Chapter 1216: Story 1216: Slaughterhouse Shivers
EXT. SLUM FRINGE – EARLY MORNING
The sun hung low behind a smoky veil. Lena, Briggs, the Girl, and Ward followed an overgrown service path into a part of town no map covered—Old District 5, ho to the decommissioned atpacking plant known only in whispers as “Slaughterhouse Red.”
BRIGGS (grumbling):
“Slls like sothing’s still dying.”
WARD:
“Place was shut down long before the infection. Locals claid it was haunted. I saw what really happened—no ghosts. Just the first experints.”
INT. SLAUGHTERHOUSE RED – MAIN FLOOR – MONTS LATER
The door creaked open. Inside: rusted hooks, conveyor belts, dried blood like black stains on concrete. A low chanical hum echoed through the empty halls.
THE GIRL (whispering):
“They fed the pigs… people.”
Lena flicked her flashlight toward a corner—movent. A shadow darted behind a row of hanging carcasses.
WARD (raising rifle):
“They’re here.”
Suddenly, a tallic shriek as a security gate dropped behind them. They were locked in.
INT. SLAUGHTERHOUSE – PROCESSING BAY – CONTINUOUS
Red ergency lights flickered. Machines long thought broken clunked to life. The slicing arm—a robotic limb with dull but deadly blades—whirred and swung.
BRIGGS:
“We need out—now!”
The group ducked and weaved through the narrow maze of at hooks and conveyor belts. But they weren’t alone.
Figures erged from the shadows—humanoids in blood-stained aprons, faces hidden by tallic slaughter masks. Their movents jerky, unnatural. Not fully undead… but not alive either.
WARD (grim):
“Slabn. Failed regeneration test subjects. Nerve endings still work. Pain keeps them angry.”
One Slabman lunged at Lena—she slamd it into a at hook. Another caught Briggs, clawing into his arm before the Girl stabbed it in the throat with surgical precision.
INT. SLAUGHTERHOUSE – SECURITY ROOM – MINUTES LATER
Ward found an old terminal. Static crackled on the screen before flickering to a video log.
RESEARCHER (on screen, panicked):
“They promised revival. But the serum twisted them—mindless but still rembering pain. They don’t die. They rember dying.”
Briggs winced, clutching his bleeding arm.
BRIGGS:
“If I turn, you end it fast.”
Lena shook her head.
LENA:
“No one’s dying today.”
Ward downloaded coordinates onto a data drive.
WARD:
“Alpha Vault had sister sites. One’s close—beneath the morial Hospital.”
Suddenly, alarms blared again. The conveyor belts reversed direction—toward them.
THE GIRL:
“They’re feeding the living now.”
INT. SLAUGHTERHOUSE – EXIT CHUTE – FINAL MONTS
The team sprinted toward a chute that once dropped at to delivery trucks. Slabn closed in from all sides.
Briggs tossed a fire extinguisher into a control panel—it exploded, triggering a partial collapse.
They slid down the chute just as flas lit up the plant behind them. Screams of the half-dead echoed into the dawn.
EXT. RIVERSIDE CANAL – SAFE FOR NOW
They landed in sludge and silence. Alive, for now.
LENA (breathing hard):
“Next ti soone says ‘shortcut,’ I shoot them.”
Ward handed her the drive.
WARD:
“Let’s hope morial’s less dramatic.”
The Girl stared back at the burning slaughterhouse, eyes glassy.
THE GIRL:
“They felt everything. Even at the end.”
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