Giant of Light: I am the Old Ones

Chapter 10
"He's from the factory, and his work clothes are there!"

Pearson's sharp eyes saw the blue work clothes thrown into the grass not far away.

The white AW mark on the right chest is somewhat conspicuous.

The Edward Watts factory specializes in processing small work pliers and other miscellaneous small tools that are indispensable but not commonly used.

The pliers are specially designed to handle gasoline engines from large shipping ships to riverside boats, and they are selling like hotcakes.

The Edwards Factory was built on the edge of the small town of Louisiana, close to the only road to nearby large cities, with convenient transportation.

In the past ten years, it has become almost the industrial backbone of the entire town.

But how could the workers on the other side of the town appear in the mountains on the other side before getting off work?

Didn't Black say that there were no accident reports from the factory?

Sergeant Black slowly approached the corpse, and after kicking the fixed body down, he began to carefully examine the place where the spear pierced into the tree, marking the mark.

No written records have been found, just simple signs of the evil god's followers.

"Zussman, it's time to work."

Blake yelled back, and Zussman came running excitedly.He also moonlighted as a medical examiner, or rather, simply doing autopsies.

He and Daniels used to be soldiers, retired to do patrols, and learned some knowledge on the battlefield.

"Well, the body temperature is still there, and the muscles haven't relaxed yet. The pupils have a super-reactive reaction (a creature still retains physiological nerve responses after a period of death), and the jaw muscles, huh? It's a little strange."

Zussman put on gloves and began to examine the body from the head. Not long after he started, he froze on the spot.

"Zusman?"

Daniels asked from behind, while Blake stared at the body.

Zussman took a deep breath and his tone became extremely calm, which was completely different from his previous reaction:
"Judging from the arterial reaction, he is still alive, but there is no heartbeat. The mandibular muscles are opening and closing involuntarily. I have to determine whether his respiratory system is functioning properly."

Zussman didn't say any more, and gently opened the body's chin, observing whether there was any tremor in the inner throat.

Amanda watched Zussman getting closer and closer, and began to panic, like an instinctive reaction to danger.

He had never felt this way before. It seemed to be a reaction that Omega only had after gaining his memory.

"Zusman, maybe we can"

Amanda tried to dissuade Zussman from continuing the examination, but before she could finish her words, she watched as Blake, who was next to Zussman, stepped hard into the open mouth of the body, with the thick bottom of his leather boots pressing against it. He lifted his chin and pressed the body firmly to the ground.

Zussman rolled away neatly to the side and landed safely. His cold face began to relax and he was breathing heavily. It was obvious that he was almost kicked by Blake just now.

"This thing's still alive, damn it, almost got its nose bitten off. Sergeant, if you kick it any more, I'll be disfigured."

Amanda looked confused, not knowing what the two of them had done.

But then everyone saw that the body that should have been penetrated and bled to death, like a machine whose gears were activated, erupted with a movement larger than that of a living person, and stretched out its arms to try to break away from Blake's suppression.

The head of the body was pressed to the ground, and the whole waist was arched upwards, stretched into an arch shape, twisting around, trying to get free.

Although his mouth was blocked by the shoes, the terrible breath emanating from his nostrils made Blake unable to hold back.

"Quiet me! If you resist again, I will shoot!"

Blake tried to warn the resurrected attacker, but the latter showed no sign of hearing or reacting to the sounds of his kind.

If the leather boots weren't thick enough, Blake would have thought that this guy was just trying to bite his body, and all the strength in his body was concentrated on his mouth.

The warning was ineffective, and the latter's arms struggled to cling to Blake's legs and began to scratch subconsciously.

The three Davises hid nervously behind Daniels, looking at Soderling who looked calm from time to time, obviously thinking of something.

Amanda felt something was wrong. He watched helplessly as the corpse's eyes changed from clear just after death to white and turbid, and showed great aggression.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like one of the most classic horror images in cultural works that you have ever seen in your native world. Where are the zombies?

Sergeant Black didn't have such a good temper, so he raised his shotgun and shot the latter's torso.

The huge bullet caliber of the shotgun directly flattened the latter's arched waist to the ground.

Sheriff Black shook off the disgusting body bite and stepped back.

As people watched nervously, the human body that had only been calm for a few seconds after being hit by the bullet actually showed signs of activity again. The loose lower jaw was swinging, and the foul-smelling blood dripped down the immobile tongue, staining the dirty face, but Never get wiped again.

As the timid Davis shouted in terror, the body climbed up and stared closely at the vigilant living people standing in front of it.

"Roar--"

It staggered, as if it could use all its strength to rush towards the nearest Black at any time.

"Go away!"

Soderin roared angrily, grabbed the monster's head and lifted it up.

Just like lifting a small puppet, the controller can easily determine the shape of the puppet in his hand.

Only then did Amanda realize why Davis and the others were so afraid of Soderling. This giant-like creature was a natural tyrant in front of other humans, a threat from the life level.

Amanda believed that if Soderling wanted to, he might be able to crush a human head in his hands with his bare hands.

Soderling's arm trembled slightly, and blood began to flow out.

The monster bit Soderin's palm, and after licking the blood, he was like a thirsty traveler in the desert finally tasting water.

The monster raised its arm, hugged Soderlin's arm tightly, and actually started to eat it.

"It's a corpse! Those legendary voodoo tribes in the south resurrect the dead and use them as monsters to control!"

Davis shouted hurriedly, seeming to be impatient. Soderling roared angrily, and began to use force with his palm, directly tearing off the monster's head.

Then he furiously punched the head that was thrown to the ground one after another until the head lost all physiological responses.

Pearson approached Amanda cautiously and whispered:

"You see, if that guy wants to kill someone, it will be easy. You have to be careful, we have seen him get sick, and you don't want to worry about yourself, well, forget it, just be careful."

Amanda took a deep breath and tried to calm down.

Sheriff Black walked to Soderling to comfort him, and said calmly:

"The cultist didn't go far. He was here and left us a small gift. Sure enough, that guy came for revenge. How could he escape without killing all the targets."

Amanda looked around, but the awareness of danger in her heart became increasingly dull.

He paid a little attention to Soderling's bitten skin, but the big guy didn't seem to care.

I hope this zombie-like thing is not contagious.If Soderin turned into a wight, they were really not sure they would survive.

(End of this chapter)