His Soul (Rivamika)

Chapter 7.

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Hello to all my lovely readers, I'm thinking of starting this book up once again.

I'll still be doing my other book, I'll just be doing this one at the same time.

But I will warn you now, it's most likely going to be slow updates or a bunch updated at once than a break period. 

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Mikasa kept a tight hold on her gun, standing still as she the single blue flame vanished above from the two men ahead of her. One was limping, a bandage wrapped around right thigh, stained with blood and mud. The other soldier seemed mostly fine, his uniform dirty and mess as if he was in a scuffle but no injuries that could easily be spotted at least. 

She raised her gun, eyes locked on to them as if they were her targets and soon both came to a sudden spot after lifting their heads and seeing her. Fear written across their faces, fight or flight running through their bones but all they could do was stand frozen. No one ever talks about the unwilling froze option that came along with your body telling you to fight or flight, just being trapped in place instead.

"Have you came in contact with anyone with the sickness?" Mikasa asked, her voice cold and empty as she kept her eyes on the two of them. She could still feel her second flame hovering over the third member who was making their way towards them fast.

"Y-Yes but I'm not infected. No rash on our bodies, you can check" The injured soldier called back in a panic, shakily looking towards Mikasa while his comrade helped him to stay standing. 

"How did you get injured? Are you sure none of the fluids from the infected got into your bloodstream?" Mikasa asked, slowly walking towards them as she loosely held her gun by her side in hopes to calm the two down.

"No, they held no wounds. It's my own blood. They took my own knife from my sheath, the blade broke after they stabbed me in the thigh, ran off when my friend, Oscar shot at him. He got a hit in the shoulder but the guy got ran off before he could give a kill shot. I'm private Ethan, you?" Ethan replied, giving a weak smile as he shuffled to stand on his own while Oscar stayed standing beside him. Ethan was of average height with light tan skin and a birthmark on his chin. He's got dirty blonde hair and grey eyes, seeming in his early twenties. 

"I'm Mikasa, I'm a private too. What's your mission? This town is meant to be left empty" Mikasa replied, keeping her gun lazed beside her but ready to use it if needed. 

"A small group of three men was sent out three days and reported in over a group of those with the sickness being within this town. The soldier who ran back to the camp to pass on the news was a man named Noah, he was bringing me, Ethan and Alfie, the last member of our group to this town for us to wipe out the infected. We reached back to this town yesterday, none who were infected was around at first. We walked around the town, setting up camp and going over Noah details. But while we were sleeping last night, Noah turned and killed Alfie. Since, it's like Noah is playing games with us. He keeps running around us, lurking in the dark before hiding up. He's got no weapons, we think, I took Alfie gun apart to stop it from being used. But Ethan is out of bullets and I'm almost out after Noah games. We're trying to get out of town but we think there's more infected around, we can hear them close ... it's like they're laughing at us sometimes" Oscar reported in, shakily running a hand through his hair as he glanced around like Noah would leap out to try and kill them before running off into one of the breaking apart cabins. Oscar seemed a year or two older than Ethan, he was on the tall side and held a bit of muscle to him. Fair skinned with dark brown eyes and light brown hair that reached his shoulders. He wore frameless glasses and held a medic armband on his arm proving he was a trained medic, or as close to one at least.