The Agile Cursed stood rigid in the hallway, directly before his door. Through the narrow gap separating them, it fixed its gaze straight into Miles' eyes.

  Its body reeks of blood, thick and coppery, mixed with the sickly sweet stench of decay; Tattered clothes hang in shreds from its gaunt frame, stained dark with dried gore and mottled with patches of greenish-black rot.

  The skin clings loosely to exposed bones, peeling away at the joints where its thick limbs bend at unnatural angles, it was too fast, too fluid for anything human.

  Sunken, milky eyes never leave Miles' face, clouded over but somehow sharp with hunger. Its jaw hangs slack, revealing broken teeth caked with grime and flecks of what might have been flesh.

  The dark rivulets of congealed blood trail from its nostrils and the corners of its mouth, pooling in sticky black puddles on the floorboards behind it.

  Without a sound, it lurches forward a step with its shoulders hunching, arms outstretched and trembling, fingers curled into gnarled claws that scrape against the door frame with a harsh, splintering scrape.

  A low, guttural groan rumbles up from its chest, bubbling wetly in its throat as it presses closer to the gap.

  Miles held his breath, his fingers clenched around the M17 like a lifeline. As his dark eyes met the Agile Cursed's, its bloodthirsty gaze fixed on him with hunger he could feel in his bones.

  Then, it lunged. The heavy desk barely slowed it-wood splintered and groaned as the creature smashed through the barricade in a single, brutal motion, sending fragments flying across the room.

  Miles didn't hesitate. He squeezed the trigger as the Cursed barreled toward him, the shot echoing sharp and loud.

  The bullet struck its chest, but it kept coming, claws outstretched to rake across his face. He dove aside, rolling over the edge of his bed as the creature's nails shredded the mattress where he'd been a moment before.

  It wheeled around, moving faster than ever- its massive limbs coiling and springing with terrifying precision. Miles scrambled to his feet, tracking it with his sights as it zigzagged across the room.

  Another shot rang out, hitting its shoulder and making it snarl, but still it advanced, closing the gap between them with every heartbeat.

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  'Is there a way, I could distract it?'

  Miles' eyes darted across the room, zeroing in on a thick wool blanket draped over his roommate's bed. The Agile Cursed was closing in fast, its claws already reaching for him, he didn't hesitate.

  Even as the creature lunged, Miles shot his hands out, snatching the thick wool blanket from his roommate's mattress in one fluid motion.

  He hurled it forward with all his strength, then dove sideways onto the bed, rolling across the sheets to avoid the Cursed's outstretched claws.

  The blanket wrapped tight around the creature's head and shoulders, muffling its snarls and sending it stumbling into the wall.

  Before it could tear free, Miles had already find his aim as his finger squeezed the trigger again and again; A dozen shots cracked through the room-some striking the creature's skull and torso with sickening thuds, others whizzing past to leave dark gouges in the wall behind it.

  The Agile Cursed convulsed wildly under the barrage, then crumpled to the floor with a heavy, final thud.

  "Haah.. that's a close one... It was dmn fast. Hah ahha.. But.. what was this feeling..."

  Miles stood frozen in place, his finger still resting lightly on the trigger. The earlier tension is gone with 4 fallen cursed in his bedroom, but he had a feeling.

  "I have to immediately, escape here."

  No.. he was certain more is coming...

  'Could noise attracts the Cursed?'

  His thought is not an emptied guess, which was proven immediately as his phone buzz once again.

  [Warning - 6x Cursed approaching your room. 23 meters away.]

  Miles' scalp went numb the moment his phone screen blazed to life, the sudden light cutting through the fading dusk of his room.

  "Fck, I have to get out of here now..!"

  Miles' hand closed tight around the tactical knife clipped to his belt, his fingers wrapping just as firmly around the M17's grip as he pushed himself off the bed in one sharp movement.

  He didn't spare a second glance at the Fallen Curseds as he bolted into the doorway and leaping out of the damaged desk and broken door.

  Miles immediately smell the reeked of decay and blood, but he didn't slow, his feet slamming against the floorboards as he raced toward the stairs.

  Thump-thump-thump.

  His heart hammered in his chest, matching the rhythm of his steps as he kept running toward the staircase

  Halfway in his run, a Level 1 Cursed rounded the corner of the staircase, its hollow eyes locking onto him the moment he appeared It let out a guttural shriek and lunged.

  Miles didn't break stride. He raised the M17 with practiced ease and fired once, the bullet tore through the Cursed's shoulder, sending it staggering sideways with a guttural snarl.

  Without slowing, he adjusted his aim in the same motion and squeezed the trigger again, this time striking clean through its head

  The creature crumpled down the stair in a heap, dark blood spreading across the worn carpet on the floorboard as he past it over and vaulted toward the staircase.

  His breath came in controlled bursts, his adrenaline helps him to calm down as he trying to process everything in his surrounding and what to do next.

  Once he reached the staircase, another shadow lunged from the landing above, claws outstretched to swipe at his back.

  Miles spun, bringing the tactical knife up in a defensive arc that sliced across the creature's wrist.

  It howled and recoiled, dark blood spurting from the deep gash as it stumbled backward against the banister.

  The wood cracked under its weight, and it teetered for a heartbeat before tumbling down the remaining stairs to crash against the lobby floor below.

  Miles didn't take a look as he immediately rushed for the top floor, his feet slamming against the stairs as he pushed higher, ignoring the snarls and scraping claws that echoed behind him.

  The lower levels were swarming now, and if noise drew the Cursed, the roof might be his only refuge or his last stand.

  [Author's Note: I found a lot of error during the early chapter, but I didn't fix. It was hard to fix it with a lot of chapter ahead already, I might force to change some in future chapter if I ever interfere and fixed it.]