CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY-FIVE Mezzle’s eyes moved across the screen of the tablet, and pushing the button, he looked at the coordinates, his eyes moving from one part of the screen to the other. Certain that he had gotten the right information, he continued driving, increasing the speed in the darkness. The ride took longer than he had expected, but he didn’t mind. With the type of anger that was brewing inside him, it didn’t matter how long it was going to take, he was very determined to get to the bottom of the situation. He continued driving for over thirty minutes without stopping, refusing to blink until there was an extreme need for it. He was led into the forest through a path that had been used by so many vehicles and people on foot, his eyes still straight as he held tightly to the steering wheel. But he refused to be discouraged, even with the darkness that had thickened through the bushes, the tall trees, and even the water splashing from the sky. All he d

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SIX “Why don’t you look happy to see me, Mezzle?” The giant asked, pouting at once. “I am your wife, Mezzle! You should be happy to see me!” It suddenly began to smile, moving two heavy steps toward the General. “Come give me a hug, baby! I am the mother of your twins!” “That’s enough, Yuri!” Mezzle grunted, moving his eyes from one part of the forest to the other. Anger was increasingly brewing inside him, and even the rain splattering all over his face and on his head couldn’t cool his temper. “Enough of the games, Yuri!” He warned, holding onto the gun with a tight grip. “My darling husband! Come give me a hug! Don’t you love me anymore?!” The giant persisted, taking two more steps toward the General. “I love you! I want you to give me a hug!” It spread its arms, holding onto the smile as it inched closer to the General. “Alright.” Mezzle took a deep breath, his eyes burning with annoyance. “I am done with this.” He growled, and without

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FORTY-NINE “Where are you guys from? I don’t think I have seen you around.” Mezzle moved his eyes from one person to the other, and then he ended up staring at their leader. Peter stepped forward, and then he offered Mezzle a handshake, staring into his eyes with a wry smile. “It’s such an honor meeting the Almighty General. Everyone keeps talking about you. You are quite a hero down here.” Mezzle kept his hand hanging, seeming totally unimpressed by the things he said even though it was very clear that he was trying to sing his praises. He could still see the unusual nature of his hands, especially his fingers. When he looked at the others, he realized that they shared the same features- short fingers, veiny hands, and even with the darkness, the General could still pick the pale color of their hands if blood was hardly circulating through the bulging veins. Peter eventually returned his hands to his side, but it was clear that he felt offend

“Thank you, Peter. But I will pass.” Mezzle declined the offer, turning to Randy who seemed to be the only one happy with what he said.“My men will be out there waiting for me. I am sure that they will come looking for me soon.” Mezzle pointed to the direction he was headed before he was stopped by the bikers. “Come on, General!” Mandy broke the silence, and then she waited until the General was looking at her before she continued. “Just let us take you. That’s the least we can do to say thank you to you for holding the balance of the world. We heard how you killed hundreds of the infected, and even the Queen. We also heard about your victory over the aliens, and how you were able to defeat the Alpha.” Mezzle sensed something fishy after he had listened to Mandy, looking her directly in the eyes. “I am fine, Mandy. Thank you for the offer.”“Please don’t say no, General!” Mandy pleaded, almost seeming like she was about to cry.“I will be angry with myself if I leave you here. I

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY-THREE Randy joined him at once, lifting his sword and ready to strike, their footsteps thudding heavily on the soft soil. Mandy, on the other hand, decided to stand and watch, her hands folded, staring as she waited for the General to be taken down by her fellow riders. The sinister smile etched all over her face was a sign of conviction, expressing the certainty that was roaming inside her mind. Her eyes moved to the General, and then she arched her brows, curiosity brewing inside her. “Why isn’t he moving?” She muttered, eyes wide as she looked at the General who had refused even to take a stance, neither did he flinch even though his assailants were getting very close. Peter was very convinced that he was going to be able to strike the General, and when he moved close enough to him, he pushed his sword downward, aiming for Mezzle’s neck.He missed twice, getting very frustrated after the third strike.He grunted, his veins twisting all over his m