Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Bobby knocked on the door.

no respond.

He knocked again, this time harder, and then came dragging footsteps from inside the door. The door opened a crack, and an elderly woman in her sixties revealed half of her face, her eyes cloudy and her gaze vacant.

“From the water management department.” Bobby held up the forged work ID. “We received a report that there was a problem with the water pipes on this floor, so we’re here to check it out.”

The old woman stared at the work ID for a few seconds, then slowly opened the door.

The room was dark, the curtains were drawn, and the only light coming from the television screen.

The television was playing a shopping program at a low volume. The furniture was old but clean, and there was a faint, sweet smell in the air, just like the smell of the Leviathan samples in the laboratory.

“Where’s the kitchen?” Bobby asked.

The old woman pointed to the left.

Bobby went into the kitchen, which was small, with unwashed dishes piled in the sink and the faucet dripping. He crouched down, opened the cabinet door under the sink, and checked the water pipes.

The water pipe surface looked normal, but there were tiny, pale yellow crystals at the joints. So I took out a small bottle, dipped a cotton swab in the crystals, put it in the bottle, and sealed it.

Then he stood up and went to the living room.

The old woman was still standing at the door, motionless, her eyes fixed on the television, but her pupils were unfocused.

“Mrs. Jason,” Bobby said, softening his voice, “are you feeling unwell right now? Like suddenly feeling dizzy or experiencing blurred vision?”

The old woman slowly turned her head to look at him, and after a few seconds she slowly and stiffly said, "No, I'm fine."

But Bobby noticed that there was a subtle delay in her lip movements and voice when she spoke, as if the dubbing didn't match the lip movements.

"Do you live alone?" he continued, while discreetly reaching into his tool bag and grasping the spray can.

“Yes, alone,” the old woman said. “My son is in another city.”

Has he come back to see you recently?

"No."

The conversation flowed smoothly, but too smoothly. Each question was answered after a two-second pause, without any thought or emotional fluctuation, like reciting lines.

Bobby slowly backed away to the center of the living room, looked around, and saw a medicine bottle on the coffee table. He picked it up and looked at it. The label read 'New Era Biotechnology Nutritional Supplement', and the instructions were: once a day, with a meal.

There was also half a bottle of pale yellow capsules in the bottle.

“What is this?” Bobby asked.

"It was prescribed by the doctor," the old woman said. "It's good for the heart."

Bobby unscrewed the cap, poured out a capsule, popped it, and a pale yellow powder with a pungent odor flowed out.

Leviathan extract.

He looked up at the old woman.

The old woman looked at him, her face still blank, but a pale yellow halo was slowly emerging from the depths of her eyes.

“Mrs. Jensen,” Bobby said, pulling his hand from his toolbox to hold the spray can, “what’s your son’s name?”

The old woman opened her mouth, but this time no sound came out.

Her chin was trembling, as if her muscles were resisting something, her eyes were flashing yellow and normal colors alternately, and a painful expression appeared on her face.

“Joe…Joey…” she finally said, her voice hoarse, “His name is…Joey…”

Then she suddenly clutched her head, knelt down, and her body began to convulse violently.

"Get out..." she forced out through gritted teeth, "Quickly... get out... it's... watching me..."

Bobby immediately raised the spray can, but didn't spray. The old woman was clearly still resisting control; Leviathan's parasitism wasn't complete yet.

He stepped forward to help her up, but the moment his hand touched her shoulder, the old woman suddenly looked up.

The eyes turned completely yellow.

Its mouth opened to an impossible angle for a human, and a gurgling sound came from deep in its throat. Pale yellow mucus overflowed from the corners of its mouth, dripping onto the ground and corroding small pits.

He then lunged at Bobby with surprising speed, unlike an old man.

"Sigh!" Bobby sighed, dodging to the side, aiming the spray can at her face, and pulled the trigger. *Zzzzz!*

A mist of borax soapy water was sprayed onto my face.

The old woman let out inhuman screams, covered her face with her hands, rolled on the ground, white smoke rose from her face, and her skin blistered and ulcerated as if corroded by strong acid, but something deeper inside her skin was twisting wildly, trying to break free.

Bobby drew his machete; he knew what to do.

The next step is to decapitate and completely separate them.

But he stopped halfway through raising the knife.

The elderly woman in her sixties, who was rolling on the ground, had been struggling to resist being controlled just minutes before, but now she was calling out her son's name.

The blade trembled.

Bobby sighed inwardly, "As people get older, their hearts soften."

In that instant of hesitation, the old woman suddenly stopped struggling. She lowered her hands, revealing the corrosive wounds on her face. Her yellow eyes stared at Bobby, and a twisted smile spread across her face.

“Weakness.” Her voice turned into a strange sound mixed with the noise of water, “the weakness of humanity…”

She got up again in a strange posture, her movements no longer stiff but fluid, like some kind of arthropod.

"You will become... excellent nourishment."

She lunged at him, and this time Bobby didn't hesitate.

The light of the knife flashed.

The head rolled to the ground, and the headless torso lunged forward a few steps before crashing into the wall and sliding down.

There was no blood at the severed neck, only a pale yellow mucus oozing out. The mucus seemed to be alive, trying to reconnect the head, but the corrosive effect of the borax continued to hiss.

The old woman's head rolled half a circle on the ground, face up.

The yellow tint in his eyes quickly faded, returning to its normal cloudy state. Before the last glimmer of light disappeared, his lips moved, silently uttering two words:

"Thank you."

Then it stopped moving completely.

Bobby stood there, panting, his hand holding the knife trembling.

He glanced at the clock on the wall: 4:20 p.m.

There were still three hours and forty minutes until 8 p.m., and this was just the beginning.

He took out his communicator and switched to an encrypted channel.

“Dean, Sam,” he said in a hoarse voice, “infection confirmed, repeat, infection confirmed. The Leviathan clone has entered the residential area. I suggest changing the plan: don’t wait until 8 p.m., do it now.”

Dean's voice came through the communicator, and there was the sound of wind in the background, so he must be driving.
"Roger that, we're on our way to Sulford Hospital. Bobby, what about you—!"

“I can handle it,” Bobby interrupted him. “I’ll take my men and clear this building, then move on to the next location. Be careful, the hospital might be a hideout.”

"Understood, keep in touch."

Channel closed.

Bobby bent down, picked up the medicine bottle, put it in the evidence bag, and then went to the kitchen, turned on the tap, and filled a glass with water.

The water looked clear, but when he took a test strip from his kit and dipped it into the water, the strip turned pale yellow after a few seconds.

The water supply for the entire building is contaminated.

Bobby put away the test strips, slung his tool bag over his shoulder, and walked out of room 305.

The hallway was quiet, but behind the other doors... something was listening.

He gripped the machete tightly and headed towards the next house.

During the subsequent cleaning process, when Bobby woke up, the first thing he felt was a dull pain deep in his skull, like someone was tapping his temples with a rusty chisel.

Then came the tinnitus, a sharp, hissing sound echoing in the ear canal, drowning out all other sounds.

He opened his eyes; his right eye was bandaged, and his left eye's vision was blurry, revealing only a white ceiling and flickering figures. (End of Chapter)