, or they got damaged. My body currently is like a gun without bullets, really good for smashing things but nothing else," she excused herself as now was the time for her favorite part after a kill, looting the corpses.
While she was doing that, Max was in charge of checking the rooms from which those zombies came out, trying to find some supplies.
There was nothing, just more chairs and offices. Not even a vending machine to loot some food.
Ange, on the other hand, only got materials for her power. However, those would need a better lab than what she could scrape together in her current situation.
What they could find was their way to the cafeteria by following the fighting sounds in the distance. The promise of food and a safe place was good enough to drive the duo to that chaos.
With a firm kick, Max opened the double door that kept the place separate from the rest of the installation and realized that it was a war zone inside.
There were steel tables and chairs that seemed to have been cut by a blowtorch, still smoking hot. It would be dark if it weren't for the only source of light in the room.
It was hard to describe. That thing was a horse-sized deer with massive antlers and a human face instead of an animal one. However, its body was made out of a strange, ever-shifting substance of dark brown-like glass structures with streaks of white light inside them. The face looked like it was made of flesh, but the empty gaze and constant drooling of a red liquid made it clear that it was a zombie.
In the other corner, there was another survivor.
It was a girl with the body of a model, with the right proportions to be used as eye candy for a movie. An ample posterior, long legs, and a set of tits not that big to be ridiculous but enough to draw gazes on them. She was also wearing a skintight black and green outfit. It worked wonders to accentuate those breasts and the well-toned ass. A long blonde ponytail and green eyes with a crooked nose between them gave her some exotic charm, as well as her tanned skin.
"Don't get bit; he has a zombie virus!" He screamed as the girl arched her back like she was about to dodge something.
"Telekinesis that only grabs weapons! He melts them together to create a plasma blast!" The woman yelled, spewing as much information as possible in the shortest amount of time. After that, the creature fixed its empty gaze on the group.
"Fuck!" Max cursed.
A massive telekinetic pull grabbed Ange and Max's weapons, took them from her hands, and sent them flying between the deer monster's antlers. It had such an overwhelming strength that not even Ange, with her six arms grabbing her tools, could do anything against it.
There was a blinding flash of light as the bones became floating bright plasma.
"Oh look! A zombified Black Goat child!" Ange exclaimed with a smile.
It took the zombie deer 5 seconds to charge its attack. The antlers became brighter, followed by a constant buzzing sound that got louder and louder until . . .
"Get down!" The blonde woman screamed, and the duo crouched down.
A massive ring of plasma was shot in all directions. A string of hot material almost slashed the two in half, but they managed to duck in time. The only thing left was the smoldering scars on the walls. Hot enough to melt concrete.
It was close enough that the stench of burned hair struck Max's nostrils, overpowering the already sickening aroma of blood.
A simple concept was shoved right into the man's mind: under any circumstance, he should not get hit. No matter what kind of heat-resistant skin Max could make, it wouldn't be enough for plasma.
"I will block it! He yelled, having the semblance of an idea.
Max charged against the monster empty-handed, trying to hug its neck. Ready to be a distraction as he tried to be the juicier target for the monster.
From all the things he was expecting from this place, getting the shit beaten out of him by a weird deer zombie wasn't one of them. The difference in strength was massive. However, the only thing that the man needed to worry about was avoiding the bite of that disturbing human face, the horns, and the sharp edge of the glass-like skin.
"That's it; as long as you don't have a weapon, he can only use physical attacks!" The other girl yelled as Max was getting crushed under a barrage of kicks from the deer.
A normal person would have died from all that blunt damage. However, a combination of lacking his pain receptors and constantly trying to keep his organs inside made the task of being a punching bag really easy. Before he knew it, the other monster managed to sneak up and mount the deer with a jump.
"Guess who I am?!" Ange said with a smile before jamming her fingers into the deer's eye sockets.
It screamed in pain as it frantically moved everywhere, trying to get that monster off its back. However, the other four arms made sure that it was impossible; the grip was too strong, and Max kept hugging it by the neck, helping his companion with her grappling.
Ange let out a giggle as her nimble fingers dug inside the monster's skull. The girl's own virus ate the zombie from the inside.
What were erratic and fast movements slowly fizzled out, followed by blood and gore draining from its orifice.
While this was happening, the other survivor was taking a healthy distance from this pair of lunatics. Her face swung between expressions of relief, worry, and disgust. It was the smell that was responsible for the last part.
30 seconds later, the creature was on the floor, vomiting a red paste and suffering massive diarrhea as it was being melted from the inside out. It convulsed with little spasms until it finally stopped moving.
Ange quickly got up from the corpse, while Max needed more time. The man knew that moving too fast with so many sharp bone fragments inside him could easily pierce his lungs or an important blood vessel.
"Team victory!" Ange yelled, raising those blood-soaked hands and expecting a high five.
"Could you clean your hands a little bit? . . . please," Max said while having enough broken ribs to form a piano keyboard with them. However, in 5 minutes he would be like new.