Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse With My Military System

The doctors exchanged alarmed looks, whispering among themselves. "This isn't the reaction we anticipated," one of them said, eyes wide with fear.

Another doctor, trying to maintain some semblance of professionalism, began jotting down the observed changes. "Rapid skin discoloration, muscular hypertrophy, dental transformation... this is unprecedented."

The Boss, or the creature he was becoming, let out a guttural growl that echoed in the sterile room. The restraints that once held him now seemed feeble against his increased strength. He began pulling at them with renewed vigor, the metal groaning under the strain.

One of the doctors rushed to a cabinet, pulling out a syringe filled with a tranquilizing agent. "We need to sedate him before he breaks free!"

Richard, trying to maintain control of the situation, nodded. "Do it quickly!"

But as the doctor approached the Boss with the syringe, the creature lunged, snapping one of the restraints. The doctor stumbled back in terror, dropping the syringe.

The room plunged into chaos. Doctors scrambled to get away from the transformed Boss, who was now free from the table, his gaze fixed on Richard.

"Contain him!" Richard shouted, retreating towards the door. But the Boss moved with surprising speed for his size, blocking Richard's escape.

Richard looked up at the Boss he was barely recognizable. 

"I TOLD YOU I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" The Boss let out a roar, his voice distorted and much deeper than before. His appearance was horrifying – the pinkish skin had now turned a deep shade of purple, his muscles bulged unnaturally, his teeth resembled those of a predator, and his hands were turned into blades, pulsating as if it was alive.

With a flick of his finger, Richard materialized a Magnum Desert Eagle Pistol on his hand, taking aim at the Boss's monstrous head. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, firing a point-blank shot. The deafening sound of the gunshot echoed throughout the room, followed by a brief silence.

The Boss staggered back, the impact of the bullet forcing his massive frame to stumble. A gaping hole was visible in his forehead, dark viscous fluid oozing out. For a moment, the room held its breath, waiting to see if the creature would collapse.

But to everyone's horror, the Boss let out another enraged roar and lunged at Richard again. The gunshot, while powerful, hadn't been enough to take him down. Richard, maintaining his composure, quickly fired two more shots, aiming for the creature's eyes. 

It didn't stop the Boss and so Richard pivoted, summoning a pump-action shotgun to his other hand. With swift and practiced moves, he pumped the shotgun and unloaded a barrage of shots, aiming at the Boss's chest and abdomen. The sound of shells being ejected and the subsequent blasts echoed deafeningly, filling the room with a storm of noise and smoke.

The Boss, despite being riddled with bullets, continued his relentless pursuit, each step causing the ground to tremble. Richard, realizing the shotgun wasn't enough, discarded it and summoned an M4A1 assault rifle.

Richard unleashed a hailstorm of bullets, the rapid-fire creating a cacophony of sound as empty shells clinked onto the floor. Bright muzzle flashes illuminated the room, revealing the grim determination on Richard's face and the monstrous rage on the Boss's.

The Boss, however, was not so easily deterred. With every bullet that pierced his mutated flesh, he seemed to grow angrier, moving faster.

Good thing that the laboratory was spacious, enough for him to kite around. The adrenaline in his system allowed Richard to maintain a distance, dodging and weaving around the various equipment and counters. The Boss, in his monstrous form, was having a harder time navigating the lab, often smashing into tables and machinery in his attempts to reach Richard.

Richard took advantage of the creature's lack of agility, using the lab's layout to his advantage. He ducked behind counters and took cover behind large machines, popping out to fire rounds and then quickly relocating to a new position.

The floor was littered with spent shell casings and broken equipment. A few times, Richard narrowly avoided the slashing blades of the Boss's mutated hands, each miss leaving deep gashes in the walls or cutting clean through machinery.

As the M4A1's magazine ran dry, Richard quickly summoned another, slapping it into place and continuing his barrage. He knew he needed to find a way to end this quickly. The longer the fight dragged on, the more opportunities the Boss had to land a lethal blow—.

The door opened, and ten heavily armed soldiers entered the laboratory. The doctors inside rushed up to them, seeking refuge. 

"Open fire!" Richard shouted, signaling the soldiers to join the fight.

Without hesitation, the soldiers took aim and fired at the Boss. The combined firepower of their weapons, along with Richard's relentless assault, created an overwhelming barrage. Bullets rained down on the Boss from all directions, tearing into his mutated flesh and causing him to roar in pain.

But even with the combined firepower, the Boss refused to go down easily. He retaliated by lunging at the closest soldiers, slashing and tearing with his bladed hands. Two soldiers were quickly taken down before the others could react, their bodies thrown aside like rag dolls.

Richard, seeing the immediate threat, shouted, "Focus fire on his legs! Bring him down!"

The soldiers adjusted their aim, targeting the Boss's legs. The continuous gunfire weakened the monstrous creature's stance, causing him to stumble. Taking this opportunity, Richard rushed forward, summoning a large combat knife. With a swift motion, he plunged it deep into the Boss's chest.

The Boss let out a final, agonizing roar before collapsing to the ground, motionless.

The room was once again silent, save for the heavy breathing of those who survived. Richard, covered in sweat and grime, looked around, assessing the damage and casualties.

"Is everyone okay?" he asked, holstering his weapons.

A few doctors and soldiers nodded, while others attended to the injured. 

Richard walked over to one of the doctors. "There we have our answer, an ordinary human eating the pill would cause a horrifying transformation." 

He pondered to himself. So eating the pill would definitely give a person supernatural strength and agility but they'll lose their mind. He wondered how it was affecting ordinary humans compared to Andrea. 

What he wanted to learn was if he could somehow safely turn one of his soldiers into a super soldier by using those pills, so that they can have a fighting chance against the likes of Andrea. But given the result that they'll be monsters that act on their own instincts without a clear mind, it seemed impossible.

As the adrenaline wore off, Richard realized what he had done just now. His fighting abilities have gotten better even if his skills are level two. Not only that, it seemed that he didn't act cowardly like how a normal person would react. It's the system again. 

"Sir—they are turning…"

One of the soldiers reported, snapping Richard's train of thought. He looked to where the soldier was pointing, and to his horror, the two soldiers who had been taken down by the Boss's bladed hands were beginning to convulse. Their skin started to discolor, and their muscles began to bulge in a manner eerily reminiscent of the Boss's transformation.

"No... not them too," Richard whispered in disbelief.

One of the doctors, pale-faced, stepped forward. "It seems the Boss's mutated form might have a contagious aspect to it.

Richard's heart sank. Two of his soldiers died. "Well, let's not wait for them to transform fully into a monster. End them immediately." 

"Yes sir," the soldiers fired a round on the heads of the convulsing soldiers, ensuring a swift end to their suffering. The loud gunshots echoed in the silent room.