After that small interchange of fluids, they got dressed up. Well, at least Max, Ange still had her lab coat drying in the kitchen after they washed them. Until then, she was wearing a simple kitchen apron.
"Ok, so what is the next part of our plan?" The man asked.
"We need weapons. I managed to make some iron clubs, but . . . it is not enough," Olivia said and gave Max a 1-meter-long steel rod with a crudely crafted handle. They were the legs of the tables that the deer cut during the fight. Enough to crack open a zombie skull.
"We also need to explore this place . . ." she added at the end. Olivia had a face of disgust while looking at Max and Ange, she knew what they had done. With the amount of noise they made, she didn't need to use her power to figure that out.
"So we have two options: take our time to make decent weapons or explore this place and find them?" Max asked.
"Yes, one option is more secure, but the other kills two birds with one stone," Olivia said.
"Why do we need to hurry?" Ange asked as she was more interested in spending time seeing the evolution of her project and the virus than actually getting out of this place.
"We are not the only survivors; there is the possibility that there are more, and we need all the help we can get," the veteran super added.
"Better to explore; time is not on our side," Max said, and with that, the trio began to not move around. Each one was armed with those improvised weapons.
Olivia, the least martial of all three, was armed with a long metal spear she had crafted. Max was using the metal rod as a club. Finally, Ange was wearing two metal mallets for meat on her upper arms, two steel butcher cleavers on her mid-arms, and two chef knives on her lower arms.
In front was Max, Olivia behind, and Ange in the back. They advanced around the facility using the man's improved senses to detect nearby enemies.
A couple of zombies attacked them as they traveled across this labyrinth of offices and concrete corridors; they looked like more office workers. Those monsters were no match for the group, especially knowing they couldn't get them by surprise, and Max got his improved body.
One hit of his stick was enough to kill one. If there were more, Olivia, with her spear, made quick and sharp movements, impaling them on the head, and if they attacked from the rear, Ange was there to help.
The combination of narrow corridors, the superhuman biology of the duo, and the careful planning of Olivia made normal zombies no longer a problem. They only needed a few seconds from Max hearing the danger and Olivia reading his facial expression to come up with a plan to funnel them or avoid them.
After killing the fifth, Max was impressed with the result of his mods.
"Another victory," the young man said as his gaze was fixed on Olivia's ass when she bent to loot the corpse.
There were only office supplies on them; however, the girl wanted to show the man another kind of booty.
Olivia wanted to cuck Ange. In her mind she was not only doing this out of revenge but also as a way to keep Max from sticking his dick into that crazy woman.
That was why she had started to wiggle her ass a little bit, tempting the man to act. It wasn't a pinch or a playful slap; it was an open palm attack that almost made her fall to the floor.
The woman let out a yelp of surprise from the sudden attack. Olivia knew that Max was thinking about doing it, but she miscalculated his strength.
"Those modifications are impressive; I am dying to see how they work." Ange's gaze was fixed on the man, her face locked with a soft smile. Like a cat about to jump. She didn't pay any attention to Olivia's shenanigans.
"Hey, watch your strength!" The spanked victim yelled back.
"Sorry, I am still getting used to my new muscles . . ." Max apologized as his hand was still registering the softness of those mountains of fat.
Olivia took a deep breath, her ass still tingling from the strike. ". . . You need to focus on the mission, not on my posterior," she said and let out a sigh with an annoyed face. The woman had the guts to act offended now.
"I will do my best," he promised.
They finally reached the end of a hallway and found a heavy steel door completely closed. Apart from the details that one would expect, there were scratch marks on it, not too deep, and splatters of blood all over it.
"Security room, we need a key card," Olivia said after examining it for a second.
"Let me give you a hand," Max added, remembering the key that he looted a few hours ago.
They didn't have any clock, but taking into consideration that Max could only mutate four times every 24 hours and he landed here with only one mutation left, then the day "ended," giving him another new batch. It was clear it was early morning.
The group rushed inside the security room, and they found five corpses.
It was a team of security guards, all of them armed to the teeth with a set of shotguns, Kevlar armor, 9-millimeter pistols, proper combat knives, and even some flashbangs on them. Each of them had taken their own life.
All those desiccated corpses had their helmets off and a singular bullet wound. A suicide pact.
"Oh, this is grim," Max said while looking around.
There was a wall of monitors and some computers on a huge desk, chairs, cabinets, and proper light, not like the rest of the rooms. Those computers were connected to the main network and working.
"A suicide pact . . . so nostalgic," Ange muttered, lost in thought for a few seconds.
"Hmmm," Olivia made a small pause, and went pale like a ghost.
"Is something wrong?" Max asked.
The woman's power flared up, reading not only the room but also jumping to conclusions. "Global infection . . . quarantine dimension," she mumbled, going short of breath.
Those words stabbed Max like a sharp needle in his head. He just thought this was an underground bunker filled with zombies, not that a whole world had been infested with them. The fact that there was a quarantine on the dimension was also a huge red flag. Basically, each teleporter that could move between realities was informed to move here.
"Help is not coming, and there is no way to get out," Olivia finally said, and then her muscles just lost strength. It was not the first time that her power came to a wrong conclusion.
She was about to faint, but then the man grabbed her at the last moment.
"Don't be sad! I can create a portal if we find the right zombie super!" Ange said with a cheerful tone. For a woman like her, someone who broke each rule made by man, nature, or guideline, there was no such thing as impossible.
Olivia blinked a few times and closed her eyes. A few seconds after she regulated her breath, she finally nodded.
"What a day . . ." she mumbled, quickly regained her composure, and sat in a chair.
"Ok, let's get to work . . . give me some information . . ." Olivia said, her gaze fixed on the screens in front of her after recovering from the recoil of her power.
The woman immediately began to hack her way into the systems, trying to get access to the security cameras and the blueprint of this building.
While Olivia was busy tinkering with the security system, Max made sure to remove the corpses from the office after looting them with the help of Ange.
"So . . . are we really so fucked?" Max asked with a worried tone as he checked how many bullets they had.
"Oh! Don't be silly! This is actually a great opportunity! A whole planet of resources for us to take? A lot of people would be dreaming about that!" Ange exclaimed while undressing one of the security guards to get proper clothes and armor.
The woman's mind was flashing with ideas. "Such a wonderful cauldron of monsters to study, to experiments to have— it is this not amazing?" She asked while beaming with pure happiness.
Max blinked for a few seconds and nodded. "I guess for people like us it is not that bad . . ." he mumbled.
The woman was right; if his power was something like super strength or speed alone, one of those one-trick ponies that were incredibly strong but at the same time had a short ceiling, this would be hell.
"Yep, for someone like Olivia, who had to worry about getting old and that kind of stuff? This is horrible. But for us? We can reach even higher realms of power than the Apostles themselves," Ange spat with some madness in her tone.