Curse of the Transformation

The growl resonated through the tunnels, low and menacing, like a beast awakening from a long slumber. The flickering lantern cast erratic shadows on the damp walls, creating the illusion of movement in every corner. Jacob tightened his grip on the pipe, his knuckles whitening. 

"What was that?" Daniel whispered, his voice quivering. 

The leader glanced down the darkened tunnel, his expression grim. "Something that doesn't belong here—like us." 

The group moved cautiously, the leader guiding them deeper into the labyrinth of concrete and rusted steel. Every step was accompanied by the distant drip of water and the faint rustling of unseen creatures. 

"Stay close," the leader muttered. "And whatever you do, don't make noise." 

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The air grew colder as they descended, the oppressive atmosphere pressing down on them like a physical weight. Jacob's head throbbed, the ache spreading down his neck and into his chest. He clenched his teeth, willing himself to stay focused. 

"You okay?" Daniel asked, his voice low. 

"I'm fine," Jacob lied. 

Daniel didn't look convinced but said nothing. 

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After what felt like an eternity, they reached a large, open chamber. The walls were lined with old pipes, many of them leaking foul-smelling fluids. In the center of the room stood a massive steel door, its surface covered in strange symbols etched deep into the metal. 

"This is as far as we go," the leader said, his voice barely audible. 

"What's behind the door?" Jacob asked, eyeing the strange markings. 

The leader hesitated. "Something worse than the infected. The tunnels connect to places they shouldn't—places we were never meant to find. That door keeps it out… most of the time." 

Daniel took a step back, his face pale. "So why the hell are we here?" 

"Because it's the safest place we've got," the leader replied. "The infected won't come near this room. They know better." 

Jacob stepped closer to the door, his hand brushing the cold metal. The symbols seemed to pulse under his touch, sending a faint vibration through his fingertips. 

"What are these markings?" he asked. 

"Old warnings," the leader said. "From a time before the world went mad. People used to call it superstition. Now? It's the only thing keeping us alive." 

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The growl returned, louder this time, echoing from the tunnel behind them. The group spun around, weapons raised. 

"We need to move," the leader said, his voice tight. 

But before they could act, a figure emerged from the darkness. 

It was a woman, but unlike the infected they had seen before. Her movements were slow, deliberate, almost human. Her eyes glowed faintly, not with the violent hunger of the others but with a strange, calculating intelligence. 

"Stay back," Jacob warned, raising the pipe. 

The woman stopped, her head tilting as she studied them. Then she spoke, her voice a chilling mix of human and something far darker. 

"You don't belong here." 

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The group froze, the shock of hearing words from an infected momentarily paralyzing them. 

"What are you?" Jacob demanded, stepping forward. 

The woman smiled, revealing jagged teeth. "A messenger. The change is coming for all of you." 

Jacob felt the itch beneath his skin intensify, his vision blurring for a moment. He shook his head, trying to clear it. 

"What change?" he asked, his voice sharp. 

The woman's gaze locked onto him, her smile widening. "You already know. You feel it, don't you? The sickness inside you, the hunger growing stronger. You're one of us." 

Jacob's heart raced, his grip on the pipe faltering. "You're lying." 

"Am I?" she said, taking a step closer. 

The leader fired his shotgun, the blast echoing through the chamber. The woman staggered but didn't fall. Instead, she laughed—a sound that sent chills down their spines. 

"You can't stop it," she said. "Not him. Not me. Not yourself." 

Jacob lunged, swinging the pipe with all his strength. The blow connected with her skull, and she crumpled to the ground, her laughter fading into silence. 

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The group stood in stunned silence, the tension in the air almost suffocating. 

"What the hell was that?" Daniel whispered. 

"Something we shouldn't have seen," the leader said, his voice shaky. 

Jacob stared at the woman's lifeless body, his mind racing. Her words echoed in his head, feeding the growing fear he'd been trying to suppress. 

The change is coming for all of you. 

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As they retreated deeper into the tunnels, the group's unity began to fracture. Whispers of doubt and fear spread like wildfire, each man questioning whether they could trust the others—or themselves. 

And through it all, Jacob felt the darkness within him growing stronger. 

> **The infection is no longer just an external threat. As Jacob struggles with the truth, the line between ally and enemy begins to blur. How long can he resist before he succumbs to the change?**