Speaker 1: When the Night Comes Out Presents the Hive, Part thirteen.
Ward and Michael Kettinger's log. Hello, Yes, this is wardon Ketdinger.
I have no idea what the date and time are.
Things have gone quite literally to hell. I'm actually just
recording this on the phone that they gave us when
we came down here. Weird because they don't work anywhere
else but here in the Hive. Sorry, getting distracted. Yeah,
so the entire Hive is under a lockdown and the
entire world could be in jeopardy. Something that reanimates dead
people and turns them into sharp toothed, drooling, wall crawling
creatures that eat people and turn other people into them
has been awakened. We have sealed off the part of
the mine where we think it all started. Yeah, and
we sealed it off, but really it was Dalton King.
Jesus Christ. I'm all over the place here. I am
working with Dalton King to try and stop these things
from killing everyone currently living and working in the Hive.
Right now, as I understand it, they're attacking the administration building.
If they take that, they will go after the gate.
If they get through that, then all of Hive's city
is waiting for them, and there will be almost nothing
to stop them. Once they have that, then it's onto
the lift and the surface. This recording is probably not
even going anywhere, but if I die, I want there
to be a record. The prisoners have joined us and
are fighting beside us. I had to bring Dalton King
into this because he's the only one with the skills
to destroy these creatures. He set up the explosives to
seal off the new tunnel in the mine. Now he's
got an assembly line of US guards making flame throwers
and bombs. Yeah, you heard that right, flame throwers and bombs.
If these things get to the surface, there may be
nothing that can stop them. No one up there has
seen anything like these before outside of movies. We have
to do whatever we can to keep them down here,
even if that means we have to bring the entire
Hive down on top of us. I know how we
can do it too. There is a contingency plan. There
are explosives set all over this place as a last resort.
I am the one person who can set off the
destruct signal. All of us in the Hive prison and
Hive City will be buried under thousands of tons of
rock anyway. I have to get back to the assembly lines.
I have to get back to making weapons with the
most dangerous man on the planet. I hope we don't
have to go so far as to bring this place down,
but we will. I will. God help us, hell Satan
help us. At this point, I'll take the help anywhere
I can. My assistant Jen is taking the lead back
of the administration building right now. I hope to God
she's still alive by the time we get there. They
came through the hole in the wall like a living wave,
save for the fact to that none of them were living.
Of course, Jen had to push back the sense of
nausea and fear that covered her the moment she saw
all of the gnashing teeth and horrendous claws. Something resembling
saliva dripped from their fings as they ran, but they
did not seem to move like thinking things. They ran
as one giant group, just making for the first living
creatures they saw. Jen took careful aim and fired. Then
the air was filled with the sounds of others firing too.
One by one, the first wave of them fell with
shots to the head. They swarmed like mice or rats.
Some of them climbing up the walls and then scurrying
across the ceiling. Eventually, some of the guards joined the
firing line with their rifles and their scopes at the red.
One by one, they aimed and took their shots, and
the bodies of the creatures began to pile up, creating
another barrier between the humans and whatever these creatures were.
Jen ran out of AMMO and the empty mag dropped
to the floor. She reloaded fast and fired again. It
was a smooth process, now, the memories of her training
on the firing range coming back to her. She held
the gun in both hands and aimed carefully, ignored the
creatures above and around her, Just focus on the ones
right in her sights, then fire and take one shot
to down one creature. The rate of fire was blistering
and all around her. The creatures were bunched up in
the doorway, but still they climbed the face of the
administration building and poured into the windows. It would not
be long before they would overwhelm them. Someone off to
Jen's rights screamed a high pitched scream that got louder
and louder before it was cut off. Possible to tell
if it was male or female. Then another scream off
to the left. The creatures were catching on. More of
them exited the office by climbing up the walls and
onto the ceiling. They dropped down all around her, sometimes
on the floor, but more often than not on someone.
A few gen saw were bitten, but more than a
few were being torn to pieces. Get back to the breakroom,
Jen cried out. Jen ran, hating the fact she turned
her back on these creatures. She saw the guards who
had taken up sniper posts behind the tables and other
barriers that blocked the brake room. The bullets flew over
her head. She ducked instinctively, but kept her eyes on
the prize. She could feel the creatures coming up behind her.
All around her, they snarled and grabbed people. There were
screams that turned into hideous gurgles as their throats were
ripped out, and sometimes the screams just faded as whomever
was grabbed dragged them off to turn them into one
of their own. She reached the barrier in the doorway
and leapt into the air, going back to her day's
running track, and the guards who were there parted as
she did so. She landed on the other side of
the barrier, and then her feet slid and she ended
up on the floor behind her. The guns roared. More
people made their way into the brake area, helped over
by the guards. Jen got to her feet, her own
gun held up ready for action, but the world felt
like it tilted slightly on its axis. She staggered against
the wall as she saw more of the people she
worked with staggering over the barriers and into the room,
all of them taking up positions around the brake room
with their guns ready. There was blood running from their
foreheads and other body parts. Nothing felt real. Jen had
a moment where she was sure she was going to
faint or throw up, or throw up first and then faint.
Are you okay, Jen asked a woman to her left, Margaret.
Jen reminded herself she was another assistant for one of
the other managers. She could not remember the manager's name. Yes,
just a little faint, she replied. I know this is insane.
I can't believe this is happening. The roar of the
guns became constant. From where she stood, Jen could see
the creatures trying to get into the brakeroom, which was
now filled with so many, but not nearly as many
as Jen had hoped. Where had the rest of the
workers gone? Had they all been killed or turned? As
if to answer her question, she saw a man named David,
who was an accountant, attack one of the guards at
the barrier, his face bloody and his teeth long and sharp.
Jen raised her pistol and put a bullet right through
David's forehead and he fell backwards into the office. Margaret,
they're going to figure out that there is an open
door behind us here. We need to start moving people
out of the brakroom and down to some of the
other floors. These creatures are all climbing up, so we
need to start heading down. Plus we need to be
able to open the doors and let Mike and Dalton
and the rest in when they get here. Margaret nodded
and started talking to the employees who were near the
back of the brake room. They began to exit through
the other doorway and head for the stairs. Jen ran
up to the guards who were firing and firing, then
reloading as fast as they could. We're going to move
them out the back and down the stairs, Jen said
to the guard on her right. Keep them occupied and
off of us. How are you doing on, Ammo, We've
got enough. Get going. We'll hold them off as long
as we can. Jen turned and ran, the sounds of
the gunfire and the snarling, gnashing, biting creatures in her
ears as she stepped into the hallway. Up ahead were
the stairs and the rest of the building. To try
and stop these things, Ketdinger stood in the assembly line,
attaching the various supplies Dalton had grabbed from the medical
ward and then from the locker and equipment rooms within
the mines. So far they had several primitive looking creations
that worked like flame throwers, and a bunch of small
metal tanks which could easily be turned into bombs. All
of them. The guards and King worked as fast as
they could. The problem was everything they were working with
could potentially explode in a fireball. Needless to say, this
meant they needed lots of deep concentration and focus. How
many of these do we need? Reg asked, We need
enough to take on about a thousand of those creatures,
and potentially more of them. If they are currently turning
half of the office workers in the administration building into
creatures like themselves, Dalton King said, while working away and
not spending even a moment looking up from his work.
I hate to be harsh, hey, gentlemen, but we have
to consider the fact the entire building could be overrun.
Our main goal is to get as many of these
finished as we can and cut them off from entering
Kive City. Kettinger kept working, but despite the fact his
hands were working feverishly and he was assembling weapons, he
felt like he was standing still. There had been no
communication from Gen or anyone else, and he was sure
all of his people, his friends, those he saw day
after day, were fighting for their lives. He bit his
tongue and chewed on his lower lip. Then he grabbed
the next component and began assembling more weapons. There was
nothing more he could do than that and say prayers
to a god he was fairly sure was either not
there or they were too far down for him to care.
Carl stood in his little booth and cleared his throat.
His hands were shaking. He had been here in this
little booth as the man everyone saw when they went
through the gate for years now, and had never had
to fire a weapon. Now Here, he was in a
bulletproof vest and with a rifle beside him and a
pistol in his hands. Of course, he had heard the
video chatter. He knew that there were things attacking the
administration building. He was not an idiot, despite his awe
shuck's attitude. He knew what was going on around him.
There were creatures that were animating the dead, turning other
people into creatures, and they had sharp teeth and tore
people to pieces. He cast a glance behind him, and
he could see the rest of Hive City. About half
an hour ago, the entire population back in the city
had moved into the school, which was about as far
away from the gate as anyone could get. It was
hardly a fortress, but in the weird silence which had
fallen over the city, he could still hear hammering and
power tools from the direction of the school. Everyone was
doing as much as they could to turn that place
into a fortress. What the hell was he going to do?
I'm not cut out for this, he whispered, i am
not cut out for this. Carl was a man in
his mid forties, and he was the first to admit
he had more than a bit of gut around the middle.
Every year he had to pass a test with the guns,
and his accuracy against paper targets was excellent. But as
for these jumping, scampering things he was hearing about over
the radio, he had no idea how he was going
to be able to do anything. I'm not ready for this,
he whispered, chewing on his lower lip. Jesus Christ, what's
going on here? There was a loud sound from behind
the gate. It had to have been a huge explosion
or something for it to make it through the thick
metal door. During his entire time in the hive, he
had only opened the giant door once. It was to
allow some construction equipment to get through and down to
the mines. Mostly everyone came in through the smaller door
built into the gate. It was large enough for big
groups to get through, and even the golf carts most
people drove around here. Carl fingered the butt of his
pistol nervously. There was another sound from the other side
of the metal door. Were there things already there trying
to get through? He knelt down until he was just
peeking over the edge of the window built into this
little building. He switched over to the rifle and sided
the door within the gate. If something came through. He
hoped he could knock it down before it got more
than a few inches inside. All of those people down
there kneeded him. All of the children and the wives
and the people who worked and made Hive city needed him. Jesus,
let me shoot straight, he said. Jen managed to get
to the floor below and to the front of the
line of workers all running ahead of her. Already on
the floor below, they had piled furniture near the staircase entrance,
and there were people with guns ready to start blasting.
Is this what we're really going to do? She thought
to herself. Are we just going to run from floor
to floor and hope to whittle them down? Are we
going to lose along the way. There has to be
something better. There was little time to think because the
gunfire coming down the stairs was so loud it was deafening,
echoing off the walls and the stairwell. She ran for
the barrier and someone helped her over it. Behind her,
more office workers from upstairs came through the door in
a panic, their eyes wide and fear. Some of them
appeared to be bleeding. Think, she thought, Think of what
to do? This cannot go on. More office workers came
stumbling out in a rush, and suddenly one of the
creatures exploded out of the door to the stairwell and
landed on the back of Randy, one of the office workers.
His eyes went wide with terror, and the creature leaned
down and bit his shoulder, tearing out meat, and the
sound of breaking bones filled the air. Randy screamed, but
it was far too late, and three more of the
creatures came through the door and piled on the gunfire
erupt did right after. Randy was buried in the demonic things. However,
everyone was frightened and they were moving, so there were
no head shots. One of the creatures seemed almost casual
and reached out with one hand and grabbed a blonde
haired woman and bit her on the forearm, then let
her go. This woman shouted and grabbed her arm. Blood
poured between her fingers. She looked up toward the barrier,
her eyes pleading for help, but it only took seconds
and she staggered to her left collided with the wall.
Help me, she said, but her voice was barely above
a whisper. Jen watched as the strength left her legs
and she sank to the floor, her eyes clouded and
her head slumped, Then just a fraction of a second later,
her head snapped up and her mouth opened somehow, some way,
her teeth were all points. Now instead of a voice,
some gargled growl came out of her throat. She leapt
to her feet and turned towards the barrier with hunger.
Jen lifted her pistol, aimed and fired a bullet through
this woman's forehead, and she went down face first. The
creatures were now piled in the doorway, but they were
climbing up the walls and scurrying across the ceiling. It
was like trying to shoot a huge group of ants,
scattering everywhere, moving so fast it was almost impossible to
see them the gym. Jen thought, if we can herd
them into the gym, get the people out and put
these things in there, we can lock the doors containment,
just contain them and wait for Mike and Dalton and
Redge to get back. Already the creatures had killed four
more and turned six more into creatures like them. Lead
them down, Jen cried, someone give me a radio. A
radio was slapped into her hands and she pressed the button.
Clear off the gem. We're leading them down, all of them.
She handed the radio back, not even waiting for acknowledgment.
Get to the other set of stairs and head down,
Jen commanded, We're leading them to the gym. Everyone began
to run, and the creatures poured out of the stairwell doorway.
As Jen ran, she heard them knocking over chairs and cubicles,
shattered glass and snarling and growling. You've been listening to
When the Night Comes Out The Hive. Tune in next
time for the Hive Part fourteen written by Brian w Elaspa,
narrated and produced by Ali James, Music by Vivek Abishek.
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