Surviving the Apocalypse with my Multiplier System

He ran over to the scientist's assistant. "What do we do if these people attack us in a horde? Is there a way to control them?"

The scientist's assistant looked up at him, frightened. "Control them? The only way we've controlled them back at the base was by killing them!"

Cal's face lost all its color. How many people was this drug given to? How many of their people were stationed here at this base?

"We're outnumbered, but at least we have guns," he mumbled out loud. "I need to see Leader Mai."

Just as he walked over to the door, he paused. He began to feel the fear sinking in, unsure if he would get attacked as soon as he opened it.

Looking over at the scientist's assistant, he barked an order. "Come, we're getting out of here!"

The base was technically not his responsibility, and he had no desire to stay any longer. The scientist's assistant would also vouch for him that the people on the drug were going crazy.

Using the cover of the night, they quietly left their room and skirted around the edges of the base to their car. As soon as the car started, Cal whipped out of the parking lot and sped out of the base.

Deondre noticed the car as it approached the exit but hesitated to shoot since he didn't know if it was an innocent person running away in fear or not.

After thinking it through for a while, he decided to shoot out one of the tires on the car.

Cal had already made it a decent distance down the highway when he felt the car spin out of control.

One of his tires popped, causing the car to ram into a guardrail.

"Fuck!" he yelled, thinking he must have driven over a spike or something since the sniper bullet was completely silent.

After making sure the scientist's assistant was still okay, he got out of the car.

"Come on, let's go! We need to get out of here before the cannibals come out!" yelled Cal. He sprinted forward on the highway, not caring that they would need to make this journey on foot.

Through the scope of his sniper rifle, Deondre saw the two men abandon their car and run down the highway. From their hurried body language, he could tell that they were really frightened.

"I don't think Damien's men are this spineless. They must be residents who got frightened," he mumbled and turned his attention back to the base.

Inside, Leader Mai was in her room, giving out commands to various team leaders.

"You're telling me you don't know who they are or where they're shooting from?!" she yelled angrily.

"Yes, ma'am, it's dark out, so—" replied one of the guard team members.

"DARK OUT? You said they were shot! Do you not have ears to hear what direction they shot from?!" she stomped angrily.

Everyone in the room clammed up, scared to tell her that there were no gunshot sounds at all. It was eerily quiet, like a silent plague spreading through the base.

Just then, the door swung open. "Ma'am! Everyone at the entrance has been wiped out. Our men on both the eastern and western sides have also been taken out!"

Mai was furious! She was tasked with overseeing this base and was given hundreds of men to keep it secure.

Now she was being told that her men were dropping like flies, and no one knew where or what was killing them!

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"Every last one of you needs to get your ass outside NOW! Don't come back until you've either killed or captured whoever is responsible!" she ordered, slamming her hands down on the metal table.

The various team leaders quickly nodded and ran out of the room, frightened of angering Leader Mai even more.

Outside, Ian's team made steady progress, slowly moving through the base and wiping out any of Damien's men they could find.

The real issue was dealing with the drug-starved innocent people. They seemed so far gone that they were no longer rational. Some even turned to attack him without being provoked!

He had no choice but to continue to strike them down with his hand, leaving them unconscious on the ground.

While Ian and his team were making their way towards the center of the base, Rayne and Julian were running around the edges, picking off the hidden guards in the back.

They both had a good understanding of the general layout of the base and used it to their advantage to weave through the buildings.

Their goal was to pick off any hidden dangers while gathering information on what was going on inside the base.

Rayne watched in horror as the once-normal people ran around wildly in some kind of crazed state.

"Is this the effect of the drug?!" she gasped in horror. She just witnessed a woman biting chunks of flesh off another woman.

Julian covered her eyes. "Don't look. But if I were to guess, this is most likely a withdrawal symptom. I don't think Damien has any use for such mindless behavior."

Rayne felt the blood in her body boil. These were normal, innocent people who were just trying to survive. She couldn't forgive Damien or anyone on his side for toying with human life like this.

"I hope they can wean off it and turn back to normal," she said, clenching her fists.

Julian hummed in reply. "I hope so too..."

There were so many people under the influence of this drug, and most of them were running around like feral animals.

The frightening part was that those people who had their skin torn off in chunks didn't even bat an eye. It was almost as if they didn't feel that they were injured.

"Well, it seems like the drug was successful in one aspect," mumbled Julian, observing the carnage happening in front of them.

From the corner of her eye, Rayne spotted Layla and Samantha.

"Julian, look!" she gasped, pointing over at the two women. It looked as if Samantha was trying to pull Layla away from the crowd.

Julian watched in silence, seeing his sister act out with aggression as Samantha did her best to call out to her.

"Shall we..."