Zena: The Last Fight
Obviousness

The sounds became clearer as Zena placed her ears on the roof floor, various sounds coming from inside the building. No, it's not a human voice talking, but like the sound of moans, moans, human voices choking on something.

What the hell is in there?

Zena moved, her black bead exuding a strong determination. As always, he should be able to unravel all the mysteries. His body was stunned as a rowdy voice sounded from below. It gawked from above, signaling everyone to stay away.

The index leads to the place where they enter. He does not want to be disturbed, will work alone to solve everything. Somehow, everyone complies. Slowly move away from the building.

After making sure everyone stayed away, Zena started looking for a way in. A door or whatever. He was sure there was a way up there to get into the building. Otherwise, no voices in the building would have been heard clearly by him.

Zena pressed the roof using her fingers. He continued to do so until he found a floor that felt different from other floors. Just like, but not the same. Zena swept the floor using her hands, a board disguised in a similar color to the floor.

The girl took out a dagger, hollowed out a wooden board to be able to see the contents inside the building. Zena looked down, putting one eye in the hole. Although only limited, but he can see what they are working on. There were about three people down there, they wore aprons in their hands each holding a machete. Like a butcher, they were chopping something on the table.

Blood splattered on the floor, under that table. There are some hairy round objects placed under the table. Zena still can't figure out what activities they're doing. He had to wait until the three of them left the room.

Zena turned to stick the ear to be able to hear more clearly the sounds in there. The sound of a creaking door rang out, knocking steps accompanied.

"Rest first, food is ready."

No one spoke after the voice of the command. Several footsteps were heard before the door closed. Zena rushed to open the wooden board, using a dagger she gouged out the cracks of the board.

One board is open, not big enough for him to fit in. Zena reopened one board, creeping down while reassembling it before jumping to the floor. Puddles of blood splashed onto his body, a pungent fishy smell welcoming his arrival.

Zena goosebumps watching the sea of blood on the floor she was peeping. The room is without ventilation, stuffy and smelly because only a little air enters it. The fans on the wall swirled to the right and left to dissipate the heat of the room.

He turned to look at the tables that the men used to chop things up. Their burrows were still stuck on the edge of the table, there were traces of blood and flesh left on the table.

Where they keep the meat.

Zena remembered the round, hairy thing she saw under the table. He squatted down, there were three round objects down there. All black and covered in blood. Zena turned her back when she recognized the object.

It's like a human head, but what do they do with this human head? Don't-don't ....

Zena's eyes widened, she stood up and approached the refrigerator in the room. Opening it wide, there are many packages that are not what they contain. It was probably the meat they had chopped earlier.

Inside the cooler, there are several small boxes that are specially separated. It was put together in one pile, and it caught Zena's attention to open it.

"God! Did I not see wrong? That was a human kidney." Zena monologues herself.

He picked up the other box, this time Zena was preparing to see other possibilities.

Sure enough, even though she had prepared herself, Zena still held her breath when she saw the object stored in the box. A human heart preserved in ice. Zena guessed, the other boxes must also contain the same. Organs in humans that they take.

"That's right! They're all vile, why would you do such a cruel thing?"

Zena growled, she kept the boxes back in place. The sound of approaching steps disturbed his calm. There are also children's voices that sound weak. Refusing to go with them. His sight expanded, looking for a place to hide.

In the corner of the room, there were some plastic wrappers piling up. Zena hid behind that pile of trash, she prepared with a bow in hand.

The one who had entered carried a helpless little boy. Zena waited for the other two, but the door was shut tightly by her. The young man picked up the little boy and put him on the table. His face was as cold as the lifeless undead.

He took a machete that stuck on the edge of the bed and sharpened it on a hone. The little boy could do nothing but cry. Zena quickly stood up, facing the man who was on his back.

His hands were raised ready to cut the child's body. Zena who had prepared with a bow, released an arrow right in her heart.

"Aragh!"

The criminal groaned, the machete in his hand fell to the floor. Of course, it will not be heard out because the sound of music pounding disguise other sounds.

Those small eyes widened, looking towards Zena who had uprooted the samurai in her hands. The man was still able to stand up straight, he even turned around about to attack Zena.

However, the samurai swings in the girl's hand, preceding her step. The head fell down followed by his thumping body hitting the floor. Zena hurried to the bed, took the boy and hid him near the trash heap.

While the body of the criminal, he put it in a cooler box that still has a lot of space. He went back to hiding with the boy. Poor kid, I don't know what they did to him so that that little body is weak helpless.

The sound of steps back rang out, this time Zena did not wait for long. He welcomed the arrival of the criminal behind the door with his samurai. As soon as the door opened and closed again, he had already lost his life. Falling with the head that comes rolling into the corner of the room.

He did the same thing as the first criminal. Then, wait for the third criminal to come in. Zena knew because there were three tables in the room that they used to execute the victims.

Long enough to wait for the third villain to not show up. Just as Zena was about to bring two children up to the roof, the door of the room suddenly opened and a third criminal came in with the other child.