BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM



In the heart of the once-thriving city, now a desolate wasteland stood. The towering buildings that once touched the sky now stood as decaying husks, their windows shattered and their walls crumbling. Nature had reclaimed its territory as vines snaked their way up the crumbling facades, reclaiming the city street by street.

The echo of footsteps was the only sound that broke through the eerie silence. These, however, were not the sounds of human feet. No, these were the haunting footsteps of twisted and distorted humanoid monsters. Their eyes shone with an unnatural light, an evil hunger within them.

Once alive with life and vibrant energy, the streets were now used as hunting grounds for these abominations. Their elongated limbs and sharp claws revealed their true predatory nature as they moved with predatory grace. They sniffed the air for signs of life, their senses heightened by the relentless pursuit of prey.

Buildings that were once homes and businesses became safe havens for those unfortunate enough to be trapped within the city. Broken windows and boarded-up doors provided only a brief reprieve from the horrors patrolling the streets.

The once-thriving city was now in ruins, a testament to the destructive force that had once ravaged its proud inhabitants. The echoes of a lost civilization lingered, telling stories of a time when the city bustled with human activity and the streets were alive with life.

It was now a place of despair and terror. The monsters were free to roam; their hunger was insatiable, and their intentions were clear. The only instinct that drove those who remained, hiding in the shadows, hoping to escape this hellish nightmare, was survival.

Emily's senses were heightened as she walked through the city, attuned to the smallest of sounds amid the city's chaos.

<This is not New Alexandria,> she thought.

Judging by how old and destroyed everything was, this place had been destroyed a long time ago, and despite what was currently going on in New Alexandria, the situation was far from desperate.

She was still trying to understand where she was when a distant noise reached her ears, a faint echo in the desolate city among the clashing of metal and the roars of the creatures.

She instinctively turned her gaze toward the source of the strange sound. Her determination grew stronger with each step, bringing her closer to the noise. Emily moved with caution and curiosity, following her instincts through the rubble-strewn streets.

Her fear grew with each passing moment, fueled by apprehension. Emily couldn't shake the feeling that this noise had meaning, a hint of something bigger hidden among the ruins. Her heart rate increased as she got closer to the source, and her senses sharpened.

She eventually found the source of the noise. It was an old and ruined plaza. Emily went there with steadfast determination to see what was going on.

<What…?>

She discovered a group of fighters standing together, their collective form exuding strength. Three women and five men comprised the group, each with a distinct skill set and unwavering resolve. Their eyes burned with the fiery determination to protect one another and overcome the imminent threat that surrounded them, despite their worn, tattered clothing.

<Those are…!>

Then Emily noticed someone among the men, someone she didn't expect to see again, but there he was.

<IS HE ALIVE?!>

The air crackled with intense energy as the horde of humanoid monsters closed in, their grotesque forms lurching forward. The fighters formed a defensive line, their weapons gleaming in the rays of sunlight that pierced through the crumbling structures.

They charged forward, a whirlwind of blades and unyielding spirit, with a synchronized battle cry. Each fighter was fighting their own battle against the monsters; their movements were a blur of precision and agility. Swings of blades and thrusts of spears sliced through the air, leaving their imprints on the creatures' twisted bodies.

The monsters retaliated with frenzied ferocity, their claws slashing through the air, but the fighters moved as a unified unit. They used their combined strength and skill to avoid attacks, cover each other's blind spots, and launch devastating counterattacks.

As the group engaged in a fierce battle against the horde, metal colliding with flesh echoed through the desolate streets. Each clash demonstrated their combined prowess, with years of training and shared experiences shining through in their seamless coordination.

The group's resolve grew stronger with each defeated monster. They pushed forward; their movements were fluid and strategic, taking advantage of the surrounding ruins. They outmaneuvered the monsters with calculated precision, leaping from debris, scaling walls, and using crumbling structures as obstacles.

Sweat trickled down their brows, mixing with dirt and grime, but their resolve was unwavering. They fought not only for their survival but also for their comrades' safety and well-being.

However, as Emily started levitating and going up in the sky, she started to see the sheer scale of the monsters' numbers. The city was full of them, and they were all going to the fighters.

"AMBER! ERIK!" Emily yelled, but her voice couldn't reach her friends, no matter how loud she yelled. Then darkness engulfed her, and she regained consciousness after passing through a light tunnel.

Emily was startled awake, drenched in a cold sweat that clung to her skin. She sat up in bed, gasping for air, her chest heaving with the fear that lingered in her vision. Her heart beat quickly in her chest, echoing in her ears.

Emily's surroundings gradually came into focus as the remnants of her vision faded. She was back in her room, the familiar furniture and soft lighting starkly contrasting the haunting images that had just consumed her mind. The damp and tangled sheets clung to her, evidence of the intensity of her experience.

Her trembling hands reached up to wipe the sweat beads dripping down her brow. Despite the room's warmth, Emily shivered, her body still gripped by the fear that had enveloped her during the vision. Her dream images replayed in her mind, vivid and unsettling.

Even in the safety of her room, she felt vulnerable and exposed due to the lingering sense of danger. Emily wrapped her arms around herself, seeking comfort and reassurance in the familiar embrace. Her breathing gradually steadied, but her mind remained racing, trying to make sense of the cryptic messages that her visions conveyed.