Chapter 164: From the Others Side of the World

The year was 2026, the month was May, and the date was the 15th.

Deep within the Cheyenne Mountain Complex, officials of the United States of America ran amok as the gates were breached by the Hunters.

Secret Service agents tried their best to defend the underground complex.

But the situation had already collapsed beyond recovery.

Gunfire echoed violently across the reinforced corridors as emergency red lights flashed nonstop through the underground facility. The once secure military bunker had transformed into chaos in less than thirty minutes.

"CONTACT FRONT!"

M4 carbines cracked repeatedly down one of the main corridors leading toward the inner security sectors. Secret Service agents and military police fired desperately toward advancing infected sprinting through smoke-filled hallways.

They moved aggressively and fast.

Some slammed directly against ballistic shields while others crawled unnaturally across walls and ceilings despite repeated gunfire tearing through their bodies.

"Keep firing!"

A Secret Service agent emptied his rifle toward a charging infected only for another to immediately replace it.

Then the Hunters appeared.

Everything collapsed after that.

One Hunter burst through a reinforced blast door already weakened from earlier impacts, tearing the thick steel apart with horrifying force. The massive creature slammed directly into the defensive line before the soldiers could fully react.

The impact alone shattered the formation.

Bodies flew backward across the corridor.

One military policeman smashed against the concrete wall hard enough to crack his neck instantly.

"Jesus Christ!"

The Hunter moved again immediately.

Fast enough that several agents barely tracked it.

Its elongated limb speared through a soldier’s chest before violently ripping sideways, spraying blood across the narrow corridor walls. Another Secret Service agent tried firing point blank into the creature’s torso, but the Hunter simply slammed him into the ceiling hard enough to cave part of his skull inward.

The defensive line broke.

Panic spread through the underground sector instantly.

"Fall back! FALL BACK!"

The surviving personnel retreated deeper into the facility while infected flooded through the breached corridors behind them.

Inside Cheyenne Mountain, alarms screamed endlessly now.

Containment failure.

Security breach.

Biological contamination.

None of it mattered anymore.

The infected were already inside.

Deep inside.

Further down another corridor, members of the United States military established a secondary defensive line using overturned tables, equipment cases, and portable ballistic barriers.

Several United States Air Force personnel alongside security forces fired nonstop toward approaching infected swarming through the smoke.

Spent casings covered the floor.

Blood mixed with oil and shattered glass beneath combat boots.

"How the heck did they find this location?"

"We don’t know Mr. President but there’s someone else entering. They are not zombies sir."

"What are you talking about?"

"If you would loo—"

The words were cut off when the head of the President’s Chief of Staff slid to the side as it was cut cleanly.

For half a second, nobody inside the command corridor moved.

The body remained standing.

Then blood exploded across the wall behind him as the corpse collapsed onto the floor.

Screams erupted instantly.

"What the hell was that?!"

Secret Service agents immediately raised their rifles toward the smoke-filled hallway ahead.

And then they saw her.

A woman slowly stepped out from the flashing red emergency lights deep inside the corridor.

Beautiful.

Young.

Japanese.

She looked to be somewhere in her early twenties, with pale skin untouched by the blood surrounding her. Long black hair flowed behind her shoulders while strands partially covered one side of her calm face.

But what froze everyone was her eyes. It was cold and emotionless.

And in her hand, a katana.

Fresh blood slowly dripped from the blade onto the floor beneath her feet.

"What the fuck..." one agent whispered.

The woman tilted her head slightly while observing the corridor filled with American officials and armed personnel.

Then she smiled faintly.

Not warmly.

Not kindly.

The smile of someone completely comfortable standing inside a massacre.

"Protect the President!" one Secret Service agent shouted immediately.

Gunfire erupted instantly.

M4 carbines roared through the hallway as multiple agents opened fire toward her position.

But the woman moved.

Fast.

Far too fast.

She vanished from where she stood a split second before the bullets reached her.

The agents barely tracked the movement.

A blur crossed the corridor.

Then blood sprayed.

One Secret Service agent suddenly stopped firing as his rifle split apart in his hands.

A second later, his chest opened diagonally from shoulder to waist before he collapsed into pieces onto the floor.

The woman appeared behind him.

Completely untouched.

"What is she?!" another official screamed.

The katana flashed again.

Another agent lost both arms before he even realized he had been struck. He stared at the blood erupting from his shoulders for one horrified second before collapsing backward screaming.

The corridor dissolved into panic.

"She’s inside the line!"

Several agents rushed forward trying to protect the President while others fired nonstop down the hallway.

The muzzle flashes illuminated the woman repeatedly between movements.

Every time they saw her clearly, someone died.

A slash across the neck.

A body split open.

An arm severed cleanly.

The katana carved through combat armor and bone like paper.

One military officer tried drawing his pistol only for his entire hand to fall off before he could aim properly.

The Japanese woman stepped over the body calmly while blood splattered across her black clothing.

Still smiling faintly.

Still expressionless.

"Impossible..." one Secret Service sniper muttered.

Then he fired.

CRACK.

The round should have hit her directly in the head.

Instead, the woman moved sideways with terrifying speed.

The bullet missed by centimeters.

Before the sniper could react further, she disappeared again.

The next thing he saw was her face directly in front of him.

His eyes widened.

The katana moved once.

His body collapsed in two separate halves across the floor, and then proceeded to eliminate the rest of the President’s staffers and security detail.

"Good work, Kaguya," said the man in Japanese as he ambled on the hallway, the zombies were rushing towards the hall when suddenly they stopped when the man flicked his finger.

They just obeyed like they were a dog.

"Mr. President," he said in English. "It’s nice to meet you."