398 Ghost Hunting, The Repulsive Landfill (2/2)

There was no distinction on the dead bodies. Whether it be human, infected, mutated infected, or might even be Mutators. Their headless bodies were dumped here.

It also meant that there should be survivors in this place before.

Mark also found out certain similarities with the bodies, they all looked human. Even the mutated infected. None of them seemed to have insect-like, animal-like or even plant-like mutations. These kinds of infected were the only ones they encountered upon arriving.

”So, it was not like the mutations of the infected in this area became that way because of the place. It was because they were the only ones left among the infected.”

Mark realized.

He also remembered that among the remaining common infected in the Retreat House, all of them had broken faces, heads or distorted jaws which no one would appreciate seeing.

”Headless corpses.”

Mark sneered.

”Only something like you will do such things.”

Mark said that as he turned his head towards the center of the heaps of corpses.

There was nothing there. At least, physically.

The strong wind then blew around like a whirlwind. Mark was forced to cover his eyes as dust and the putrid smell almost entered his eyes.

Although he covered most of his sight, he was still paying attention to the same direction.

The air then turned dark as the whirlwind grew stronger. At the peak of its strength, the wind suddenly vanished.

At the same place, a figure stood.

Same with the descriptions, waring a white frock with a style pretty much seen in Spanish colonial times. One thing that Mark noticed however made him frown.

From what he knew, ghosts, no matter how they looked physically real, there was a tint of feeling that they were somewhat ethereal.

However...

The headless priest in front of him...

Why did it seem to feel like a living being...

”Are you...” Mark came to a realization.

A ghost trying to revive itself.

The missing body parts from some of the corpses might be used in recreating this physical body for him. In fact, the body of the priest looked disproportional. His right arm was even longer than his left that it was too noticeable because of the sleeve of the from he was wearing.

While Mark was thinking about those things, the headless priest started to move. It started pointing at Mark while stomping at the ground. It seemed to be displaying its anger at Mark for some reason. Mark could understand such since he could detect its emotional fluctuations. Still, Mark found those actions comedic since he had seen such actions in movies at scenes where a priest was angry.

This headless priest was in no doubt, sentient. Nevertheless, Mark had no interest in such a creature filled with overwhelming anger.

The anger of this priest could drown anyone just by the pressure he was emitting. Mark even felt cold.

Mark stood there observing the angry headless priest while trying to decern how it was able to do such a thing. For sure, it was close to reviving as it already finished a body to dwell in. Of course, it was still missing his head.

Nevertheless, Mark knew that there would be a catch to this kind of revival.

Mark's stare seemed to be taken negatively by the headless priest. His anger rose higher making it feel as if an earthquake was happening.

In the middle of that, its body started twitching.

The priest fell on all fours as it lost the last of its rationality as a pervious human. Root like tentacles sprouted from the priest's body making holes on the frock he was wearing.

Then, the priest's body started to bloat and grow as it twitched uncontrollably. As the frock the priest wore was torn into pieces, a horrifying sight ensued.

The priest's body was riddled with horrifying heads. Each of the heads was attached to his enlarging body and was able to move on their own.

Each head started to release growls while twitching in different directions.

In a span of a minute, the headless priest was no more. What stood in front of Mark was a quadrupedal monster about the size of four buses stacked on pairs.

Hundreds of heads could be seen wriggling on its body.

It looked horrifying and repulsive.

The ironic thing, however, the part where its real head was supposed to be, it remained as a fleshy stump of a neck.

GRAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!

The monster shrieked. The high pitched shrieked with hundreds of voices mixed together was bad. Mark felt like his eardrums exploded.