SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 648 - 648 482 We Are the Last Humans_1

Chapter 648: Chapter 482: We Are the Last Humans!_1 Chapter 648: Chapter 482: We Are the Last Humans!_1 The train was now slowly coming to a stop, and unlike before, this time when it stopped, the train’s own power was also rapidly fading away.

This was something Colin and the others had never experienced before.

However, more shocking than this, they all turned their gazes towards the outside.

In the red-tinted world outside the window, the sky was continually showered with blood-colored “rainwater”.

Colin’s gaze tightened as he saw that this “rainwater” was actually bits of unidentifiable flesh, similar in size to grains of rice or snowflakes…

These bits of flesh themselves seemed to carry a potent vitality.

After falling, they would congregate and merge with all things, causing unknown mutations.

At this moment, the location the train was about to dock at seemed to be a desolate forest, only there was not a hint of green, not even a single withered leaf or weed; instead, there were chunks of fragmented flesh of various sizes.

Some hung from the treetops like plentiful fruits, others lay on the ground wriggling and growing like mushrooms…

Even though the train had not yet stopped and the doors had not opened, the passengers could faintly smell a hint of the indescribable scent of rotting meat.

“Gurgle…”

The sound of swallowing came from within the train carriage, as everyone felt an inexplicable appetite arising in their stomachs.

This utterly nauseating putrid meat smell, however, stimulated their hunger.

“Whirr.”

Colin gestured with his hand and the bonfire rolled, thoroughly burning all the foreign odors clean.

But…

The “smell” was still there!

The stench of decay, though unspeakable, still irresistibly made one want to eat that meat.

An inspiration surfaced, making Colin aware of the reason.

‘What the hell, do these things’ ‘smells’ not only spread through ‘smell,’ but also through ‘sight’? Seeing these things means ‘inhaling’ the scent?’

Colin hissed a breath, having never seen such a strange scene before.

When he shifted his gaze, the odor weakened, until he completely tried closing his eyes, and then the smell vanished altogether.

‘This place is not simple at all…’

Although his eyes were closed, he could still see things rather clearly, so the impact was almost nil.

Thinking it over, he supposed that if nothing unexpected happened, the mission would likely require him to keep his eyes closed throughout.

“Brother Shunzi, what are you doing…” Orange Cat noticed his actions and was a bit puzzled.

Right away, he and the Master of the Fish Pond, who also watched, immediately closed their eyes.

They didn’t know what the big shot was up to, but in such times, the best thing to do was to follow along.

Just by closing their eyes, they discovered the reason.

At that moment, Akasha seemed to sense something, opened her eyes, and looking at the familiar environment outside, explained ahead of Colin: “The scent can spread through sight. If you close your eyes, you can shut out the smell…

“However, it is essentially a stimulus for ‘Hunger’, under normal circumstances, you would adapt and it shouldn’t be too big of a problem.”

“Of course, when you look at it, it’s best to stop inhaling the corresponding scent, otherwise with the dual stimuli, you might lose your mind.” The faithful of Eternal Night were accustomed to this sensation, hence they had a wealth of experience in dealing with it.

As Akasha spoke, she glanced at Colin with some surprise, not expecting this newcomer to catch on to the pattern so quickly.

‘It might not be a big deal for others, but for me, it definitely is, it’s practically a targeted attack.’ Colin muttered to himself, fearing the feeling of his eating desire constantly being evoked more than others did.

A momentary stimulus was manageable, but if it persisted for a long time like this, he didn’t want to imagine what might happen.

However, after thinking it over, Colin, while keeping his eyes closed, said to the two other employees:

“If you have methods to clearly sense your surroundings without sight, don’t imitate me. Act like Akasha, control and pay attention to your emotional changes, that’s all.”

“Okay,” both of them sighed with relief upon hearing this.

Although they also had a certain ability to sense their surroundings with their eyes closed, this ability was not sufficient to replace vision like Colin’s was.

And it was at this moment…

The train slowly came to a stop.

With a “click”, the door slowly opened.

It was at the moment the door opened that this section of the train, as if losing its power, fell utterly silent.

Outside the door, the dense scent almost forming a thick fog drifted into the carriage, but upon entry, it was immediately burned clean by the flame, and aside from the smell, the variably distorted blood and flesh from outside seemed to have no intention of entering the vehicle.

“This ‘meat rain’ is a special weather phenomenon that occurs occasionally, typically lasting a few days. Currently, it doesn’t look like it will stop anytime soon. Later on, try not to touch it as much as possible during our movement; otherwise, the meat will combine and parasite any part of the body it touches, causing mutations,” Akasha explained to everyone as she looked outside through the doorway.

After a pause, she added: “Furthermore, as long as we don’t go outside, we won’t be attacked. Only if we go out will those things move.”

“So, this is like a safe house?” Orange Cat asked curiously.

“Safe house?” Akasha tilted her head in thought for a moment and then nodded, “Basically, unless someone deliberately lures over a giant mutant creature and causes accidental harm, it’s like that. Hiding in the car may not be noticed, but we can still possibly be indirectly harmed.”

At this time, Colin spoke up, asking: “So, what is our next move?”

“Let me see…”

Akasha sat down on a chair, her body’s basic functions by now had mostly recovered under the care of “Fire Tree”, except for a surgical root still tied around her neck.