Chapter 4: Chapter 4: The Project Patriot (Part 2)

Under the clear night sky, the group arrived at the bottom of a large canyon and took a defensive stance while Willheim began his search for hidden back to the facility.

"God fucking damn it! It should be around here. I promise I left a fucking rock around there." Cussed Whillheim as he threw the rocks to his side while moving a particular card around the ground.

"It appears the secret back entrance to the laboratory of that facility is so extra fucking secret even you can't find it," said Ash while wondering if something happened to its head.

"Captn, do we really have to follow that maniac's plan ?" said Kintoki, skeptical of Willheim's 'plan'.

"We have no choice. Remember, well, all tested the truth of his word back in the forest, and it was true. Our current weapon can't even scratch that thing's skin. The things' only weakness is the conductivity of its skin and faulty brain, which we all lack ways to take advantage of." Pierce spoke while remembering the test shots they made to thing's kin back in the forest.

At first, all of them thought there was a limit to how far tech could go, but the smooth white skin like a child after an empty an entire mag proved how wrong they were. And they understood their only way out was to take the gamble.

*Ding*

"Found it!"

"Shit!" But it doesn't mean they like it.

Eventually, they heard the clear sound of something getting approved by machinery. Following behind Wilheim, Ash and his team went down the ladder leading into a hidden lab.

Following the sound of their feet hitting the tile of the floor, the long corridor began to light up to show their way but only revealed even more stomach-turning vision in front of them.

*Thump, thump, thump!*

With each sound of light turning on, it showed part of a long metallic corridor covered with blood and organs of people who were ripped apart piece by piece or splattered into million pieces like a ripe tomato by the high caliber bullet of rogue Bandersnaches.

"Great, another PTSD for me."

"Tell me they killed themselves like this."

"No, it isn't! Now hurry! We need to get the arm-"