The Tales of the Legendary Mimic : Momo

Growing Goo

“Goo…?” Max muttered subconsciously.

A squirming body of thick fluid bobbed its head at Max, who was studying the strange creature with curious eyes. He reached out and poked it; the goo flinched back shyly, then slowly crept closer again.

“It’s fine, you can trust me, lil’ guy,” Max said with a smile, releasing a small pulse of his energy. The goo sensed it and immediately bobbed its head once more before launching itself at Max. He flinched and raised his hands in front of him on reflex.

When he opened his eyes, the goo was gone.

“Where did it go…?” he muttered, glancing around. While searching for it, he noticed a soldier heading his way.

The soldier had been sent to fetch him. Max had taken so long that the captain felt something was off, so a man was dispatched to check in case of any mishaps—besides, they were about to leave.

Max couldn’t be bothered about the goo for now. He climbed into the vehicle the soldier had brought, and they drove off. Thanks to the ride, they arrived at the site fairly quickly.

When they got there, Max saw several ill and maimed men. The sight alone showed how cruel the apocalypse could be. Keeping a stern expression and hiding his emotions, he turned to the soldier who had led him there.

“Where’s my butler?”

The soldier looked him over, a bit confused. Max really did seem like a spoiled rich brat, he thought, before jerking his chin forward. “Come with me.”

Beneath a makeshift shed stood a huge, heavily-armored military bus-like van, looming like a demonized fortress. Beside it, under the shade, a small table had been set up. Two men were locked in a game of chess, while a woman stood by their side, watching the board with sharp, focused eyes.

“You’ve done it again, Senior. Nice move. Now it’s my turn. Checkmate!”

A familiar laugh echoed in Max’s ears. Lorne. The old butler seemed to be doing just fine. But there was a new question in Max’s mind: who was this ‘Senior’ he was talking to?

“Ei, Lorne, you got me there,” the older man replied with a hearty chuckle. “And say, hasn’t your young master arrived yet? I’d love to see such a valiant young man. It’d be nice to chat—find out what makes young blood boil… Hahaha!”

“Stay here,” the soldier beside Max said, then walked into the shed clearly makeshift.

Max remained outside, quietly categorizing the people within by their voices. He was already sure Lorne was inside, and that alone was enough to ease some of his tension.

A short while later, the soldier stepped out and gestured at him. “You can come in.” Then he left to rejoin his comrades.

Max entered the shed.

Inside, the atmosphere was strangely relaxed, despite the heavy military presence. A middle-aged man in a weird tux with strings and buttons as if mechanically woven with tricks. His shoes were well polished, he even had a pocket watch, a man of good antique taste indeed

“There you are, Max,” the man in a tux chimed, his eyes lighting up. “Come, come. I was just wondering when you had popped up. I am glad you joined us. Janee here told me everything.”

Max looked up to see the woman he didn't bother to identif. Shee was actually the captain they had met earlier. She threw a wink max just nodded,, making her giggle

. Hell, is the captain flirtin....tf am I even thinking?

Lorne, who had been standing beside the chess table, turned and straightened. “Young Master, over here.” He moved closer, a faint smile on his face. “Let me introduce you properly this time.”

He gestured between them. “This  Seniorhere is Sir Garfield . he was the one government sent to research an item on D section.”

max gave the man a deep look,hw wasnt guving any bad aura except his odd dresscode but that wont stop max from making a valuable ally

"I am max,we are in you care sir Garfield"

Garfield smirked impressed by the gentleman “how nice? well it's my honour.” His gaze gave max a brief scan and noticed how neat the man look even in a time of war like this he seemed to be a man of hygiene, 

max had be shocked if he knew what garfield thought, cause he himself didnt notice his mended costume and less stinky body that he hardly wash.it was as if his waste and sweat was being devoured.

soon a soldier ran into the hall apologising to sir Garfiled ,before informing them that they had found a nest ,northeast about eight kilometers

 

"How sure are you about this , wheres the rest of your team shouldnt the raven mercenary be amongst your crew did they abscon???"the captain threaded her gaze like a serpent waiting for her prey slip into her deadly maw.

 

he shook his head signifying 'no' as began to sweat out of nervousness

 

"No?they were killed,all of them?" max was the one that asked this time,

 

"how did ordinary zombie goo men kill,a couple of D ranked men,thats not possible,right?"garfield frowned his hand hovering over the next chess piece,placing the king ina corner and the a pawn bait covered by it

 

"they weren't ordinary sir, they had...intelligence!"as soon as those words left the privates mouth, every where quiet down the king piece Lorne held slipped it echoes ringing in the now frozen max...

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