Sandeep led the way down the floor that Team Bravo mentioned, Advik Bhardwaj had followed them. The Sandeep, Advik Bhardwaj was reached to the third floor, rifles sweeping the interior. The hall was filled with zombies body—no signs of soldiers, only scattered belongings and signs of brief habitation.
Then they heard gun shots, then they reached corridor, then they saw Mewbeast-Vert there.
Immediately Advik Bhardwaj buy two RPG-7, then he, and Sandeep quickly held RPG-7 on their shoulders, then they pull the triggers of both RPG.
WHOOSH WHOOSH
The rockets screamed through the air, a trail of smoke spiraling behind it as it hurtled toward the beast. It struck the creature dead center in its chest.
BOOOOOM!
BOOOOOM!
The explosion was massive, a fiery blast that engulfed the creature in a ball of flames. The shockwave rippled outward, sending Advik Bhardwaj stumbling backward as the concussive force hit him. Chunks of flesh and shards of bone were blasted in every direction, painting the asphalt in black ichor.
The mewbeast's roar turned into a gurgled scream as it collapsed to the ground, its body mangled and barely recognizable. The once-massive beast was now a smoldering heap, its glowing eye flickering like a dying ember.
Advik Bhardwaj exhaled sharply, his body trembling from the adrenaline.
"Finally."
[Congratulations! You have killed one of the mutated zombies named Mawbeast-Vert!]
[You received 80,000 gold coins and 7,000 experience points!]
[Your level has risen to 11!]
Then the team exited the third floor, moving swiftly across the open courtyard toward the fourth floor. Zombies littered the grounds, many of them aimlessly wandering after the earlier assault from the Viper. As they approached the entrance, several undead turned toward the sound of boots on concrete.
"Hostiles inbound. Ten o'clock," asoldier reported.
"Take them out," Advik Bhardwaj ordered.
Gunfire echoed through the courtyard as controlled bursts of 5.56mm rounds tore through the approaching zombies. The team moved in formation, securing the entrance and breaching the double doors with a loud CRACK. Once inside, Advik Bhardwaj signaled for everyone to stay alert.
"Clear every room. Stay in pairs. We need to find those survivors," he instructed through the comms.
"Copy that, Cobra," Sandeep responded, splitting off with a fireteam.
The building was eerily similar to the first—dim corridors, and the occasional shambling figure. As the team advanced, more zombies emerged from dark corners, drawn by the noise of their footsteps. Each encounter ended swiftly, the soldiers maintaining strict fire discipline.
"Fourth floor clear," one soldier reported after a sweep of the upper level.
"Move to the fifth floor," Advik Bhardwaj instructed.
The team descended cautiously, the smell of decay growing stronger. They cleared hallways one by one, the repetitive nature of the task weighing heavily on everyone. Advik Bhardwaj was in a room near the eastern wing when he heard the familiar, guttural snarl of a zombie. He turned and fired, dropping one that lunged at him. As he stepped further down the corridor.
The soldiers moved, clearing the remaining rooms on the other floors. Bloodstains, discarded belongings, and occasional barricades hinted at the desperate fight for survival that had taken place here. Each door breached brought a fresh surge of anticipation, but every room revealed the same grim truth: empty spaces devoid of life.
As they neared the final wing of the building, one of the soldiers on point raised his fist, signaling the team to halt. "Got movement," he whispered into the comms.
Advik Bhardwaj took a position beside the soldier and peeked around the corner. A lone figure stumbled through a broken doorway at the far end of the hall. It wasn't moving like the other zombies—they weren't aimlessly wandering or snarling. Instead, it staggered, as if injured or disoriented.
"Hold fire," Advik Bhardwaj ordered quietly. He advanced cautiously, weapon raised but finger off the trigger.
As he approached, he noticed more details. The figure was dressed in a torn shirt, and there was no sign of decay or infection. When it turned to face him, Advik Bhardwaj was slightly taken aback as he saw the face being bruised and battered, as if someone beat the shit out of him. Still, he recognized the face.
"Sunil?" Advik Bhardwaj said it was his friend introduced him.
"Advik? Is that you…" Sunil replied weakly.
"Yeah it's me…what the hell happened to you? And why are you wandering alone?"
"They kicked me out…"
"Who kicked you out?"
Suddenly, Sunil groaned and clutched his stomach. His body began to shudder uncontrollably.
"Sunil?" Advik Bhardwaj said with urgency, stepping closer. "Hey—what's going on?"
Sunil's eyes widened in panic as convulsions overtook his body. He let out a choking gasp, and in the blink of an eye, his demeanor shifted violently. He lunged at Advik Bhardwaj, teeth bared, snarling like a rabid animal.
"Shit! He's turning!" one of the soldiers yelled, raising his rifle.
Advik Bhardwaj instinctively pushed Sunil to the ground, pinning him with his boot. His mind raced, piecing together what must have happened. Sunil had been bitten at some point—he had lied or didn't realize it himself.
But that doesn't matter now, he already turned, and once turned, there's nothing that can be done. He fired one round on his forehead, ending his suffering.
He recalled his last words. "They kicked me out."
That meant that there are still survivors. Advik Bhardwaj clenched his jaw as the team advanced deeper into the building. Sunil's final words echoed in his mind: They kicked me out. That meant there were still survivors somewhere in this complex—possibly hostile ones.
"Keep your eyes peeled," Advik Bhardwaj ordered quietly through the comms. "We're dealing with more than just zombies here."
The soldiers acknowledged, moving with heightened caution. They cleared each hallway, their footsteps muffled on the dusty floors. Bloodstains, broken furniture, and makeshift barricades lined the corridors—evidence of the desperate fight that had taken place in this forsaken building. Every so often, they encountered stray zombies, but these were quickly dispatched with silenced shots to the head.