Chapter 3: The Advent of Doomsday
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A web of blue veins pulsed on Luther’s forehead. His shaking hand showed the struggle he felt. He tried so hard to harness the air but he could not catch it. As difficult as it was, he didn't give up.
"Ah!"
Luther cried out, not noticing his sister watching in shock.
He focused all of his attention on the palm of his hand, where the water was misty, the drops rolling in it, and you could hear a light sizzle getting louder.
Luther groaned deeply, "Ice…I need to master ice."
The mist and drops of water on Luther's palm suddenly burst, and with a spark of light, his spirit caught hold of the air, and the edge of an icicle appeared to grow from the center of his palm.
"Not enough…it’s not enough. I need to get stronger!" Luther bellowed, his palms trembling as he rose slightly above the ground.
The tip of the ice in his palm began to grow longer.
Finally, everything came to him, and Luther felt he could control the air in his hand.
He cried out one last time.
The air around him pushed outward for a moment before rushing into his body.
Luther's hand was high, and he was weak, slumped on the ice, aching, and panting.
Still, Luther smiled when he saw the one-meter-long icicle drop in front of him, then he laughed heartily.
Constance, too, looked at the icicle in surprise. She didn't understand, but Luther's smile at least suggested that there was something good in it.
After a while, Luther stood up and approached the edge of the roof.
"Luther," Constance spoke softly as she followed him, "My power is over fire. How can you control water and ice?
"Fire is going to cause a lot of damage...” Luther muttered, “The water I create is meant to be frozen. I didn't feel it at first, but now I can use the air around me to create ice." He peered over the edge down the stairs of the fire escape.
It was very hazy under the tall building, but the street looked like a reflective pool of blood, and many other buildings were ablaze.
There was a great deal of confusion below, except for the moaning of the demons and the deafening sound of explosions. A strong smell of blood wafted through the air.
Constance walked over to Luther and looked at his frosty face. She wondered, after all, how happy he had been.
“What's the matter with you?”
"Look down."
The smell of blood made her vomit into the corner of the rooftop. It wasn't the usually busy street. It was now only a bloodbath.
"This...what's going on?" Her voice was shaky.
Luther had reached the iron gate on the roof, and as he opened it, he answered Constance's question in a cold voice.
"Doomsday is coming. The world below is full of infected, bloodthirsty zombies. We don't have time. We need to get out of this building before the TMG virus evolves. Follow me."
Constance looked at Luther, who just looked cold, and wondered, did he feel nothing at all about this? Was this man still the brother she knew?
She sighed to herself. So what? Doomsday was coming to Coldhaven.
The sound of explosions was unstopping and the sound of people’s screams was chilling. In the crowded streets, most people fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth. Some of the people in the cars also lost consciousness.
Cars without drivers turned into steel mincing machines, frantically running over fallen people. The flowing blood mixed with the falling rain in the streets and the lights of the high buildings illuminated the blood-red rain. All of downtown Coldhhaven was drowned in a pool of blood.
A few managed to avoid the cars in the street and ran down a safer pathway.
A young woman with a comatose child in her arms ducked under a small overpass, leaned against the wall to catch her breath. She was speechless in terror of the world around her.
As she wiped her tears, the child in her arms opened his eyes. His face was grim, and his teeth were sharp.
The young woman felt unsettled, but this was her son, and she had no intention of abandoning him. As she stood to run again, the child kicked her down to the ground before leaping on her to bite her neck.
"Ah!"
The young woman let out a cry of pain. She tried to stretch out her hand to escape but it was too late, the child's teeth had ruptured her veins, and the young woman's neck burst apart with blood that spattered onto the child’s face.
The young woman stared at the bloody child in disbelief, and her final words were drowned by the sound of gurgling before she let out a final breath.
The child began to bite madly at the woman's neck. Her throat was completely chewed apart. The flesh was torn off and eaten by the child piece by piece.
The same thing was happening all over the city. Those who tried to save their families were viciously betrayed and consumed. Anyone who stopped to help others was mercilessly ambushed and chewed apart.
They watched the unconscious people stagger to their feet and run towards them with a roar like wild beasts, screaming in horror.
“What the hell!”
“Help!”
"I’ve been bitten, help me!"
"Don’t come towards me, it’s illegal for you to be out here!"
Anything they cried out was meaningless. Their only hope was to flee.
As they tried to run away in desperation, they got picked off one after the other. The savages of the infected were faster and stronger than any of them. When they were shot with firearms, they only grew angrier in their hunt. Nothing could stop them.
Anyone who wasn’t infected was outnumbered by at least two or three infected ones. They were being chased and hunted even if they tried to stay silent and hidden. These crazed zombie-like people would attack then leave only a mangled corpse that you could never guess was once a human if shreds of clothing weren’t still attached.
If anyone had taken shelter, they chose to call these savages Zombies. There could be no other best as horrid as that unless it was seen in a movie.
Mass hysteria grew among everyone in the entire city of Coldhaven as blood stained the streets red and spread out further.
A signal had rung out.
Doomsday is coming.
Luther and Constance walked down the corridor together. In the early days of doomsday, the city power was not completely cut off. Places such as hospitals, skyscrapers, and malls would have its emergency power on even if the power was cut off, so the corridor was brightly lit.
Constance followed Luther, who was carrying a backpack, in front. He threw an extra backpack to Constance and said, “These are your necessities. Take them with you."
Constance felt a spark of curiosity at his preparedness, but she then realized that Luther was probably ready to do anything right now, so she stopped bothering to think about it.
Luther went downstairs first, still wounded. He created a small patch of ice that stuck to the gash on his leg. Downstairs he asked, "Constance, do you know if there are any weapons in this building?"
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