The God of Jesters
Chapter 58 - 2.15.4 Rats.

Chapter 58: 2.15.4 Rats.

There were countless ghost stories famous among the soldiers about the Morgue. There were sometimes wraiths that roamed the hallways, the rotting corpse that lived in the vent and then one of the most common.

The cries of help from the dead.

Where the dead would back toward the walls of the capsule where their bodies were held in the Morgue.

"Shit..." The older paled when the banging from the lockers started to come.

Only from the capsules where the tag of occupied was written.

"Help... Somebody."

Calvin cried, meeting the flow of the dead behind him, he too banged on the gate, crying for a rescue. "This is all your fault... You disturbed the dead." Calvin cried and blamed the older guard, when his attempt at opening the gate didn’t work.

"Stop blaming me you little shit... If you were so scared, you should have said something."

"As for these guys..." Then the older soldier went and lifted his feet.

"What are you doing?" Calvin asked, but the older soldier just ignored him and slammed his feet on one of the banging lockers.

"Shut up... you guys are dead and you should go back to being dead."

"If you don’t... I have this gun with me ready. And it’s not for show."

On the side, seeing such a blatant disregard of the dead and even now, where the older soldier had started to taunt them. Clavin started to sweat.

Sweat that froze in a single second.

"Still now stopping?" Seeing that the banging sound was getting louder and louder than before, the older soldier started to shoot at the capsules in panic.

Causing smoke to fill the whole morgue while dampening the cries of "Stop" from Calvin, who was turning player by the second.

And after the older soldier had emptied his magazine into the capsules. There was a complete silence.

"Yeah... Now you bitches know your place." The older soldier said, while reloading his gun, finding the silence in the room almost heavenly.

While Calvin, whose hair had turned white out of fear, asked while shivering. "Is.. Is it over."

"Of course it is rookie... even the ghost and goblins fear the might of a gun." Said the older soldier proudly, while treating his weapon as his lover, with the way he touched it.

There were various tales of ghosts in the barracks and they were not completely rumors.

There is a reason why the majority of religions and sects in this world practiced cremation of the body.

Through cremation, the connection of a spirit to material plane is severed, which makes it easier for the underworld to claim it.

Because, if not claimed in time. The spirit might mutate into a wraith.

It was also for this reason, a priest usually visits the morgue every month, to calm down the spirits that might have remained close to their body after death.

Though, these things happen at the day and away from the eyes of most soldiers. Hence, making this small soul calming ritual, a secret to the majority of soldiers.

But it didn’t mean they were completely unaware of such things. "Now you bitches... open this door. And I might not bring in some priest to exor..."

The older soldier shut up, as the hatch of one of the capsules opened up causing the frosty white smoke to escape from its opened hatch, exposing frozen legs. While the temperature of the whole room entered under 0 degree celsius.

"Hah!... These bastards." Even though the older soldier showed a somewhat courageous contour not so long before.

He was as scared as Calvin, who had slowly backed off toward a wall, in fear of what’s to come.

’Hah, I shouldn’t have.’ It was also at this point, with the hatch opening, that the older soldier started to regret the things he did.

He never expected any repercussions over his actions. For the dead were called dead for a reason. If they were so easy to come back, why was there a need to grieve over their death?

Calvin, who was shivering so much that he couldn’t properly hold his weapon, suddenly pointed out. "Is.. isn’t that the same locker?"

It was at this point when the older soldier noticed that the capsule belonged to none other than the dead son of that marshall. The very capsules, whose lock he just opened not so long ago.

Causing his regret to deepen.

"You... you stay there and keep your aim straight, I... I will go and check it." With his gun aimed toward the legs of the dead which were the only thing visible from the capsule.

The older soldier approached Farhad’s locker and found that there was nothing actually special about this body.

As for dragging the conveyor out of the hatch, the soldier didn’t dare to do anything like it. He just looked at the frosty darkness that the body was covered inside the capsule and slowly attempted to close the hatch once again.

He was not sure what might happen or whether the dead would rise again.

Though the moment the hatch was going to lose, a small noise sounded from the body.

"Cheiw!" A small familiar sound, as the pants of the body started to move on its own, scaring the Soldier, who was going to shoot at the legs, before from the sleeve of the pants, a shivering rat crawled out.

"? huh?"

The shivering rat, finding the opening, jumped from the opened hatch and ran to the side of the wall, attempting to escape.

"Hah?"

"It was a fucking rat?"

Calvin, seeing the rat, asked in confusion. "Wh... What?"

"Hahaha! All of these banging sound... it was all these fucking rats." There was a sigh of relief, followed by a bright smile. "These little critters probably chiseled away at the other end, finding themselves in the cold storage..."

As if things started to make sense, the older soldier also started to laugh.

A laugh which soon turned into anger.

"These little shits gave me a heart attack." In anger, he shot at the shivering rat on the side, whose body exploded into blood and gore.

"Hey stop!.. Just rats?" Seeing the proof with his eyes, Calvin slowly slid down on the floor, as he realized that his body was not stable and his head felt light.

It would seem that in fear, Calvin forgot to breathe properly.

"Haha Rookie, you still have a long way to go."

"Chiew Chiew!!’

Two more sounds came from the capsule of Farhad, as two more rats ran out of it and rushed towards a corner, to find an exit.

"See, now all of those bastards will come here." The older soldier shot at the rats again in a frenzy. Burning a total of 10 bullets to kill them.

And followed by two, this time a total of seven rats crawled out of the capsule, that the soldier couldn’t kill properly as his second magazine also came to an end soon.

But he didn’t care.

He didn’t even ask for Calvin’s gun.

Taking out his baton, he started to smash the rats that were coming out of the capsule.

Though succeeding to kill only a few of them, the smile on the face of the older soldier turned demonic, the more he got covered in the blood and guts of the rats.

"Brother?"

Calvin cried, as some of the rats started to slowly crawl over his legs, which he shoved away while calling for the older soldier.

"SENIOR!!" He shouted again, but the older soldier was too far gone in his rat massacre, which there was no end to.

And before he knew it, the room started to fill to brim with rats, most living while some dead.,

Though, the older soldier noticed none of it in his frenzy, while the enclosed room and the unceasing amount of rats that were slowly filling it, caused fear to set in the heart of Calvin again.

He shouted for the older soldier to stop again and again, but he never dared to get close to him, in fear of being at the receiving end of that baton.

And while he was screaming for his senior to wake up, he felt a warm liquid flow through his leg, followed by pain.

"Ah..." He didn’ scream, not yet.

He slapped the rats away from his feet and got up from the group, while shooting and killing some rats that were moving towards him.

Though, he was not the only one being targeted by the rats.

Looking at his senior,he found that the flesh of his seniors legs were bitten off long ago. But his senior was not feeling or even listening to anything.

He was madly enjoying his little entertainment.

While the rats started to crawl all over the body of their senior one by one.

And before long, this senior of his fell down as his legs had been chewed off.

Giving the rats more chance to crawl over his body and bite on his flesh. The senior soldier felt nothing off.

No, he was too blinded by his little entertainment to see any of it.

"No... no stop!" Finding some courage, Calvin shot at the rats over his seniors body, accidently shooting the back of his senior.

But it did nothing.

His senior kept killing the rats that came out of the capsule, while the rats kept slowly eating away at his senior.

"Aaa!" Then he felt it, while his senior was completely covered with rats, and his hands had stopped moving.

The rats start to target Calvin.

Making him experience immense pain,without the luck of his senior who was too out of his mind to feel anything.

He struggled at first

Rolled around on the floor.

But he could do nothing against the flow of countless rats that came for his flesh.

One by one, slowly feasting on his flesh, suffocating his screams with their sounds of Cheiew!!’

And when Calvin felt there was not much of his flesh left.

He slowly opened his eyes, next to the same senior that died not so long ago.

Standing at the same spot he was meant to.

"??"