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L̵̡̓å̸̳͝ ̸̲̗̰̆͒̕l̴͙͓̿̄̓̆̃i̵̬̹͖͛͋̅̓̔̑b̸͕̺̼̹͐̿̉͋̀͝e̶͔̲̖̦̋̃̐̀̿̃ȓ̶̙͍̥̮̱̼̆̄ṱ̶̭̰̪̲̞̊̃é̸̦̂͌̓͑̕͘,̸̨̮͒̓̿̓͜͠ ̶͇̪̝̯̈̾̊̉̎̑̊l̵̩̳̫̪̝̿͂̿͋͝ã̸̳̣͇̄͆̕ ̸̧͕̙̰̱̗͇͛̉͐̀̒͝ͅf̴͍̠̱̻̫̫͎̈̂́ê̴̖͎̭͌̋͗̐͘t̴̡͉̘̻͍͖͂̓͜͠ȩ̸̟͈̳̺͜͠ ̷͈̈̈́̅̋͐͑͘s̴̝͓̼̙̜̣͙̾̾͂a̷͍̭̗̹̼̍ͅn̶̨̛̯̭͇̩̆̒́̆̽š̶̭̻̤̍͒̎̏̕ ̴̗̪̀̋͝f̷̻͙̦͆̎̑͗̏̽͘͜͠i̴̥̰̓̃͊͑͐̂̓͝n̵̗̞̘͖̮̓̿͐̓̈́̚̕͠ͅ.̷̐́̑̍̌̄͆̂ͅ ̸̢͚͇̺͚̣̐I̶̥̭͓̜̝̟̣̍̋̉͐͘͝l̸͈͆̔̚̚͝s̷͕̉̈́̈́ ̸̞̭̿̈́̆̎͂͜͠s̶͉̳̓͌͘ͅő̶̠̳͔̖͓̀̉̇̃͘͠n̶̛̛͕͆̒̂̓t̷̪̪̦͉̐̎̽̔̑̈́̚͝ ̴͔̆̈́̑͆̄̊͝ţ̶̼͚̘̻̹̰͊̔̕o̷͚̣͑͆͌̿̄̍̾ṷ̶̼̠̤͆͆̾͜͝ť̵͎̭̦̹̣̖͍̑͊̅ͅ ̴͎͈͖͉̟͓̪̉̽͌̈̕͠ç̸̙͎͠e̶͇̝̅̓͒͑̐́͂͝ ̸̻̦̅q̴͖̮̭̩̹̒̈́̾͠ù̸̧̨͎͚̙͙̭̲̆ę̸̯͎̹̀̒̆̓̎ ̷̛̜̈́͋̓̎͛̀̚t̶̫͍̺̔̂͗̉̈́u̵̧̱͚̞̭̳̩̒̽̀͗ ̴̨̥̝̤͛d̶̨͖̠͕͂̈́̆͊̍̄͝ḙ̵̘́̊̆̓͌̐̕͘s̷̩̥̘̪̬͑͒̍͗͋͝ī̴̡͖̯̲͖̻̠͊r̵̛̼͊ȩ̵̛͕͍̞̅̌ś̷̬͔̈́̒̀-
The distorted voice that was in the French GIGN consciousness, simply evaporated out of his mind as soon the taste of alcohol entered his mouth. The Frenchman simply drank the bottle of wine, taking every sip until it was completely empty. Upon the complete consumption of the bottle, he looked at it for a second before dropping it all down into the ground from his balcony.
He looked down to see the slow growls and moans of the undead moving once more to the broken bottle while some ignored it while simply roaming around the deserted streets of Marseille.
He took one look at the city one last time before sitting down at the balcony as his mind was blank as the strength of the alcohol took its course, he numbly stared at the dark night sky as the sound of the ocean waves in the distance almost made a peaceful scenery in the darken city.
From the perspective of where he is in the balcony, it just seemed as if the city wasn’t even attacked by the zombie plague as there weren’t any fires raging around the city, nor any infrastructure or vehicles that were crashed from all about. it just seemed that the city residents were just fast asleep and ready to be awake the next morning.
Of course. . that would look like that if it wasn’t for the apparent blood all over the streets and building windows.
What occurred in this city is what is considered a Épidémie Silencieuse . An infestation that happened so fast that there was virtually no time to even react as they were either eaten in their sleep or turned somehow out of nowhere, and to those who got their sh*t together and realized what was happening attempted escape. Only to be nothing more but cattle for the monsters down below.
The screams of an unknowing victim made itself apparent as the sounds of their cries for help and mercy could be heard all over the quiet city. Which was enough for the ear sensitive creatures to snarl as they began to run or drag themselves over to the source of the sound while those with inherent bad hearing simply stood put while others simply ignored it all together.
It was. .fascinating to some capacity. To see that while they were all the same thing. They all had something distinct from one another just enough to consider them different from the other. Whether they had superb hearing or not, either it was that they could run while others could only simply drag their feet. Or that some rare cases where the infected are able to remember exactly how to do day to day tasks.
The click coming from the front door just reinforced that last point. As the infected person on the other side attempted multiple times to open the barricaded door without seeing how utterly pointless it was to even attempt to open the door. The frenchmen just wanted to just open that door and put a bullet into the infected head just for the noise to go away. But he knew better than making unwanted attention, lest he get the attention of the voices in his head once more.
The GIGN shakily stood up from the balcony as he sluggishly walked inside of the empty apartment as he walked towards a ripped open cabinet, he placed his hand inside of the dark cabinet as he pulled out his 6th bottle of wine. He merely looked at it momentarily before walking back into the same spot as he opened it once more as the GIGN sat down.
He never was a drinker when the world went to sh*t, never planned to be. But it was the only thing keeping himself from placing his P90 into his face, to forget about the current situation as much as he can. To force himself to believe that this was simply an isolated outbreak and nothing else.
But no matter how much he drank, he would always see her face.
Her mothers face.
The face that no longer had that comfort feeling but instead that of tragedy of despair, putting lead into his mothers head to put her out of the suffering she had in her face. One of rage, confusion, horrified. He could never get it out.
Č̵̼̤̘͓̖̪̻̱̾͘͝o̷̡̙̘̰͚̠̍͋̇̅̄͊̕͝ŗ̷̲̲͓̫̥̝̎̆̅͗̌̔n̴̪̳͖̲͕͖̔̃̔͂̚é̶̛͖̓̿̒̎̑i̵̧̨̘̲̰̼̮̙͗̃̊̈́l̵̨̛̻̪̖̠̩̓̓͋l̴͓͒̈́͝ė̴̡̩̼̮̍̎̿ͅ ̵̧̛̲͔̘̤̒̈̆G̷̨͚͗̎̈́́̓͠ą̴̥͓͕̜͚͛͝é̴̯̂́t̶͓̥͓͔̜̳̑͆ạ̶̢̟̰̮̯̹͑̾͠n̵̡̰͚̬̖̔
His body froze upon hearing his own name called by the entity that exists inside of his head. He couldn’t move as he began to suddenly shake from within almost if his entire body felt cold all of a sudden as he felt a small drop of blood coming out of his eye as he lost muscle control over his body.
P̶̢̘̖͙͙̻̹̈́̍̓̽̂́̋͠ö̶̡̹́̅̉͝ụ̴̡̮̳̒̽̋̏̐͐͝r̴̥̪̩͎̉͊̒͂̾̄̕q̴̞̱̝̈̔̇̚ǔ̸͎̫̳̗̝̺̣̔̀̒o̶̟̙͕̩͖̩͊͊̀̿̑͜ͅį̷̧͖̠͎͖̉̆͒͐̓̽ ̶͎͕͇̯̣̀͊̍̌̕͠ç̶̨̱̯̱̺̤̼̇͘o̷̤͆̏͑́̍͒͌͠n̶̼̰͙̪̱̫̐̌t̷̢͉͈̰̀͝i̶̬̖͕̎̐̿̐̋̈̌̏͜ṇ̸̡̫̃́͗͒u̶̝͐͆̌͌̕e̸͈̅̃z̷̢̨͍̠͇͓͂̌̈͐̈-̵̛̖̬̮̱̻͋̄̎͐͌̕͝v̶̰̩͉͂̿o̸̘͍̭̝͔̦̓̂͋̏ư̴̢͓͇͚̾̍̆̾̀̿̓s̷̼̥̝̖̜̥͑̅̑̌̎̿͌̕ ̵̛̲̦̟̃̍̇͊͘à̴̳͍̞͌̎̇͘̕͝ͅ ̴̖̯̘̂͝͝ͅͅé̸͍͓̰͈̙̀̓c̸̢͉͔̦̆̓̔̿̄͊̚̚ẖ̷̭͍͗͆̄̀̀́̕͠a̶̪̠̟̤͛̀̈́͆̑̑͝p̴̻̯͉̫͔͇̙̈́p̶̡͖̳̞̅ę̸͓͖͆͝ŗ̵̘̪̊̐̈́̾͑̕͠ ̶̧̼̲͗̐͒̌̓̚͝à̸̧̧̺͕̩͚̻̀͊̕ ̷̧̘̦̱͕̳͕̓̏̓l̶̢͉̻̋͂̂’̴̧̛͂̍́̎͠͝i̶̝͍̭̫̥͙̅̊̈n̷̛̫̝̆̓̈́̎͠é̸̹̳̘̿v̵̧̟̹͇̘̹͈́̍͋͗ĭ̸̧̢̹͍̮̥̳̐̄̉̏͠t̴̻̼̹̓̉a̸̫̺̼̱̬͔͉̿̊̿̇͗͗ͅb̴̹̹̤̙̝̾͂̔͊͗͠l̵̢̲͓̝̋́̓́̕e̸̯͙̦̚ ̵͙͚͈̤͇̽ͅ?̵̛̙͕̙͈̻̼̈̉́͘̚ ̵͎̮͗͆͌̈́P̵̦̲̰̱̬͎̪̠̒̀ő̶̝͖̖̞̭͙̀̐́̕͝u̷̧̦̮͍͓͐̆̕r̵̺̗̓̔̊̓̐͠q̶̳̗̗̯̦̾̍̀͋͝͠ű̵̼̳̉̎̃͛̽̇̀ò̶̯͖͇͈̳͑̋͂͝ͅi̴̢̦̞͙͓͎̪͚͌͂̎̓́͊ ̵͎́̊c̶̣͚̔̀ố̶̡̡̤̻͕͍͒̏̚ń̷͉͂̒̉̓͝͝͝t̶̨̠͙̲͍̲̤͊̀͗͌̕ī̷̲͚͚̩̤̟̲̇͑͜͠n̷̫͂̊̈́̀̕̚u̸̳̲̞͇̹͆̀́̋̑̒ḙ̵͑̇̀̒̒̓r̶̢̨̹̝̗̒̐͒̎̾ ̶̢̘̩̽͐͋̈́̚l̷̫̙̲̾͋̔́͛͂̕͝e̸̗̩̝͌̀̒̓̔s̷̨͖̲͓̣̚ ̵̢̺̲̙̣̮̿̈́̾͗p̵̛̩̗̮̈͊̀é̸̜̯͛̆́c̵͈̰͎̮̈́͆͊͆̊̂͊ḩ̵̲̺̽é̵̩͕̹̜͍̙͇̊͗́ş̵̏̅͝ ̷̛͚̱̘̬̟̦̀̃̇̀q̸̲͙͛͂̒̚͝ͅų̶̡͙̖̀̑͆̂͑͘͝ḛ̷̇̅͒̽͋͘͝͝ ̵̠̳̱̠̝̖̻͔̃̀͐̓̿̕v̶͙̳̮̽̅̆͒̀͊͊ͅǫ̵̢̳̪̫̱̼͌̔̂̀̇u̵͇̻͐͋͂͆̏͛͘ś̸̛͉̯̹̈́̍̚ ̴̗̓̂̈̔̿͌̕͝a̷̡̝̙̭͑̀̆͒̐͐̕̚v̴̼̫̖͈̆̾͘͝e̴̬̬͔͓̱̣̟̬̋̎z̶̯̗͚͓͔̏̀́́͆̕͠ ̶̦̜̘͔̘͊̑͑̇̇̕c̷̢̨̠̱͚̯͕̞̏̒̀͗̍́̾͝o̵̡̧̨̢͍̗̝̥͑̾̓͝m̴̬͔̦̦̍m̸͇̝̫̥̠̩̘̎̐͊͛̿̓̓̈́ĩ̵̼͔͙̫̬̺̮͔͠s̶̝̜͍̱̣̣̭͊̑̄͆́̇̈́̑ ̸̧̫͇̊͝?̸̮̟̲̼̣̄͑͆̽̿̓ ̶̡̲̰̜̲̭̭̊͝P̸̹̤̘̍̌̽͐̃̒͝o̶̢̬͔͉͇̪̫̒̎ù̶̡͇͚̤̮̞̞̗͐̋r̸̡̫̱̰͕̻̼̃q̸̨̧̨͔̥̖͇̩͑́̂̍̕u̶̹͊̀̅̐͒͒̒͜o̷̺̼̩̙͔͔̰̎́͛͊̀̽̈́i̸͙̥̯͒́̓ ̸͍͒̌̾́̚r̵̢̧̟͚͓̹͒͌͊͌é̸̯̓s̴̰̦͓͔̪̺͊͋́ͅȋ̵̠̦̰̱̤͜s̵̨̡̨̛̺̫͈͎̱͗̀̃͌̊̓ț̵̡̛͕̍̍̈̂̚ë̶̞̘̘͉̫͓́̔̿͋͆ͅr̶̛̟̘͚̩͇̓̔̿̄̌̈́̂͜ ̵̳̜̲́͐͛͠ͅ?̷͉̺̯͑͌̒̈́̓
It won’t leave him. It just wouldn’t. Why wouldn’t they just leave him alone?
Why?
WHY!?
WHY WOULDN”T IT LEAVE HIM ALONE!?
WHY CAN’T IT SHUT UP.
SHUT UP
SHUT UP
Shut up.
Shut up. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
. . .
Within one moment he was in the area of the balcony and then the other, he found himself in a place that was filled with nothing more than an absolute black void as he was there standing numbly. The GIGN was confused, terrified even as his mind was racing on what even made sense. Where was he? Where-
"̵͔̗͇͙̦̞̼̦́͗̌̕Ì̶̬̟̱̳̠͚͜͠t̷̠̙̠͔̎͒͐̄̔͜'̸̢̛̞̲͔͉̻̱̤̃̎̽̚s̵̖͒̎̀̎̈́ ̷̧̛̺̻̠̝̔ã̷̡͍̼̭̲͋̔̾ḻ̵̨̟͕̟̗̮̏̄͂̊̕l̶̂ͅ ̴̡̤̍͗͊̍̉̎͝ÿ̸̥́́͌̿͐̓̕o̸̩̮̤̞̾ū̶̳͇̙̲͑̓͗̄̀r̴͈͍̰͖̪͆̾̓ ̶͖̭͓̟̺͊̏͋̓͌̒f̷̫̗̹̂͒͠ǎ̷̛̰̅͊̾̕͜ụ̷͈̼̆͗ͅl̸͓̝̳̦̆́̊̎̋̿t̵̖͓͚̘̏͂̃͌͛̿̆͜"̶̧͕̘̭̪̼͔͓̒̓
The Frenchman finally felt he could move his body once more just as he was suddenly thrown into the ground by an unknown force into the dark solid ground. The GIGN had trouble getting back up as he slowly stood up and turned around in confusion before his eyes went wide in complete fear.
Right behind him was what could be described as a manifestation of what his former was like. If they were nothing more than a monstrous perverted version of them in human form. One had its entire head deformed that some of its skin was breaking the helmet and mask, the second had more than eyes completely gone as it was replaced with the insides of its own skin alongside with it had its arms nothing more than giant tentacles, the third had to what it was described as a human corpse with nothing on its face but an open mouth and eyes on it’s torn up chest. And the fourth one. Was nothing more than a corpse that had been eaten from top to bottom, its rib cage was wide open as the same as its stomach, the corpse's arms and legs were nothing more than skeletals with whatever was left of its clothes. as its face was that of nothing like a human skull, he couldn’t describe what it was. He simply couldn’t.
He then heard them speak towards him.
"̵̼̰͐̐͋̎W̵̧̲͚̘̯̖̭̳̄̔h̷̢̓͛y̴̢̫͚͓̦̦̓̂͠͝ͅ ̷̧̥̅̈́̐̕d̸̡̝̼̈̂͑í̷͇͎̅̔͊͘͠d̵̗̖̣͙̙̪̂͌̊͗͠ ̷͖̻̳̝̩̼̀̈́̌̐̀ẙ̶̰̗̟̂̓̂̈́̉͌͜o̴̡̲͈̐͠ư̴̛̞̙̼̈̀͌̾̕ ̵͕͍͛͑l̵̼͇̳̞̺̝͐̈́̕è̶̢̢͉̩̟̣͓̰́͛͊͛͌̚͝a̴̩͍͉̽̅̂v̴̢̠̱̞̍̓́̀͋̄̚͝e̷̻͙̳͎͌̓̕ͅ ̵̨̨̛̱̬̾ư̶̧̹͕̞̰̥̊̅͆́͌̈͠s̸̰̪͖̖̍̽͝?̸̘̘͙̻͔̯̪͑̓͂̐́ ̶͚̹̼̻͋̃̓̇W̶͓͉̱͋̄̏͆́̒̾͜͝ë̶̘͉̫́͑ ̶̨̝̱̟͋͐́̌̏̈́̚͝n̸̨̥̬͍̆̀͑̈́̆̑̋̚ė̵̯̹̻̖̻̺̰̣̀͆͗͗ē̶͚̣͖͚̯̈́̈́͐̾̔͝d̷͉̬͌̈̓͑̌̍̅͝e̶̞̙̥̓̽̾͂̐̇̀ͅd̶̦̥̱͐͑ ̷͍͚̭̖͎͔̞̽͒̔̈́ỷ̶͖̜̝̫͑̋͋̉̄͠ǫ̴̮̌̃̈́ǘ̸̫́r̵̪͚̅͛̃̋̌̆̈́͝ ̸̛̙̼͕̱̣̠͚̎̔̂̅h̶̝͕̮̲̼̩̚͜͜͠e̶̙̼͆͝ļ̵͓̫̣̠̗̔p̵̫̯̰̤̳̎́ ̶̰̀̃͂w̶̤̩̟̹̗͙̦̓̆̀͑̾͝͠h̴̨̫̜̮͍͆͊̄ͅė̶͖͈̯͉͕̃͆̈͘n̶̹͇̭̥̯̞̍ ̷̪̖̩͒̾̈̾̄̕͝i̴̡͖̮͚̤̼͖̬̔͆̒͒̈́͌̿ţ̴̢͉̬̦̱̯̆ ̷̡̢̛̲͍̰͍̳͊͋͆̍͐̅͘ͅm̶̡͙̪̼̺̳̭̣̈́͐͑̇̽̚̕͠a̷̗̼̫̳̋̽̇͆̚t̸͍͕̗͇͝ṭ̶̹̬͓͑͌͂̈̂̀́̓ẽ̵̢̬̫̟͙̤̙͗̐͊̉̊͂͜r̶̲͙͓͙̜̥̝̐̓̌e̶͓̝̘̎̐̇̚̚ḋ̴͔͙̘̗̞͔̥́͒́̏!̵͉͈̐̂͗͒̒ ̶̢̛͙̟͇̙̗̮͓̀̑̃̈́̐͠B̶̡̩̮͎͛͌͑̆̎̈́ṷ̴͙͔͝t̷͉̟̖͕̆̌̄ ̴̟̲͔̗̪͆́̊̄́y̷̦̌͜ơ̷̦͕̭̥̦̭̅̀̆̀̆͘͝û̸̧̬͈̗͉̳͇̏̏̈́͒͜ ̶̺̼̠̃̏͌͌͊̌͘ͅͅl̵̤̾̽͒̈̚e̷̫̟̽͠f̵̤̙̦͐͌t̴͖̖̦̦̼͍̹̉͗ ̴̢̻̪̤͔̳͙́͊̕ǘ̶͇̟͙̥̏s̸̡̮̣̺͎̠̾͋̄̾͆ ̸͙̋͆̕͝t̷̩͍̪̯̺̘̳̜͗̀ǫ̵̳̭̪͖̓̀́͘ ̴͚̝͎̟̽́̉͂d̸̛̝̮͛i̶̙͕̮̻̠͋̀̕ȩ̶͖̉̈́̃͑̄͘!̵̯͉̖̬̤̍̌"̷͙͙̖͇̏͐̃̿̍͌̊̈́
Despite the figures not having any sort of expression in their faces, or not even from their god forbidden mouths. He heard the voice was all in a mixture of despair and anger, all directed at his cowardice actions back at Lyon. He wanted to defend his actions, try to explain to them something, anything . Not that he was given the chance.
In a sudden rage, they all began to scream bloody murder at him . The scream of their distorted voices at such a high volume was enough to knock him back into the ground screaming in pain and anguish. He covered his ears with both of his hands in a vain attempt to quell down the noise as he felt his very own veins beginning to pop from the sound itself.
The voices in response just got louder and angrier, the scream became screeches and the anger became splenetic. As more and more voices joined in its unrelenting yell. The GIGN wanted to do something. To save himself from this torture, he felt his entire body had something within him, his throat felt empty, his very insides felt like they were going to burst from the screeching alone.
And then, there was silence. A quick silence just so the man could feel all the pain that there could possibly be in, the ringing of his ears, his eyes bleeding from within, and his entire body swollen. Just a pleasing aftermath for whatever sad*stic creature could see to witness the suffering of a being.
One sudden change in scenery occurred as there was a sudden pitch white light that engulfed him. He couldn’t see what was happening, he couldn’t feel anything. Yet the feeling of overwhelming dread was still present as he tried to grasp into any kind of sense.
Then there was a snap.
