Abyss Descension: I Perform Rituals to Evolve In The Apocalyps-Chapter 45: Psychological (2)

"It doesn't matter who you are. Man or woman, I won't hold back against you if you dare to open this door without my permission. If you don't want to get beaten you better obey." The middle aged man warned.

"Why are you doing this?" Lena asked fearfully.

"It's to protect us from certain death," the middle aged man replied.

"Don't kid with me," the beautiful woman spat out.

"I am not fucking around." The middle aged man raised his voice, "I am doing this for my sake as much as I am doing it for yours. This place is hell and there are literal monsters outside. Fighting them bare handed is not an option, they will rip us apart in no apart. But we have no weapons to contend against them either. I don't expect you to believe me but please just wait here patiently."

"Until when?" someone in the hall asked.

It was a brown-skinned man in a blue shirt and pants, wearing a red turban that covered his head.

Beside him stood his family. A teenage boy and a middle-aged woman.

They appeared to be of South Asian origin, most likely from India or Pakistan.

"I don't know, but it's our only option." The middle-aged man a answered.

Then the hall fell into silence.

The silence was broken a while later.

"When did you arrive here?" Lena asked the middle-man man.

The beautiful woman was interested in hearing his reply so she moved closer.

"A few days ago," the man replied.

"Have you seen the monsters for yourself?" Lena asked.

He nodded. "When i arrived here, i was clueless like a newborn child. I opened the door in my ignorance and saw things straight out of a nightmare shuffling in the darkness. I closed the door before they could notice me. That's why you still see my alive. I don't know what would have happened if they have noticed me but I am certain it wouldn't have been pretty."

Lena felt tensed ever since she arrived here, but after hearing his words, her tension only increased.

"What do you know about this place?" She asked.

"There's a strange red door at the end of the only path connected to this hall. I call it strange because it has no key, no handle, no lock and it floats a feet above the ground without any support. You can't open it. If you try to push it once nothing happens. But if you keep trying, you won't even see what hit you before you will find yourself swept off your feet."

At this point, pretty much everyone trapped in the hall was eavesdropping on their conversation.

They felt intrigued and went away to check it out. They believed that just because the middle aged man couldn't open the door, it didn't necessarily mean that they won't be able to do it too.

Soon, they returned in dissapointment and sat down in exhaustion. They have failed. The door was like an immovable object. It didn't budge even as they push with all their strength and burned themselves out.

"What did you find?" Lena hadn't accompanied them, so she asked curiously.

"I hate to admit it, but he is telling the truth," the gangster said. This time, he didn't dare to look at her disrespectfully. He didn't want to offend the middle aged man anymore than he already had. He was afraid of the things the crazy psycho would do if he crossed his bottom line.

"He might be right about everything." The beautiful woman sighed.

"Or he could just be a madman who is forcing his delusions on us," the gangster said, but his voice was no more than a whisper.

No one knew what to believe. There were no signs that suggested the middle-aged man was right, but there were also no signs that proved he was wrong. To begin with, their situation was extremely strange and undeniably bizarre. It had no precedent.

They all felt pressured.

The tension in the air was palpable as everyone weighed their options.

Obediently following the demands of the middle-aged man's felt like a less riskier option. They wouldn't need to confront him. But it won't be long before things take a turn for the worst. Their resources were limited. They could survive without proper hygiene for months but without food and water, they wouldn't last more than a week or two.

On the other hand, if they stepped outside and the middle-aged man's warnings turned out to be true, they would have to face monsters.

They were all bare handed and most of them had never learned to fight properly. How could they be expected to go against monsters that even the middle aged man, who had shown the skills of a trained fighter, was afraid to face?

Over the next few days, their resources dwindled rapidly.

"If it continues like this, we only have a few days left before we run out of water. Then won't we start dying of thirst one by one?" the gangster muttered under his breath, a trace of fear in his voice.

He didn't want to die.

He felt an intense urge to do something, but the middle-aged man was awake and sitting close to the door. With his strength it was impossible to overpower him and get out. The others didn't seem interested in resisting. They won't resort to desperate actions until there were no resources left to live off of.

The gangster stared at the middle aged man with a strange glint in his eyes and thought,

'Once he falls asleep... that's when I'll make my move and expose his bullshit. I'll prove there are no monsters out there.'

By this point, the gangster was convinced the middle-aged man was lying. After all, if monsters truly existed beyond the door, why hadn't they heard anything that proved they existed in the last three days? He was convinced it was all in his head!

Later that night, the middle-aged man dozed off.

Some time later, the gangster shot up to his feet and darted for the door.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" The middle-aged man jerked awake at the sound of footsteps. But as he has only woken up, his body was sluggish from sleep. He was too slow to react in time. "Don't do it!" He cried.

But the gangster mercilessly ignored his cry. His hands reached for the door and shoved it open.

Creak~

A long, drawn-out creak echoed in the air as the door opened.

Outside, only darkness greeted him. There were no monsters.

The gangster laughed. "There's nothing! No monsters! Hahaha! There are no monsters! It was all in your head, you crazy bastard! You really had us fooled all this time!" He turned to look at the middle aged man triumphantly.

"...Idiot," the middle-aged man muttered bitterly. "You've doomed us all."

"Oh, give it a rest already," the gangster scoffed. "Still going on with your nonsense? You have no shame."

"I knew you were stupid, but are you also blind, deaf, and numb to fear?" the middle aged man snapped. "Look around you."

The gangster paused. And then he heard it.

Footsteps.

There was also the sound of something being dragged across the ground.

These sounds were coming from beyond the door.

His heart skipped a beat. Slowly, he turned back to the open doorway, peering into the pitch-black void.

His legs trembled as countless glowing eyes stared back.

They weren't there before. They had appeared when he was not looking. They were everywhere. Eyes. Eyes that shimmered with hunger.

Guwahhh!

An ear-splitting chorus of howls filled the air as dozens of monstrous figures charged out of the darkness.

"What the... M-M-Monsters!" the gangster screamed was caught in his throat as one monster lunged at him, its jaws wide open.

A moment before it could bit half his head off, the middle-aged man grabbed him by the collar and yanked him back into the hall. Though he detested the gangster, the middle aged man was a genius doctor who had vowed to save life's when he was young and had saved many lives since then. His body moved by itself when he saw someone about to die in front of his eyes.

Then, he kicked the door shut just as the first creature crashed into it.

BANG!

The entire frame shook. Wood splintered. The door cracked from the force.

"Fuck... fuck... fuck!" the gangster stammered like a broken recorder, repeating the same word again and again.

"You've doomed us, you bastard!" the beautiful woman shouted in fury.

"I didn't know!" the gangster tried to defend himself.

"You didn't know?!" the middle-aged man bellowed. "I told you! I warned you! Many times. But you still did it! You've fucked us all!"

He let out a harsh, bitter laugh. "This door won't hold. Once it breaks, they'll come in and rip us to pieces. We're all going to die because you chose to not believe as if you had some personal vendetta to fulfill!"

Chaos spread inside the hall. Now that they have seen it for themselves, they knew they were done for.

Some screamed. Some wept. Others slumped to the ground, pale and trembling.

Only one person remained completely still.

The door shuddered again. Then again. As the monsters pounded on it. Hard.

Cracks continued to spread across it, and just when it seemed like it would break and the monsters would pour in to feast on their flesh.

The pounding stopped.

A heavy silence filled the air, broken only by faint footsteps of the monsters stepping away from the door.

They heard growls, and then gunfire.

Then... silence again.

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The silence was broken by a knock, followed by a voice that calmed them all.

Because it belonged to a human.

And for the first time since their nightmare began, they felt a spark of hope.