Speaker 1: When the Night Comes Out Presents the Hive, Part seventeen.
The doors opened and revealed the horrors beyond anything they
could have dreamed. It was a mass of arms, legs,
and faces filled with jagged teeth. All of them started
to flood forward, like opening a dam. The smell hit
them all a moment later, the smell of rotten flesh
and blood. Now Dalton yelled. Mike and Dalton hit the
flamethrower triggers, and a wall of flames rushed for the
mass of bodies. Some of them managed to get arms
and legs out of the gym, but the moment the
flames came towards them, they recoiled instinctively. The wall of
hit them all and they went up like a candle.
The rush of air that hit Dalton and Mike felt
like a hot fist against their faces. Still, they kept
pushing forward, driving them back, but the oil was doing
its work. In seconds, the flames had covered the floors,
the walls, the equipment and furniture, and one by one
the creatures packed into the space were on fire. Dalton,
just to make sure unhooked. One of his bombs, hit
the fuse and tossed it through the door. It exploded
into fire. A moment later, the creatures began to scream, piercing,
insane screams that were unlike anything human or animal. Close
the doors. Mike screamed. The door slammed shut, but one
of the creatures, in full flames, ran out into the office.
It lunged right for Mike, but Dalton was right there.
He pulled out a pistol and fired right into the
mass of flame that had engulfed the thing's head. Mike
collapsed to the floor, all of the exhaustion hitting him
at once, and seeing the creature in flames coming toward
him was the final straw. Now the pounding on the
doors got louder, and the screaming went on and on.
We got them, Dalton said, crouching down beside him. We
got them, Mike. Mike looked up into the criminal's face.
Not all of them, not yet. Jen pushed with all
her might. Whether it was adrenaline or some long forgotten conditioning,
the creature was pushed back, and then she kicked between
the legs. She had no idea if these things could
feel a good shot to the crotch like when they
were alive, but the creature crumbled to the ground, so
there had to have been something there. Gasping for air,
but with no time to wait, she got to her
feet and ran toward the door. She could have turned
and fired a bullet into the things, but right now
she just wanted to put distance between her and the thing. Breathing, gasping,
her throat raw from the insane strength of the ghoul,
she reached out for the doorknob. Her fingertips brushed the
door handle, and then she felt that same iron grip
on her shoulder. In an instant, she was lifted off
the ground by just one hand. The thing had her
and lifted her completely, one of her shoes flinging against
the wall. She saw it bounce off the wall and
disappear into the shadows of the room. Then she was
flying backwards, unable to see a thing as the world
went topsy turvy, and then she hit one of the
cubicle walls again. The entire structure collapsed and skidded across
the desk and fell on top of the now falling wall.
The shelf built into it dug into her ribs and
she felt something crack and the pain shot through her.
There was no time to get lost in the pain.
Everything hurt, Her head hurt, and there was something like
static in her ears. Was one of the loud speakers
and the ceiling in here? And was it on the fritz?
Or had she just hit her head enough times that
she was drifting into concussion territory? Now? Was this going
to be the sound she heard as she was either
torn apart or bitten and turned into one of these things?
She reached down and grabbed the pistol. How many shots
did she have left? Shit, there was a time when
she would have known right away, but with all of
this she had no idea, hopefully more than one. Because
she had no time to aim, She rolled onto her back,
crying out at the pain this caused, and fired twice.
The gun fired two bullets and they both hit, but
she went sent her masts instead of aiming for the head. Still,
the impact was enough to cause the drooling creature to
stagger backwards and fall. Jen got to her feet, her
ribs screaming at her the entire time. When she got
into a standing position, she ran for the door again.
She streaked past the creature, which was already on its
knees and starting to rise She had a fleeting thought
of trying to stop and shooting it in the head,
but she was almost to the door and getting away
was more important. If she could just get out of
this fucking room, then she could lock it in here
and get help. She reached the door handle again, her
hand touched the metal. Then she heard the snarling again.
Behind her. Rege and his men ran as fast as
they could. There were the creatures up ahead, bounding and snarling.
It was amazing how fast they moved and loped along
at the same time. Nothing about them said they had
once been human until you looked one in the eyes.
They were a lot closer to them now, and they
could all see the school, which looked like a fortress
with the barriers down. Rege paused, catching his breath, and
once he had caught it, he raised his rifle. He
found one of the creatures, tracked the scope, and then fired.
Once the back of the creatures had blew up, and
then out the front, the creature went down. There was
no real reason to do that now, but it felt
good to take one of them down. His men ran
past him and he waved them on. His legs were aching,
and the muscles in his back were already starting to spasm.
He needed water, and he needed rest. He needed food,
and he needed to not be chasing zombies with sharp teeth.
No time for rest, he thought, no time. He slung
his rifle back over his shoulder, and then he started
running again. They would be at the school all together
in a few minutes. Alvin had one of the creatures sighted.
He had been following it. It just had to get
in range, and that would be soon. Everyone choose your targets,
he called, as calmly as he could. He was trying
to control his breathing, remembering all of his draining. When
they get in, take them out. Try to take them
in the head. If you miss, just retarget and shoot again.
No one replied, which was fine. They were all concentrating.
Soon soon there were just dozens and dozens of them,
all coming toward them, so close, a few football fields away,
but they were pausing to check out each and every house.
Alvin and the rest could hear glass breaking, and then
the sounds of more things breaking inside the houses. Alvin's
own creature had gone into at least four houses, and
he had just kept his eye on the scope, waiting
each time. This one particular creature had re emerged and
resumed its running. Almost there, it seemed as if each
of the creatures had all reached the same conclusion at
the same time. No one was in the houses, They
were all at the school. Alvin steadied his hands, took
a deep breath. He fired. He kept the scope steady, watching,
and saw he caught the creature he had been following
in the shoulder. The thing spun around and fell to
the ground. Alvin knew he hadn't hit the head, so
he waited slowly. The creature got back to its feet
and he sighted it again. Fired once more, and now
half of the thing's head blew away, and the creature
crumpled to the ground. Then there was a volley of
other shots from the rest of the group, clustered around
the shutters. As Alvin found a second target, he saw
more of them fall. He sighted his second target, found
the head, fired, and watched as another fell in a
spray of blood and brain matter. Maybe this won't be
so hard after all, he muttered. Then there was a
sound above them on the roof. What the fuck, he whispered.
Then there were more noises and the sound of running
footsteps How the hell had some of these things gotten
around them? Hadn't they all there running straight for the
school the entire time? No, Alvin realized, No, they had
not been. These creatures had faked them out and sent
a contingent toward the front, while another group had circled
around the back. All of the dodging into the houses
and keeping them distracted had been just that, a distraction.
Christ Alvin whispered. There were screams from within the school,
and then gunfire. The one part of the building that
did not have excessive armor was the roof. In fact,
it was thought that if there was a prisoner Ryan,
the roof might be the place to have snipers as well.
No one planned for a bunch of demonic zombies who
could easily jump onto the roof looking for a way in.
Alvin turned back and looked out the front, and he
saw at least a dozen, probably more, of the creatures
still headed toward the building. Did he leave his post
to see what was happening within the interior of the
school or did he stay here at his post, stay
here and keep firing, He commanded, I have to go
see what's happening inside. They're on the goddamn roof. Alvin
gripped his rifle and started to run. He hoped there
was enough time to save the people he was in
charge of protecting. Mike and Dalton held their ground in
front of the doors. They could both feel the heat
coming off the doors. Inside, the creatures were slowing down.
Their screeches and screams had diminished. It seemed to take forever,
but it probably had only been a few minutes. Okay,
let's shut it down. Mike called the engineer, and his
compatriots immediately turned the various knobs inside a flame retardet
material began to fall on the flames. It wasn't actually water,
since oil and water did not mix. Once it hit
the flames, it began to expand and turn into a
kind of foam, which smothered the flames. They stood there
and waited and waited until they were sure the flames
were out. Are we share they're all dead? Dalton asked,
We're gonna have to go in there and find out
if any of them are still moving. We put them
down with a shot to the head, Mike replied, swell,
Dalton said. Mike turned and commanded those behind him. Not
all of you have to come, but we have to
go in there and make sure they're all dead. If
they're not burned to a crisp and dead as a
door nail, then we have to take them out with
a shot to the head. It has to be a
shot to the head. This is not going to be pleasant,
and we can already smell how awful it is, but
it has to be done. Then we have to go
and save Hive City. No one argued. Instead, almost everyone
within Mike's eyesight grabbed their weapons and did their checks
to make sure it was loaded and ready to go.
They gathered behind Dalton and Mike. Mike had never felt
such pride at the people he worked with day in
and day out. Then did right now, Okay, let's get
this done. Two men stepped up and grabbed the handles
of the big metal doors. After Mike nodded, they opened
the doors with a loud shriek. It was time to
go to work again. Jen turned at the sound. Now,
instead of being afraid, she was pissed off. Sure enough,
he was coming straight for her. His skin was starting
to slide off his face and body. The decaying was
speeding up. Perhaps the more active and harder they had
to fight, the more they rotted. It was not the
time for a scientific study on that. Jen raised her gun,
but to her surprise, the creature swatted it aside and
it flew out of her hands so fast she barely
had time to react. Then its hands were on her
shoulders and she was slammed up against the door. Jen
pulled the creature toward her, grabbing both its shoulders. The
creature opened its mouth and its fetid breath washed over her.
Its eyes widened and looked excited, perhaps hoping this would
be an easy killed turn or meal. Instead, Jen used
the thing's own momentum and stepped sideways, sticking out one
foot at the same time. With a grunt that Jen
hoped was actually an expression of surprise, the creature slammed
headfirst into the door. The entire door shook, and there
was a hideous cracking sound as its head went through
the wood. The creature stopped moving almost instantly, hanging from
the door, arms and legs against the wooden door. Hanging
from the hole by its neck, Jen staggered against the wall,
holding on with her hand for a moment, trying to
catch her breath while ignoring the pain in her chest
from her broken ribs, she managed to slide down the
wall and find the gun on the floor, gripping it
tightly in her left hand. She then got back to
her feet, the agony and fire in her chest making
her want a scream. With that completed, she opened the
door and pushed it wide enough for her to get
through the entire time the thing's head stuck through the wood.
Once she had the top of the creature's head in view,
just to make sure, she pressed the gun to it
and fired. Once the body twitched and some black ichor
flowed from the top of its head. Now, if you're
all quite done fucking with me, she said to the
very dead thing through gritted teeth, I'm going to find
the rest of my people and stop the rest of you.
Jen hobbled and staggered her way out of the doorway
and down the hall. Alvin reached the cafeteria to find
it was in chaos. The first thing he saw was
that everyone who was in there was running, throwing tables,
and building barriers. The second thing he noticed was that
the ceiling had collapsed on the floor. The third thing
was the five feigned creatures. Two of them were pulling
someone to pieces so torn apart Alvin couldn't tell who
it was, and swallowing huge chunks of bloody flesh. The
other three stood over collapsed bodies, blood dripping from their teeth,
while the bodies below them twitched and reanimated. Where are
the guns, Alvin cried, raising his rifle, Shoot them, get
them in the head. Just then, from behind him, unseen
in the chaos, one of the ghules jumped on his back.
Alvin was thrown forward, the rifle skittering across the floor.
He saw black. His entire body slammed face first on
the floor, and his nose smashed against the linoleum. The
weight of the thing on his back made it impossible
to breathe. He knew he was going to be turned.
It would be only a moment before the thing on
his back darted forward and sank those huge, sharp teeth
into him. How much would he feel, he saw how
fast it would turn him, But what would it feel like?
Would he feel like he was dying? And then suddenly
his mind would be taken over by the hive mind?
Suddenly the weight on his back was gone, although he
was still choking on blood from his broken nose. He
gasped a huge gulp of air through his mouth. Then
there were hands around his arms and under his armpits.
He had a moment to worry it was more of
the creatures, but he was too out of it to fight.
The hands dragged him away. His toes squeaked on the floor.
The world came back with a rush of sound, screams
and shooting, the sounds of the creatures who snarled and
growled and roared. Okay, okay, put me down, Alvin said,
his voice strangely muffled through the blood. Are you okay?
A woman asked. He thought her name was Carol. Did
it bite you, Alvin? Did it bite you? Alvin patted
himself down, his hands covered in blood, but he realized
it was from his nose, which was bleeding quite freely.
I'm fine, he said, I'm fine. What happened? Somebody shot
the thing on your back? Carol said, I don't even
know who. Alvin nodded, putting his hands on his knees
and spitting a lot of blood onto the floor. Get
the kids out of here, did we move them out?
Get them into a classroom and shut the door. Put
someone with a gun in there, got it, We're already
on in. We can't let them leave the cafeteria. There
are more coming. I need people to get onto the
roof with me. We have to stop them from getting
up there. Right, you stay here, Carol said, I'll get
the group together. We've almost got all of the ones
that came through taken care of. You. Get your breath back.
Alvin almost protested, but soon realized that he needed to rest.
He hid his head so hard, and his nose was agony.
He tentatively touched it, and the waves of pain that
shot through his face and head made him WinCE and
almost cry out. He took several deep breaths through his mouth.
Here you go, Boss. Alvin never got to see who
said that, but his rifle was back in his hand
a second later. Time to move, Time to work. He
had to get on the roof and lead the charge
to keep it clear. They had to hold out reg
and the rest would be here soon, and they had
to stop these things. For Hive City, he whispered to himself.
For everyone here, you've been listening to when the Night
comes out the Hive. Tune in next week for The
Hive Part fifteen. Written by Brian w Alaspa, narrated and
produced by Ali James, Music by Vivek Abishak. Catch up
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