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Beck had people scour the area but came up empty-handed - no sign of Dylan and the others. It was at that moment someone dropped a crucial lead.

"Subject 8 is alive and after them. He's gone ballistic, taken out a bunch of folks." Beck had no clue what this “Subject 8” was, but judging by the palpable fear in the air, it spelled trouble. Grabbing his gun, he took off in the direction he was pointed to.

The forest here was dense, largely unaffected by the quake, but the helicopters above still struggled for a clear view. The sky was buzzing with helicopters while teams on the ground combed through the underbrush.

Meanwhile, Walter and Dylan were having a rough time. Subject 8 was relentless in his pursuit. And lan's whereabouts? They were as much in the dark as anyone.

Walter, supporting Dylan, pushed on. The girl who had come with Dylan was a mess, wounds all over, courtesy of Subject 8. Subject 8 was the alpha of the base, and even though the girl was a close second in rank, the gulf between them was vast.

Dylan was on the verge of passing out. They had all suffered concussions during the quake when they got tossed around like ragdolls in the base. And if it weren’t for the fact that Subject 8 was on a wild chase, they would’ve given anything to rest.

Back at the base, Dylan had been pumped full of drugs, plus the disaster; he was now running on empty. Walter wasn't faring much better, blood seeping from a gash in his abdomen.

"Damn! Is that thing even human? How does he not get tired?"

Ahundred meters back, Subject 8 was on all fours, barreling through the terrain like a primal beast.

His head got hurt and was bleeding, but nothing slowed him down. His eyes seemed to bleed red with a singular obsession: kill these people, and he could leave the base, see his family again.

Walter glanced at the equally dazed Sarah, "Doctor, didn't you cook up this nightmare? Can't you call it off?"

Sarah shook her head, her voice raspy, "He used to listen, but whatever he's inhaled has triggered his primal instincts, unleashed his deepest obsessions. Unless he passes out, that drive won't ease up."

Walter had witnessed enough of Subject 8's brutality to know the creature could tear a man's head clean off with bare hands.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

No choice but to keep running. They owed their lives to the young woman's resistance - if not for her, Subject 8 would have torn them to shreds already.

Another mile on, Subject 8's boot connected with the girl's stomach, sending her rolling into a jagged branch that pierced her shoulder.

She couldn't move, all her strength dissipating. She had been holding on by sheer willpower, driven only by the desire to protect her mate.

As she looked at Dylan, she saw him rushing over to lift her by the shoulders.

"Does it hurt?”

He seemed genuinely concerned, oblivious to Subject 9 closing in with a rock raised high. “Look out!" A gunshot rang out just as the warning was uttered.

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Nana, a professionally trained assassin, found herself strained against the young man's onslaught. And Beck? He slowly got to his feet, spitting out blood.

Damn it, what kind of monster was this?