Apocalypse: Reborn with a Soul Sync Farming Space System-Chapter 109 No Longer Safe

The sound did not echo for long before the creature forced the rest of its body through the broken window, glass tearing at its skin, yet it moved as if it did not even register pain.

Its shoulders caught briefly against the frame before it dragged itself inside, landing on the velvet rug in a crouch. Blood ran down its temple where the glass had sliced it open, yet it did not blink. Its eyes fixated on the nearest man standing.

The man with the knife reacted first, though his reaction came too late. He raised the blade with both hands and took a step back, his earlier mockery gone from his face.

The infected lunged without warning and slammed into him with enough force to knock him off balance. The knife slipped from his grip and clattered across the floor, spinning once before stopping near Ronan’s outstretched hand.

The other two men shouted and rushed forward, whether out of instinct or stupidity, Ronan could not tell. The infected tore into the knife holder’s throat with its teeth, and blood sprayed across the red carpet and splashed onto the wall, and the man’s scream cut short as his body went limp.

Ronan did not think about helping, nor did he think about shouting for help. He rolled to his side, ignoring the throbbing in his jaw, and the pain that shot through his body. He swiftly grabbed the fallen knife before anyone else noticed. His fingers closed tightly around the handle, and he crawled backward until his shoulders hit the wall beside one of the doors.

Another crash came from the window as a second infected forced its way through, then a third one came through. The plastic covering tore away completely, and the shards of glass continued to fall in uneven bursts. The two remaining men stumbled back, shouting for the others inside the rooms, but their voices blended into the rising noise of chaos.

One of them tried to run past Ronan toward the room they had come from, but one of the infected reached him first, dragging him down by the collar. He clawed at the rug as he was pulled backward, leaving dark streaks across the velvet before his body jerked violently and then went still.

The red mist flowed inside the hallway, making the air dense and red.

Ronan immediately covered his nose and held his breath, he pushed himself to his feet and slipped into the nearest open room. Inside, two women and an older man stared at him in confusion. They had heard the shouting but had not yet understood what was happening.

"Infected," Ronan said, keeping his voice low. He did not wait to see if they believed him. He crossed the room and positioned himself near the bathroom door, calculating the distance, space, and the weight of the knife in his hand.

More screams erupted in the corridor, followed by laughter and growls. Heavy footsteps pounded against the floor outside. Something slammed into the wall just beyond the door, followed by a strangled cry that ended abruptly. The older man moved toward the door as if he intended to help, but Ronan grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Don’t," he said quietly.

The door burst open before anyone could argue. An infected stumbled in, its mouth and chin soaked in fresh blood. Its gaze flicked across the room and landed on the closest person standing.

The older man froze in horror.

Ronan shoved the man forward with both hands and stepped aside at the same time. The infected collided with the old man, knocking him down. The women screamed and scrambled toward the corner.

Ronan slipped past them and darted into the hallway again covering his nose, using the distraction to put distance between himself and the room. He did not look back to confirm what happened inside... He did not need to. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

The corridor had descended into madness. The infected moved between bodies, some dragging the living, others tearing at the fallen. The red carpet was now covered in blood. The air thickened with the smell of metallic iron.

Ronan pressed himself against the wall and moved toward the stairwell, keeping low and staying behind anything that blocked direct sight. A figure stumbled out of another room and nearly collided with him. It was one of the younger men from earlier, his face pale and his hands shaking.

"They’re everywhere," the man whispered.

Ronan glanced toward the stairwell and then back at the infected approaching from the opposite end. He could not outrun both directions, and besides he believed the man had already inhaled the red mist.

Ronan pointed in the direction of the cluster of infected near the broken window.

"What?" the man asked.

Ronan gestured for him to go in that direction, giving him a hard shove.

The man stumbled forward in confusion, directly into the path of the closest infected. The creature snapped its head toward the sudden movement and lunged. Ronan did not stay to watch. He moved in the opposite direction, slipping into the stairwell while the infected focused on its fresh prey.

He descended two steps at a time, gripping the knife tightly. From above, the screams continued, then blended into a chorus of growls and crashing doors. More infected poured into the building, their movements relentless and without hesitation.

As he got to the next floor, he heard screams, growls, and laughter, which meant the infected had already invaded the floor.

He moved further down, he reached the fifth floor, his feet stopped momentarily as there was no noise coming from the other side of the door.

Before he could contemplate whether to check it out or continue downstairs, the door burst open and an infected growled ferociously at him, its body and face were covered in blood, and the soft white tissue of a human brain stained around its mouth with a tinge of pink colour.

"Shit!" Ronan cursed as he flew down the stairs, jumping down from the upper stairs to the lower ones. The infected followed hot on his trail.