威瑪戰爭 152-實驗室
----------大洞上方----------
艾特駕駛著機甲，停在某棟殘破大樓的門口。
旁邊的諾坦抬頭望著那棟高聳建築。
艾特：「他們還要多久？」
諾坦：「不知道，看起來沒那麼快。」
艾特抬頭看向大樓上方。
艾特：「我去頂樓看看狀況。」
諾坦：「好，小心點。」
另一邊。
柏蘭與耐斯跟著賽菈走進大樓。
整棟建築早已被歲月侵蝕。
牆面斑駁、玻璃破碎，風吹進長廊時甚至能聽見鋼筋摩擦的聲音。
但那厚重的混凝土結構，依舊勉強支撐著整棟醫院。
三人一步步往上。
七樓。
賽菈停下腳步。
賽菈：「總算……回來了。」
柏蘭：「這裡是？」
賽菈望著長廊深處。
賽菈：「我以前工作的地方。」
耐斯：「哇……」
柏蘭環顧四周。
柏蘭：「這醫院還真夠大的。不過賽菈，我得先說……」
賽菈輕輕點頭。
賽菈：「我知道。我拿完東西，我們就立刻離開。」
耐斯：「這裡安靜到有點可怕。」
走道盡頭。
一扇厚重鐵門半開著。
柏蘭舉起槍，視線掃過門旁早已泛黃的金屬牌。
——「實驗室」。
賽菈默默握緊武器。
耐斯與柏蘭也跟著提高警戒。
雖然一路上都沒有遭遇怪物。
但兩人能感覺到——
賽菈正在害怕什麼。
門被緩緩推開。
下一秒。
巨大的空間映入眼簾。
一排又一排的貨架蔓延至深處。
上面擺滿無數培養皿。
有些已經發黑腐敗。
有些則長出扭曲的植物。
甚至有幾株巨大到直接撐破天花板。
陽光從裂開的樓頂灑落下來，照在那些異常生長的植物上，像某種詭異的森林。
賽菈熟門熟路地走進其中一間辦公室。
柏蘭與耐斯跟了上去。
而就在辦公室角落。
擺著一個狗籠。
賽菈的腳步停住了。
她的呼吸開始顫抖。
狗籠內。
只剩下一具早已風乾的犬類骨骸。
那副小小的骨頭，依舊維持著蜷縮的姿勢。
像是在等待主人回來。
賽菈的瞳孔瞬間失去焦點。
她緩緩跪了下去。
雙手顫抖地抓著鐵籠。
賽菈：「……小白……」
聲音沙啞到幾乎聽不見。
她低著頭。
眼淚卻已經止不住地落下。
這裡被遺棄了多久。
牠就在這裡等了多久。
直到死去。
都沒有等到主人回來。
賽菈終於崩潰。
她額頭靠在鐵籠上，壓抑多年的情緒徹底潰堤。
柏蘭站在後方。
沒有說話。
只是默默走上前，將手輕輕放在她肩上。
耐斯也安靜地低下頭。
沒有人打擾她。
過了許久。
賽菈擦去眼淚，深吸了一口氣。
她走向旁邊的保險箱。
輸入密碼後。
從裡面拿出一台保存完好的筆電。
賽菈轉過身，看著柏蘭。
眼眶依舊泛紅。
賽菈：「我好了。」
柏蘭點頭。
柏蘭：「好，我通知艾特。」
賽菈跟在兩人身後。
正準備離開時。
賽菈突然停下腳步。
賽菈：「等等……」
柏蘭：「又怎麼了？」
賽菈抬起頭，看向那株衝破天花板的巨大植物。
賽菈：「這植物……」
柏蘭皺眉。
柏蘭：「你剛剛沒注意到嗎？」
耐斯苦笑。
耐斯：「妳剛剛大概只看得到自己的辦公室吧。」
柏蘭：「不過話說回來，你們以前在實驗室裡種這麼大的東西，都沒想過會把建築弄垮嗎？」
賽菈的表情瞬間變了。
賽菈：「這才是問題所在。」
她快步走向貨架。
仔細查看那些培養皿上的編號。
但因為年代久遠。
加上植物早已把部分培養皿撐裂。
許多標示都看不清了。
賽菈只能透過旁邊殘留的編號推測。
耐斯走了過去。
遞出一把小刀。
另一隻手則從地上撿起一個還算完整的夾鏈袋。
柏蘭：「耐斯？」
耐斯聳肩。
耐斯：「總感覺她會需要這個。」
賽菈接過工具。
賽菈：「謝謝。」
她熟練地從植物上切下一小塊組織。
小心放進夾鏈袋中。
柏蘭：「我們得快走了！」
突然。
四周響起密密麻麻的蟲鳴聲。
艾特的聲音從通訊器裡急促傳來。
艾特：「你們快點！怪物發現我們了，正朝這邊過來！」
柏蘭：「我們已經在跑了！但我們現在在七樓！」
短暫沉默後。
艾特：「七樓……一、二、三、四……你們直接往頂樓跑，我去頂樓接你們！」
柏蘭：「嗯？」
賽菈立刻反應過來。
賽菈：「艾特說得對。與其往下衝七層，不如往上三層到頂樓。」
數分鐘後。
三人衝上頂樓。
狂風迎面襲來。
而艾特駕駛的重武裝機甲，早已停在屋頂等待。
三人立刻抱住蓋布里歐腿部的固定架。
下一秒。
機甲推進器轟然爆發。
帶著三人直接飛離屋頂。
安全降落至地面。
諾坦：「要直接戰鬥嗎？」
柏蘭看向遠方不斷逼近的黑影。
柏蘭：「這裡不適合建立防線，先移動找位置。」
賽菈低下頭。
賽菈：「抱歉……因為我耽誤了大家的任務。」
耐斯笑了笑。
耐斯：「小事啦。而且下面那些人應該也還需要時間。」
艾特啟動推進器。
艾特：「安全帶繫好，我們先撤離這裡。」
Wima War 152 – Laboratory
----------Above the Great Pit----------
Ait piloted the mech and stopped in front of a ruined building.
Beside him, Notan looked up at the towering structure.
Ait: “How much longer are they going to take?”
Notan: “No idea. Doesn’t look like they’ll be done anytime soon.”
Ait raised his head and looked toward the rooftop.
Ait: “I’m going up to check the top floor.”
Notan: “Alright. Be careful.”
Elsewhere.
Boland and Nice followed Syla into the building.
Time had long since consumed the entire structure.
The walls were stained and cracked, windows shattered, and the sound of rusted steel groaning echoed through the corridors whenever the wind blew through.
Yet somehow, the heavy concrete frame still barely held the old hospital together.
Step by step, the three climbed upward.
Seventh floor.
Syla suddenly stopped walking.
Syla: “Finally… I’m back.”
Boland: “What is this place?”
Syla stared quietly into the depths of the hallway.
Syla: “This used to be where I worked.”
Nice: “Wow…”
Boland glanced around the area.
Boland: “This hospital is huge. But Syla, I need to say this first…”
Syla nodded softly.
Syla: “I know. I’ll grab what I need, and then we leave immediately.”
Nice: “This place feels way too quiet.”
At the end of the hallway.
A heavy metal door stood half open.
Boland raised his rifle and glanced at the faded metal sign beside it.
— “LABORATORY”
Syla silently tightened her grip on her weapon.
Nice and Boland instinctively raised their guard as well.
Even though they had encountered no monsters along the way…
Both of them could tell—
Syla was afraid of something.
The door slowly creaked open.
And then—
A massive room appeared before them.
Rows upon rows of shelves stretched deep into the darkness.
Countless culture containers filled every rack.
Some had turned black with decay.
Others had grown twisted plants inside.
Several of them had become so massive that they pierced straight through the ceiling itself.
Sunlight poured down through the cracks above, illuminating the overgrown plants like some grotesque forest.
Syla walked straight toward one of the offices as if she already knew the way.
Boland and Nice followed behind her.
And there—
In the corner of the office—
Was a dog cage.
Syla froze instantly.
Her breathing began to tremble.
Inside the cage…
Only the dried skeletal remains of a dog remained.
The tiny bones were still curled together.
As though it had waited for its owner to return.
Syla’s eyes lost focus.
Slowly, she fell to her knees.
Her trembling hands gripped the rusted bars of the cage.
Syla: “…Snow…”
Her voice was so hoarse it was barely audible.
She lowered her head.
Tears began falling uncontrollably onto the dusty floor.
How long had this place been abandoned?
How long had it waited here?
Until the very end.
It never got to see its owner come back.
Syla finally broke down completely.
She pressed her forehead against the cage as years of buried emotions collapsed all at once.
Boland stood behind her silently.
Without saying a word, he walked forward and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
Nice lowered his head quietly as well.
No one interrupted her grief.
After a long while…
Syla wiped away her tears and took a deep breath.
She walked toward a small safe beside the desk.
After entering the code, the lock clicked open.
Inside was a laptop that had somehow remained intact all these years.
Syla turned around and looked at Boland.
Her eyes were still red.
Syla: “I’m ready.”
Boland nodded.
Boland: “Alright. I’ll contact Ait.”
Syla followed behind the two men.
Just as they were about to leave—
She suddenly stopped.
Syla: “Wait…”
Boland: “What now?”
Syla looked up toward the gigantic plant that had burst through the ceiling.
Syla: “This plant…”
Boland frowned.
Boland: “You didn’t notice it earlier?”
Nice gave a small bitter laugh.
Nice: “I think you were a little too focused on your office.”
Boland: “Still… didn’t you people ever think growing something this huge in a lab might collapse the building?”
Syla’s expression changed instantly.
Syla: “That’s exactly the problem.”
She quickly walked toward the shelves.
Carefully examining the identification numbers on the containers.
But after so many years…
And with the plant having shattered several of the containers apart…
Most of the labels were impossible to read.
Syla could only estimate the specimen number from nearby fragments.
Nice walked over.
He handed her a small knife.
With his other hand, he picked up a relatively intact zip-lock bag from the floor.
Boland: “Nice?”
Nice shrugged.
Nice: “Had a feeling she’d need it.”
Syla accepted the tools.
Syla: “Thank you.”
With practiced precision, she cut a small sample from the plant.
Then carefully sealed it inside the bag.
Boland: “We need to move. Now!”
Suddenly—
The sound of countless insects erupted around them.
Ait’s urgent voice burst through the communicator.
Ait: “Hurry up! The monsters found us! They’re heading your way!”
Boland: “We’re already moving! But we’re still on the seventh floor!”
A brief silence followed.
Ait: “Seventh floor… one, two, three, four… Forget going down. Head to the rooftop. I’ll pick you up there!”
Boland: “Huh?”
Syla immediately understood.
Syla: “Ait’s right. It’s faster to climb three floors up than rush down seven floors.”
Several minutes later.
The three burst onto the rooftop.
Violent wind slammed into them.
And there—
Ait’s heavily armed mech was already waiting.
The three immediately grabbed onto the support frame attached to the mech’s leg.
The next second—
The thrusters roared to life.
The mech launched off the rooftop, carrying them through the air before safely landing back on the ground below.
Notan: “Are we fighting here?”
Boland looked toward the distant black swarm rapidly approaching them.
Boland: “Bad location for a defensive line. We move first and find better ground.”
Syla lowered her head.
Syla: “Sorry… I delayed everyone’s mission.”
Nice smiled lightly.
Nice: “It’s fine. The others underground probably still need more time anyway.”
Ait activated the mech’s thrusters once more.
Ait: “Fasten yourselves in. We’re pulling out.”
