CHAPTER 12 A year later . . .. Standing alone at the middle of a training room with sweat tickling down his half naked body, Larry tightened his grip on his halberd as he prepared for another round of harsh training. Over the course of a year, he had gotten accustomed to his weapon and could now manipulate its powers fairly well. Not only him, his friends had also been training with their weapons and had discovered the individual powers they had been gifted. As for the sanctuary, it had grown fairly well as more survivors joined them, and even gotten a name - THE SANCTUARY OF MYSTERY - in relation to a rumour that had some how found its way around the sanctuary. The rumour was about a group of mysterious people that lived in the sanctuary, as protectors and governors. The name however was just hearsay until a few months ago when the sanctuary was under attack from a neighbouring sanctuary that wanted to devour them for their resources and members. The group - as the story went
CHAPTER 11 Back by a few minutes . . .. In the mist of the rumble that remained of the museum, Marvellous saw a group of people standing not too far and watching them. With his enhanced vision, he could clearly see that they were the same people that almost had an all out conflict with his friends. Rising to his feet, he let out a grunt before calling out to them. “We meet again!”. His statements caught the attentions of his friends and although they were unable to clearly see the faces of the figures in the distance, they started walking towards them. Roosevelt was puzzled. ‘How far can he actually see?, his senses are perhaps a hundred times stronger than that of a normal human. Is this really as a result of his mutation?. . ., what has he mutated into actually?.’ she thought. Since the event of the light enveloping her, she could feel her senses alert than they had ever been. What ever happened to them when they bonded with their new weapons, she knew it changed them in
CHAPTER 10"What in God's name . . .?".Taking in the view of what they were seeing within the restricted zone, Marvellous and his group could not stop there eyes from twitching. Within the faintly lit room, a bunch of weapons that emitted a faint glow floated atop a pedestal. Low humming sounds diffused through out the room as though the weapons were alive and had spirits of their own."Treasures of the ancient temple ruins". Ebbie read the words translated on a piece of paper, and stuck to the body of the pedestal just beside a bunch of meaningless strokes and symbols. Which were no doubt the original."Look at that sword,. . . Beautiful!". Larry exclaimed and stepped forward to pick it.But no matter how much he tugged, it wouldn't bulge. Upon coming in contact with the sword, he realised that there seemed to be a form of dominance and imposition radiating from it. The sword seemed unfathomable and unmovable as a mountain that could brave through winds and storm."What's wrong?"."
CHAPTER 9 “WESTCLIFF CITY MUSEUM”. Finally they had arrived, but not to meet the sights they had fascinated about. *GROANS* Peng peng peng . . .. They were actually battling with zombies instead of resting. ‘Damn your grandpa, who the hell mentioned relaxation in the museum? ‘Damned zombie won’t you just die already?’. ‘I swear to God, I would roast ya all if ya bodies didn’t carry the virus as a compensation for this stress I’m going through’. A certain fellow with a somewhat misty pupil suddenly appeared before a swift and shattered its skull with his axe. Naturally this was Marvellous, his speed was just to fast that even the swifts seemed to crawl when compared to him. Best still, they also ignored him. He had the freedom to move unattacked between them while slaughtering them which gave him an edge in addition to to his inexhaustible energy. “Ebbie watch out for the swift on your left!”. “Damn freaking zombies . . . DIE!!!”. “Shit! . . . You stained my shirt you mum
CHAPTER 8 In the RV, the conversation continued. “God! . . . You needed to see yourself running towards that swift, you were running with inhumane speed”, Joy said. “I almost swore or I even heard you growling".“Look at the colour of your eyes, they have changed!” One after the other, Marvellous friends voiced out their thoughts and also commented on whatever changes they noticed on him. “ . . . ” Marvellous. Completely ignored, Marvellous sat on a chair while listening to them talking as if he was non existent. Taking a quick glance all over the area with his eyes for something to keep him busy but finding none, he rose from the chair and walked to the drivers compartment. ******* Maxwell was in deep thoughts in his makeshift office , thinking about the group of teens he just encountered. He could only feel confusion and even more confusion the more he thought of them. Unable to come to a final conclusion, he let out a sigh and went out of his office. Standing with his eyes
CHAPTER 7 The emergence of another fellow from the vehicle was not in Maxwell’s expectations. Thinking back to the fact that the fellow was also a teenager but was even more arrogant than the others, answering his questions directly, he almost puked in anger. Turning to face the other ones however, he noticed that they were looking at the newly arrived fellow in surprise and confusion. “Marvellous are you okay?”. “How come you are fine?”. “Weren’t you supposed to have turned?”. “The bite has actually healed? . . .”. “That’s impossible! . . . How come?”. Seemly forgetting him and his raiders, the teenagers suddenly lost themselves in an entirely different discussion. Trading confused and awkward glances with his deputy, he cleared his throat and shouted to the teenagers. “Hey!, we’re not done yet”. Totally ignoring him, they continued chatting as if they weren’t currently blocked by a group of people or as if they hadn’t been talking to someone. Despite their seemly careles
CHAPTER 6 Maxwell stood outside his tent watching the sun rise, since the apocalypse everything had changed. The sun no longer looked yellow but a blood red as if dyed by the blood of those that had died during the past few years, and it was hotter than before the apocalypse. It had been a week since his sanctuary - the only place he had called home since the apocalypse era - had fallen into chaos, he and the remaining survivors were heading north for the closest town. As he thought of things that had happened in the past few days, he could only shake his head and let out a deep sigh. Returning to his tent, he picked a remote and pressed the button on it to wake the other survivors while he settled down for breakfast. Looking at the quantity of food he was preparing for the remaining members of his sanctuary, he almost broke into tears because it reminded him of the tragic incident on that day. The amount of food he was cooking would not have been enough to satisfy even one - tenth
CHAPTER 5Roosevelt sat in front of the fire the group had built, absently minded she ate her dinner while thinking of that face filled with reluctance to part as he turned and ran. 'The longest period it takes an infected to turn is seven days, lets see how long he can fight against the virus before he finally turns' she thought."Hey Roosevelt" comfort called dragging her out of her thoughts. "Yup ?" she replied."Did you actually share that dream with us ?""Hmmm . . . I guess so" she replied. " . . . except it's a bit different now given that nobody was bitten then" She said casting a glance at the RV."How did you know we were going to be at the warehouse ?"Basit asked.Hearing the question, a sigh escape Roosevelt's mouth as she questioned her self. 'Was there a reason why she actually ran in the direction of the warehouse ?, was it fate performing its trick ?, were the heavens directing her to that warehouse ? or was she just overthinking ?' she thought before replying. "I didn