The Essence of a Killer

Han barged out of his room, alerting the useless patrollers camping beside the door to the stairwell and the elevators. They instantly looked at him with suspicion, their ugly faces becoming clearer as they approached him.

"You planning on running away again, boy!?" A patrolman said,

Han didn't have time for their shit. Han kicked the patrolman to the ground as he had to at least test out his new abilities since he was sure the nurse wouldn't survive anymore. The zombies were already feasting on her, so it was rather unlikely. He headed towards the apartment door and with his energy sense he knew people inside were approaching him fast. He opened the door and stood aside just in time to not crash into an injured man that was rushing away.

"ZOMBIES! ZOMBIES!"

The screams that came from his mouth could make any stomach churn from terror. He repeated it like a broken alarm clock, it woke up the whole floor, and soon enough everyone was fumbling out of their rooms, drowsy and yet armed. Not delaying himself anymore, he entered the apartment, squeezing through the other patients that were running away. He smacked the patients that dared to bump into him and turned to face the room where the zombies were feasting. He stood by the doorway, marveling at the scene before him.

The sun was already rising from outside, its rays were starting to shower down onto the room. The rays stung his eyes, and as he squinted he saw how it brightened up the zombies feasting on screaming patients, it brightened up the torn body parts scattered all over the floor, and it brightened up what was once a white curtain on the far corner of the room. Now it was blood red, and on the bed was a small figure chomping down on an old woman's head. She could barely be recognized anymore, as even her body was being torn apart by those that were once her patients.

Han already envisioned this with his energy sense, but Lola's death was still a sight to behold. Luckily, he would still be able to use the zombies for practice.

From his side, Amelia arrived screaming bloody murder, "Han, get out of the room! Out of the room, now!"

She pulled on Han, but as soon she saw the breathtaking view of carnage, she froze on the spot. "Lola...Lola!" She choked out the words, and her hands that had a grip on Han started trembling.

"Damn it!" She tried to pull Han back outside the apartment instantly, and yet she couldn't. She assumed he was paralyzed in fear, but when she turned to convince him to move, she caught a glimpse of his eyes. They were calm and calculated.

"Don't bother trying to go out." Han said as he raised his cleaver, "They won't let us out."

"What are you talking about!" Amelia tugged harder, however, it was still in vain. She glanced at the door leading outside and suddenly stopped pulling, she realized what Han meant when a man gets tossed inside.

The patients that got out were being forced back inside. Despite the cries and pleading of the patients, nothing convinced the survivors to show compassion. Amelia cursed under her breath as she ran out and fought with the men herding them inside.

"Don't let them get out! They're infected!" A man barked out towards the others. He proceeded to kick an amputee trying to go out onto the floor. Amelia tried to stop them, she tried to get others out, she did well fighting back but she was overpowered by the sheer number of survivors. Out of nowhere, she was bashed in the head with a wooden plank, causing her to fumble on the floor, conscious and yet bleeding. They threw her and other amputees into the room. The remaining patients along with Amelia could only watch in despair as they closed the door.

She pounded weakly and screamed, she pleaded for them to open the door. She held onto the doorknob and pushed, even the patients were pushing. However, it was no use. They were already barricaded inside. Immense anger formed in her heart as she was the one who saved everyone on this floor, she was the one who led them to barricade the stairway, she was the one that they had relied on to keep the floor safe, and now they were feeding her to zombies. She was trapped in an apartment with disabled people and a young impulsive kid while bleeding from the head, there was no hope in surviving this at all.

She knew she was going to die, but she was rather indignant. She vowed that once she was a zombie, she would eat everyone on this damn floor. She could only hope that she dies last, only to be sure that she won't eat anybody trapped with her, especially, young Han.

Tears were forming in her eyes, and as she looked around, the patients trapped with her were already sobbing on the floor while some were still stubbornly banging on the door. Han, however, was nowhere in sight. The door towards the patients' room was closed, and nothing but sunlight could be seen peeking through the gaps.

She also noticed it was quiet, aside from the noisy patients it felt as if there were no zombies behind the door at all. The silence should be relieving to her, however, the silence could simply mean the zombies were too busy munching on Han's corpse.

She stood up with wobbly feet and took heavy breaths with each step towards the door of the room. She paced beside the door and listened, listening for any sound at all. Nothing. Her teeth bit down on her bottom lip as she prepared herself for a gruesome sight. In a quick motion, she opened the door fully.

What she saw was Han, only Han. Everything else was still except for Lola.

At that moment she felt as if she was hallucinating. Han stood just beside Lola, she was a zombie now, and yet she was no danger at all. Her limbs were missing, and only her wailing head and torso could be properly identified. Han simply stared at her, regardless of the dead bodies surrounding him or the gore that painted the walls red, his bloodied face was calm and his eyes only had a cold calculated gaze. Han was only a teenager, and yet Amelia felt as if she was looking at a man who's killed his entire life.

After a minute, Han raised his cleaver and chopped. Lola's head flew onto the floor and rolled a few meters near Amelia before completely halting. Han noticed Amelia and flashed her a smirk. The acting was useless now, the nurse was gone.

He hoped to learn from her regarding the medicinal practices of this world. Even if he wasn't planning to do it today, he had hoped to come back here and learn. It was such a shame, such a waste. Well, Han could simply find a new nurse, and when he finds one he'll make sure they live long enough to teach him. Plans don't always work out, it was something he learned in his past world. Lola's death was merely an inconvenience to him. An inconvenience that also released him from the burden to act.

"You look like you've seen a ghost, Amelia." His voice boomed throughout the room. It had an annoying whiny pitch yesterday, but now it sounded as solid and steady as a boulder. Each step he took towards her made her want to back away.

After finally becoming a martial one warrior, Han's aura of death resurfaced. Although it wasn't as much as his past life, it was enough to intimidate anyone at the sight of him. All Amelia could do as Han approached was hope he wouldn't kill her, it was the fear of everyone who had seen Han's true nature.

Han simply passed her and the now silent patients to stand by the doors leading to the hallway. He pushed lightly on it to gauge the weight leaning against the door, then he stood still. 25 kilograms, that was his base strength as a martial warrior level 1. If he exerted effort he could do as much as 100 kilograms. But he didn't plan on making an entrance just yet, he focused on his energy sense to peer at the survivors on the other side.

"Get more cabinets, drawers, chairs, tables, anything that can stop those monsters from getting out!"

"Faster!"

"Hurry!"

They were completely unified in evil, or rather survival. A complete sync, that was their actions in passing each other things to barricade the door. Cabinets, drawers, chairs, tables, anything that could be used. While it sure was hard to push for normal humans, to Han, it was nothing but a breeze. All it took was one good kick, and the door, along with the whole damn barricade, was pushed back.

"Don't bother people, you're all going to die anyway!" Han said as soon as his head popped through the door. He went out, followed by Amelia and the patients. The first thing that greeted them were projectiles. Their throws were fueled with fear, an intense fear that they thought came from zombies. It was simply Han's aura.

"Go back!" A man said as he threw a lampshade. This was the same man who got the others to force them back inside the apartment filled with zombies. Han had a special reward for someone so smart.

"What's your name?" Han asked out of the blue as he dodged what was thrown at him, the same could not be said for Amelia and the others though.

"What does it matter to you? Hu--"

"What's your name?" Han asked once again, but this time he was stroking his cleaver at the man's throat, with his offhand pulling down the man's hair to level their faces. His overstep effectively shut everyone up. All eyes focused on Han, the survivors were anxious, while the patients were elated at this justice Han was bringing them.

"J-James." Stuttered the man after a slight pause. Han looked into his eyes as if he looking at his very soul. Han wanted to see if the people of this world had the same fear that everyone he killed had. Eyes tearing up, sweat pouring down their foreheads, quivering legs, pathetic pleading, oh, it was indeed all the same. Therefore, there was no difficulty at all in cutting his throat wide open, but not before giving him a farewell message.

"Congratulations, James. You're the first one I'm sending to hell."