Mutagen

11:15 AM City Mall Bacoor South Wing – Cinema Lobby

Mark stood in front of a double door leading to one of the cinema halls. This hall is the closest to the cinema entrance. He approached this hall not because it is the closest but this hall was the only hall that had its doors tightly shut.

The others were confused seeing him standing and not opening the door but no one said anything… except for one person.

"Hey, why don't you open that already? Also, can I borrow the bat? I need a weapon."

Mark looked at Ange who just hopped beside him without warning with incredulity. He was wondering how this girl's head works. Still, he did not question her antics and just sighed before he replied.

"Later. I'll be the vanguard this time and I just can't shoot the gun every time unless we want to die by attracting every single one of those zombies. Also I don't have infinite shells for this."

The shotgun shells he managed to get isn't that many, the ones he used when they escaped already depleted more than half of what he had. After replying, he then proceeded to plant his ear on the door trying to listen to the sounds inside if there is any.

Hearing his reply, Ange pouted but did not say anything else and just mimicked Mark also sticking her right ear on the door. She then heard sounds inside. The sounds are a little faint but when she heard the sounds, she was petrified for a second before her face turned red and quickly backed off like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

At first, she did not recognize the faint sounds but then when she poured her concentration on listening, what she heard made her heart pound and her face became red in embarrassment. Through the door, she heard moans and panting of a man along with a fain voice of a woman. It was not hard for anyone of age to imagine what was happening inside.

"What's wrong?"

"There are…"

Paula asked Ange in confusion seeing her back off like that. Of course, the flustered girl didn't know how to elaborate what she just heard to her friend who is also a female.

Ange looked at Mark who was still listening to the sounds beyond the door.

'Men are really perverts.'

That is what she thought at first but was forced to dispel it when she saw Mark's stern face. He then stopped listening inside but his expression is graver that before.

Mark then approached Ange and stretched his hand holding the bat towards her.

"Take this for now."

"You just said that you need it right?"

"Well, you can just say that I changed my mind."

Mark smiled as he said that but the smile really looked sinister.

"You guys hide back at the snack bar. Don't come out unless I called out."

He turned around without waiting for replies. The rest looked at each other and nodded among themselves before going back behind the snack bar and hid there.

"What is going on?"

The mother asked while everyone else is looking at Ange.

"There are people inside. They are… having sex... probably..."

Ange hesitated to say what she just heard but she still said it though her face is crimson red. This courageous girl who can bash zombies' faces with a steel baseball bat and did not falter to the scene of blood is actually weak at topics like this.

The mother and the employee's faces also turned red especially the employee as he is an adult man at the age of twenty-nine. Of course, hearing a girl several years younger talk about something like this in front of him, he would feel embarrassed. Furthermore, he is the only male in the group right now since Mark is away!

Surprisingly, Paula did not react that way and just stared at Ange before saying.

"It shouldn't be just that simple right?"

She then looked at Mark who is quite a distance away and was now sticking and adjusting a knife between the locks of the double door.

Ange also looked at Mark with her embarrassment slightly lessened.

"Looks like it."

'KACHA'

Mark made a slow but forced push on the knife followed by the sound of the door lock loosening.

Before he could even pull the knife, the door opened slightly. Luckily, it seemed that the door was maintained properly and it made no sound when it opened. Well, it is doable that the people inside won't hear anything from what Mark is doing because of their 'passionate' session inside.

Unfortunately, that 'passionate' part is one sided. That is why Mark sneaked inside with a stern face.

Upon entering, he sneaked towards the hall with the lustful sounds and vile laughter getting louder in his ears. What he saw conformed to his thoughts.

Three males sat on the armrest of some chairs next to the pathway watching another male who was thrusting on female on the floor. Clothes riddled the floor and by the looks of it, all the clothes belong to the female, some of the clothes are even ripped like the school blouse that is closest to Mark's current position.

Mark looked at the laughing perpetrators for a second and saw their loose clothes, baseball caps and even silver chains dangling on their necks. Belts with metal decors can be seen under half-tucked shirts. Though they looked stereotypical, appearance of these men made Mark remember of gangsters around the area.

Yes, gangsters. Mark also found his conjecture plausible as there are a lot of squatter compounds nearby. Though it didn't really mean that gangsters can only originate from those kinds of areas but sadly, most of these kinds of people did in this country. Gangsters, criminals, drug addicts and such people can easily be located if one were to thoroughly search those areas.

Estimating the dangers and other things, Mark then readied his shotgun which he fully loaded with shells and stealthily walked towards the criminals. As the bastards were facing the opposite way, Mark can easily approach them without them noticing in this kind of dark cinema.

As he stepped forward out from the wall he is hiding, he paused. He looked to his side and began to reevaluate his thoughts slightly. To his side, a body of a boy, probably in his last years in high school, was lying on the floor between the chairs. His uniform dyed red with a single hole on his chest. The smell of blood irritated his nose as the body was just a foot away from him as he crouched. Of course, he did not fail to notice the bloody bite mark on the boy's wrist.

Leaving the body behind, Mark made his way towards the gangsters.

"Seriously boss, hurry up, just how long do we have to wait for our turn to f*ck this bitch?"

One of the gangsters sitting on the armrest said with boredom as watched the so called boss humping on their trophy.

Hearing that, the Boss gave that gangster a dirty finger as he continued on his business.

"You shits should wait until I had enough! I'm the one who saw her first!"

"Hahaha alright Boss! We have all the time we need to play with this bitch. Just who do you think would come with all the mess outside? I doubt anyone else is alive in this mall, we even lost some of our brothers."

Another gangster said in a tone licking his boss' boots.

"Yeah, but who thought that this bitch and his idiot boyfriend would really follow us and think that we are saving them?

"So, that's what happened huh?"

"Yeah! That's what happened! Hahaha…"

As the four gangsters are narrating their vile deeds of taking advantage of the slaughter outside and get the girl into this situation, a voice coming from behind them sounded with a question like realization.

The unsuspecting gangster actually replied to the voice until his own voice trailed off as he realized that the voice did not come from anyone of them.

The gangsters froze and even the boss stopped thrusting as he felt his genital slowly soften. As the three gangsters slowly turned their heads around with cold sweat on their backs, the Boss already froze in horror. What the Boss saw first is the muzzle of a shotgun pointed at them and then the man wearing a jacket standing holding the gun.

Mark on the other hand was also surprised as he looked at the gangsters.

The damn bastards were actually minors!