The blood didn't flow so much as it reached from beneath the freshly made corpse, heading straight for the living ones desperately trying to break the doors down. They, much like the many corpses behind them, would fail and their blood would join the collective in its perpetual search for its source.
It had only been free for five hours.
Before that it had been buried deep in the icy heart of Antarctica where it had remained undisturbed since winter's first descent. They discovered it entirely by accident - one core sample taken a few inches from its intended position and just enough of it was removed to awaken it.
From there it was tirelessly studied and gradually moved further and further away from the source until it felt completely untethered and utterly alone. Naturally it sought company from the closest similar beings which was, unfortunately, the humans studying it.
Specifically it wanted their blood. In order to rejoin the source and return to hibernation til the end of the great frost, it needed enough sustenance and substance to be able to cross the continent and ocean that lay between it and its home. It needed more bodies than the entire facility contained but that wasn't an issue.
Not when it figured out how to puppet the bodies, using them as vehicles to carry it towards more blood and bigger bodies to hold them all. After the last few humans it knew it would have to find a bigger vehicle, perhaps a horse or more preferably some kind of oceanic creature.
As the blood formed a hand outside of the broken wrist it was departing from, the survivors screamed.
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