Novel Full Chapter 1263 DOH Gymnasium - Donors
Messing around aside, we also freed the road from vehicles blocking the way either from poor parking skills or from vehicular crashes all around. It was a good thing we brought over a larger truck because aside from enabling us to haul more loot, we could easily fit a vehicle or two if we so wanted—or have them placed somewhere else to act as a barricade.
But yeah, since it’d be a pain to ask the people working on the railway to stop for a bit so we could inspect the DOH Gymnasium, I just decided to have my group work inside the DOH block where we could access the same place from a different entrance.
The area had a driveway and parking area of its own but the road was like a bent hourglass that was also somewhat twisted. Though luckily enough, we wouldn’t have to squeeze through a tight space because the driveway itself was pretty wide and the gymnasium we were talking about had two parking areas on each side.
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*bzzt*
“Alright, we’ll have Tennyson’s group take the rear, JP’s group take the corner of Fabellan Ave. and Gatmaitan Ave, while Seb’s group handles handle that small walkway towards the accounting building and the churches. You know what to do and what to not fucking do but don’t be afraid to ask for support if you fucked up! C’mon!”
*bzzt*
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So yeah, with the same tools in hand, I cleaved through the space that was laid out for me because in addition, one visit from our drones confirmed that the vehicle they were last seen on was also parked at the target area.
These expired fucks had no chance to stand their ground as my main group breezed through them but we had to pull on the reins when we reached the gymnasium.
“Are those… people hung like laundry?”
“Ingredients now.”
“Eugh… Fuck it.”
Because as we caught a glimpse through the windows, the fucking ceiling of the gymnasium not only had slurpers hanging from above but also their victims who they, for some reason, were bleeding out or hanging to dry.
It was akin to spiders and their meals wrapped up in their webs but this time, they were tied up by their organs—mainly their intestines—and was the most fucked up pinata we’ve ever seen.
It’s just that Kaley began shooting through the gaps provided by the windows to rattle or put down anything within her sights as the rest of us took care of whatever fucking abomination walked through the double doors.
It felt like fighting a cursed spirit that had the power to transfigure human souls or if an incarnate of Frankenstein wanted to continue his legacy.
Because right from the get-go, two big burly amalgamations of human flesh burst out with layers and layers of fat covering their heads. And right after that, the most fucked up sea urchin-looking motherfucker that had legs and arms for its supposed spines rolled out like a fucking tumbleweed followed by several dregs where the parts were taken from.
Obviously, Kaley tried to care of the dregs while Jared tried to take care of the tankers but the moment Jared wasn’t able to take them down with a precise headshot, he aimed for their legs instead.
“WATCH OUT BRO! I TRIPPED THEM DOWN BUT THEY AREN’T DEAD YET!”
Seeing them tumble down, I aimed my rifle at the fucking urchin/tumbleweed and it took maybe four shots to completely put it down. I wasn’t exactly sure if it exactly did the trick but Kaley had the same problem of not confirming the kill with a headshot.
“THEY’RE MIXED WITH THE HOLLOWED ONES! CAREFUL NOW!”
“ALRIGHT! IMMOBILIZE FIRST! I’M GOING FULL MELEE!”
“COMING RIGHT AT YA!”
“I’LL STICK TO THE M4 WITH BUCKSHOTS!”
“HAVE YOUR AXE AT THE READY STILL!”
On that note, June and Ilana relayed our findings to the group watching the choke pots because we hadn’t encountered this mix yet since we came into this area, but then again, it was just extra steps for homicide, and lopping off extra body parts was part of my itinerary anyway.
Only Ibarra’s weapon of choice didn’t shine in this area though he could easily confirm whether a deadhead was a puppet or not from a distance.
In our case, puppet or not, we’d just go straight for their legs before going for their head to avoid any surprises but it didn’t take long before I noticed how they’d be a gaping hole in each of the hollowed ones’ orifices.
It’d still take a split second to recognize them—and there’s also a chance that the orifice the slurper made use of was also chewed off—so yeah, I’d use that type of information depending on the situation as we cleared off around 50 or so “donors” of bodyparts.
Then again, out of those fifty or so donors, we came to discover that a couple fit the description of the people Iskoh was searching for.
It was the type of clothes they were wearing and the type of equipment they were carrying on their warbelt—which was still on ’em—and aside from their primary weapon, we uncovered spare mags, knives, kits, etc. on each of them.
‘I guess this rules out the notion that some other group took care of them… to a degree…’
But yeah, I only took a quick glance at their dismembered corpses but it didn’t take long before the backup Iskoh promised arrived. They came in from the other side of the hourglass and did some work for us and their group leader of sorts recognized me and held out his hand.
“Mr. Ishiyama, right? I’m Richard, we’re here to— Sorry, we’re late, we didn’t use the railway because of the operation and—”
I cut him off as I returned his handshake, “That’s alright, I think we found two of them. Jace and KC, was it? We haven’t found the others yet but they’re either on the road still or inside the gymnasium? What’s in there, anyway?”