Level-Up Apocalypse: Surviving With The Assimilation System

Descending multiple floors by dragging his foot with his blood-soaked boots, time passed in a feverish order. Only focusing on moving and holding his hand against his split stomach, the passage of seconds felt like minutes, and minutes like seconds.

He could only hope by some miracle that the nameless man would not return, having to pray on pure chance as he dragged his feet.

'Not much…further–keep going,'

he urged his body.

The front door of the apartment complex came in sight as he traversed the final flight of stairs. It took every part of him not to fall over as he brought his foot over the last step.

"A bit…more. C'mon…Finn," he told himself.

His eyelids became heavy while watching that door, dragging one foot at a time. The warmth in his gut radiated intensely, almost as if stirring up the closer he got to the door before—

"Ngh…!"

He winced, tripping over his own blood just a few strides from the entrance. Using his shoulder again, he opened the door, though not before falling down as soon as he made it past the threshold.

"Hhfk…"

He laid there on his own hand, trying to hold every price of him still inside. On the concrete steps outside of the complex, he looked at the street and the neighboring buildings, not finding a single soul.

"...Aaahh…"

A gasp left his lips, intending to call for help, intending to speak the names of those he could rely on, but nothing came out. Total weakness has overtaken his bled body, though it was already a miracle he had made it this far.

'I can't…I can't pick myself up anymore. I just…I just wish he was here,'

from the innermost depths of his mind, he hoped.

As everything began to fade, the personal memories brewing in his mind of who he wanted to see the most, who he knew he could rely on in situations like this were spoken through one word. While losing consciousness, he didn't know why exactly he said it, only that it's what his brain had opted for as it left his lips–

"

...Replication

…"
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Given material from his flickering consciousness was a friend, one lost; the embodiment of reliable, strong-willed, and a helping hand in the young man's mind. He could hardly see a thing, only the silhouettes of what laid in front of him before he found himself being helped to his feet by the manifestation of his word.

Finn found his arm being slung over the sturdy shoulders of the doppelganger, being helped to walk as he kept his hand pressed against his stomach.

"Hhff…Hff…" He slowly breathed.

While he was being helped to walk, the strength and broad build of the one manifested to help him more so carried him, only in a more graceful, respectful fashion that lacked any disgrace.

Finn glanced over with his weary gaze, unable to even realize what his consciousness had brought to form for that life-or-death walk, "...Damian…? You're here…? Right…Of course, if I was in trouble…You'd lend me a hand. That's just…the kind of guy you are."

There was nothing said in response, or perhaps he was just simply too deprived of energy to listen to a single word.

Of course, nothing needed to be said. That was how friendship worked; an unspoken bond–he knew that, simply wearing a small smile as a sense of relief flooded over his mutilated body.

"Thank you," he expressed his gratitude with the last bit of strength before he found his consciousness finally losing its threads to hold onto.

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The infrequent sound that became more plentiful greeted his ears, coaxing him from the pits of slumber. Before even opening his eyes, he could feel a pillow beneath his head and blanket tucked under his arms.

Carefully parting his eyelids, a luminescent fixture in the ceiling greeting him, immediately making him squint.

"Finn—? Finn!"

Before he could even properly adjust to the light, that worried, feminine voice met his ears.

"Hey," he weakly greeted.

As his eyes finally focused, he could see the teary-eyed girl looking down at him from the bedside. Right beside her was Jasper, with the same amount of worry, though Finn had to presume as much given his helmet was still on.

There wasn't a moment needed to question if this time, what he perceived was real or not; he could feel it–that genuine worry, the warmth in his chest–this wasn't a trick of his mind.

The beeping of the vital machine beside him played against his ears, feeling the IVs plugged into his body and the itchiness of the stitches in his gut–it was real.

"Mate, what the hell happened? They found you in front of the hospital–the doctors don't even know how the hell you made it there. The trails of blood–they lead back miles, mate…It's a miracle you made it here," Jasper remarked with genuine worry, gripping the metal railing of the bed.

"Really, Finn…Do you remember? Nikko wants to know as well…If there's something in this city that's a danger–" Charlotte asked, lightly gripping his hand with both of hers as tears stained her face.

Finn laid there, pondering on it himself as it was all hazy after waking back up the second time, "...I…I remember, some of it…I think."

"Finn, you don't have to remember yet…Right now, what's important is that you're okay," Charlotte assured him, caressing his hand.

While the gesture was received warmly to his heart, Finn was set on digging what happened to him out of his mind. It was right on the cusp of his brain, only veiled by the fogginess of his waking.

Rewinding what he last recalled, step by step, from his bleeding steps back to that room that smelled of death–he found his way back into remembering "that" person.

"Hhk–" Finn immediately placed his hand over his mouth as he gagged.

"Finn?!" Charlotte called his name.

"Hey, mate–you alright?!" Jasper asked out of concern.

The involuntary reaction from his body wasn't one made out of natural disgust, but an immediate sickness he felt when remembering [Nameless]. All of it–every piece of footage he witnessed, the presence of that indescribable stain upon humanity, drilled into his brain–

"He's…He's still out there–" Finn forced the words from his throat.

"Who, Finn?" Charlotte asked hesitantly.

"I…I…" Finn tried to speak what he knew.

Attempting to string together any information of what he witnessed brought a lump in his throat, a chill across his skin as though empty whispers pressed against his ear. His teeth chattered, unable to let him speak a single word.

'What…is this? I shouldn't be this scared—no, I wouldn't be. It's like…the fear has been etched into my body,'

he thought.

"Finn?" Charlotte worriedly called to him.

Just attempting to recall it made his body tremble, one that could not simply be managed by controlling his breathing.

"They're still out there…that man—he's still here," Finn muttered, forcing the words past his lips.

"That man? Who is it? If we can give Nikko a description—" Jasper asked.

There was no hiding the sort of fear he was feeling, though he couldn't stop his mind from thinking. The more he thought about it, the more he was nearing a mortifying realization.

'I was left alive…he wasn't there anymore—it can't be like that, can it?'

He thought.

Finn ignored everything else as he forced himself to sit up, tearing the IVs out of his arms, much to the dismay of his friends.

"Hey!—You shouldn't move around yet!" Charlotte protested.

He didn't listen as he hopped out of the bed, finding his strength returned. Looking around, the first thing he looked for was a change from his hospital garments.

All of his clothes were left folded neatly on a chair by his bed, seeming to have been thoroughly washed.

"Finn? What's up, mate?" Jasper asked.

The silence was broken as Finn spoke what was on his mind, tossing his shirt off as he slid his shirt and coat over his torso, "We have to get out of here and find Nikko–ASAP. The person who did this to me…He's going to strike again soon."

"What're you talking about? Slow down for a minute, mate–can you just tell us what happened?" Jasper genuinely requested.

Finn didn't waste a moment slipping into his clothes, sliding his pants up, adjusting his belt as he slipped his boots on, tightening his laces while speaking, "--It's another of the

Major Arcana

, like the

Moon

that Nikko showed us."

"What? Something like that–?" Charlotte reacted.

Sliding his gloves over his hands, Finn nodded, looking between his companions, "That's what my system showed me."

He neglected to bring up the fact he had met Crow, not wanting to withhold it entirely, but decided it wasn't urgent enough and that it'd only distract from the current issue at hand.

"What kind of freakish monster even was it, then?" Jasper wondered.

"It was a man–a human like us, well, not quite like us," Finn explained.