The New Era |Apoclypse Sequel|

Chapter Fifteen

Harry's pov.

«Look», I snorted, «We've been trying for more than twenty-four hours. It does not work»

She screamed in anger and kicked the wall.

«We've been through eight of these passages!», she said through gritted teeth, «According to the runes, two of this tunnels are left, okay? So, if we want to get out of here, move that blessed ass of yours and help me!»

I rolled my eyes and tried to hit every remaining corner of the earth around us. Somewhere around those walls we should have found a passage, but this time it seemed impossible.

«Listen», I tried to speak without being attacked, «Did your wonderful symbols tell you if you need blood to find it?»

«Blood?», she opened her eyes wide, «Are you an idiot?»

«I'm not an idiot! Kind of like paying a toll. You, little girl who broke my balls with that Harry Potter of yours, should know what I'm talking about!»

She looked at me disgustedly and I knew she was going to argue, but I wouldn't let her. I picked up a stone that looked sharp enough and I ran it over my wrist. It burned a lot, but without thinking too much I touched all the possible parts of the ground under her gaze with the pupils dilated by thirst. I tried to hide the blood from her eyes, and luckily as I suspected, that was what was needed to bring down the earthen wall in front of us. Jenna walked over, looked at what had just happened and without looking at me she spoke to her nerves.

«Say... couldn't you do that a day ago?», she raised her voice.

«It occurred to me only now. And you should thank me that I thought of this, piece of arrogant», I growled as I moved forward.

We were presented in the exact same place as before, but this time there were huge boxes scattered around the ground.

«W-what is that?», she worriedly asked, pointing to a pair of shoes protruding from behind one of the boxes. We both approached cautiously and we found a body lying behind it. It was a man with dark skin and full of tattoos. He was hurt, but he was still breathing. That couldn't be good. «Do you think he's dead?», she asked me.

«No, he is not»

I knelt down and I shook his leg, hoping I never did. He launched himself at me with such violence that my head hit the ground.

«Harry!», Jenna yelled as she came to my rescue, «Leave him alone!», she tried to hit him.

«You», he growled, «Monster! You won't get me this time, you won't fool me!», he punched me right on the nose.

After that, I was practically forced to throw him on the opposite side of where we were.

«What the fuck do you want from me, you asshole?!», I yelled at him and he got to his feet.

«Calm down both of you!», Jenna yelled, drawing our attention.

I pushed the stranger against the ground that served as a wall and held him firmly to prevent him from trying to hit me again.