Chapter 30: Desperate Times

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As we’re walking back to the hideout, Zeke starts talking.

“So, I think I stumbled on some good news,”

“What’s that?”

“I heard that a gal escaped a lynch mob, took off into the swamp. Probably hidin’ in one of those bootleg shacks back there,”

"Alright, thanks, I’ll check it out,”

“No problem, brother,”

I split from him and head for the swamp.

When I arrive, I see a shack a little further.

I head over to the shack and open it up.

“Hey, Kuo! You in here?”

I hear no response, so I close the door and move on.

There’s definitely more shacks around, moonshine is a commodity here.

As I look for the next shack, the fog gets denser. From the dense fog, I hear scuffling going all around me.

Suddenly, a humanoid mutant jumps out at me. I catch it’s claws and fry it with electricity.

“You guys are gettin’ annoying,”

After I say that, I catch a hint of something that smells like gasoline.

I can’t focus on it long since another mutant runs at me.

This one instead has a bloated, green head.

I take the Amp off of my back and stick the prongs on either side of its neck.

Before I could fry it to death, it explodes into a cloud of nauseos gas.

“Cough cough Damn gas monsters,”

For the next twenty minutes, I’m searching the shacks, but with no result.

Suddenly, I hear an explosion from the distance.

Right now it’s my best lead, so I head over to the source.

When I get to the source, I find many, many bodies of militia soldiers littering the ground.

“Who the hell..”

I smell the same gasoline-like smell.

Just over the haze of the fog, I see a figure.

I call out to it.

“Kuo?”

The figure turns towards me and disappears.

Puffs of a hazy substance circle around me.

Suddenly, I’m tackled to the ground and a hand is trained over my face. 

In reflex, I raise my hand to the face of whoever tackled me.

She’s a black woman and has red and black dreads tied up above her head.

Her eyes widen from realization.

She hops off of me and backs away.

“The Demon?”

I get up, getting ready to retaliate.

She backs away and puts her hands up.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Cole MacGrath. I’m a fan,”

Just then, I notice that she has a Blast Core in her hand.

I point to it.

“Where’d you get that?”

“Off one of these fools. Thought it was kinda pretty,”

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