Without giving me a response, Jaxen rose to his feet, slamming the machine into his rifle.“Okay, that's good.” I said, and I swiped my machete against the wall. It created the sharp sounds of sparks as the steel hit the sharp part of the wall.If I wanted to get a blind seeker’s attention, the best way was through the disturbance of the other senses.The dark swirly bug eyes turned to me, and it narrowed.“Yeah, come at me.” The words left my lips, and I leapt forward.With insane speed, the seeker shot towards my direction, a shrill roar leaving its mouth.“Invest 100 SP each into strength and speed.” I gritted out, and the surge of energy moved through me, and the muscles in my legs tightened.It felt like energy was going to pour through me, and I gritted my teeth, tightening the hold on the machete.“Jaxen. Bring this bastard down!”And the sounds of gunfire filled the entire cave.A few inches away from my face, the monster drew down, face going into the floor as it lost its fo

Relying partly on Jaxen’s hyper-awareness and sheer effort, we trailed the intruders to the very heart of the tunnel passage. Fuck, those trespassers are super-fast. We aren’t giving up anyway, no matter how deep they surge into the cave. Now, the footsteps were clearer. I could make a proper count, judging by the difference in size and pattern of each footprint. Four were those of soldiers, probably guarding the two other footprints with an awkward pattern.But why the heck are they so keen on surging deeper into the canyon? For fuck’s sake, I’m out here trailing their shitty movement when they should be seeking me out. What are they fleeing... or what the heck are they looking for?[Ding…]“What now?” I grunted, irritated by the sudden pop-up of the blue screen in my sight. Swearing didn’t put it off.[Warning…]Gosh, I stopped. Jaxen stopped beside me, his gesture posing all the questions his lips would have uttered.[Anti-mutation weapon detected…]“What do you mean?” I asked

I braced myself to attack the man currently manning and aiming the machine gun at us, but as I closed in, along with Jaxen, who was clearly yearning to teach the fella a lesson, I realized the fool couldn't use the machine gun. He was touching every part of it, clicking everything that clicked. He was definitely looking for the trigger. We got to him, and before he could plead for his worthless life, I grabbed him and tossed him away from the machine gun. He landed squarely on the floor, clutching his chest. Jaxen dismantled the machine gun and broke it on his knee. I watched him toss it away like it had not been the same tool that pinned us both down and nearly turned the tide of the battle to the red-beret commander.I lowered my gaze to the floor where the commander had supposedly fallen, but he was not there. I saw the trail of blood, alerting me that the machete did hit its mark. But the mark it hit was probably hiding somewhere, waiting for us to lower our guard so he would str

Silence.The bitch-ass dude isn’t saying a thing. He’s just shaking his goddamn head like a freaking NPC, saying he doesn’t know what the goddamn order is. For fuck’s sake, this dude talks like he was drawn into doing something without knowing who sent him and what the something is.“You don’t know the order?” I asked, nearly biting his face off. It would be a waste of time if I kept tossing questions at him because he wasn’t going to say anything. I clenched my fists to throw a jab at his pussy-ass face, but something slipped into my mind.Maybe if I showed him the device, he would remember something about their mission down there. Or if I talked about the pentagon object, he might remember something.I sat back on the seat, looking him in the face. He bowed his head, not uttering a word or pleading to be released. Maybe he already concluded what his fate was going to be. Well, I don’t intend to waste him so fast. I want to obtain any useful piece of information he could be harboring

Bear Cat was badly damaged from our previous expedition, but not entirely destroyed. Jaxen managed to weld the outer parts together, then, to make it more formidable, I assisted him in welding sharp pieces of metal garbage to the massive protectors shielding the front and rear of the vehicle, to make it too lethal for zombies to leap at it either from the rear or from the front.I pity the ones we would run into though. They would regret breathing in the gas. I felt my dark humor creeping in. It’s wrong to muse over what would happen to zombies when they play stupid, but I couldn’t help the smile that broke out on my face.Soon, we both hopped into the vehicle. Bear Cat’s engine was still as active as ever, and we had loaded it with enough fuel, even keeping a reserve in the trunk. Jaxen turned on the ignition, while I hooked my seat belt, waiting for him to pull off, knowing fully well that the drive won’t ever be a smooth one as the roads would be so jagged from the burnout and all