Separated

Chapter 18 - Nikolai

New Chapter!!!
He's a trouble maker hahahaha 💀☠️
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We arrived before the intended time to have a look around the place. With no obvious signage or clear routes besides the public hiking course, getting around and being aware of your bearings was a task.

From past experiences Taylors had mentioned, they arrived promptly on time. And that, was what we were expecting.

Apparently, we weren't given such luxury.

Upon arrival, unfamiliar and broody, flashy, unsophisticated men with their overly too bright fluorescent clothing stood guard with interesting weapons of choice. All of them seemed to be thrilled to be here. Many of them smirking with the hopes of blood.

I didn't expect them to appear more like a gang, with no real class system and their lack of camaraderie. A little inspection and I notice some of them were high. Their pupils dilated to the size of marbles, faces gaunt and malicious intent emanating off from each and every one of them.

But that wasn't something I was concerned about. They might be high and wake with too much of a rushing feeling, but they can't comprehend shit. What I was concerned was the area we were in, and danger of the environment itself, combined with weaponry and their mental state.

It did not seem like the best combination.

Regardless, I approach closer and so do my men. We're here for a reason. A reason and a task I will complete.

"So nice of you to be so keen for our arrival. What an honor." I start off but was cut short when a bullet fires off in the distance, followed by a crashing noise.

They didn't shoot. We didn't shoot. Who was that?

But that didn't matter. That was all they needed for them to attack us, for chaos to begin.

My men didn't hesitate and began firing their own bullets towards their targets. Shots were fired and elicited screams and cries out of desperation and agony. One they will not get out of until their last breath. Until their last heartbeat.

One by one they begin to fall, and I continue to witness how weak and useless they were. Blood spills every second and the more that splutters out of the body, the more content I felt. However, an irritating unease settles within me.

Everything has a beginning. Everything has a time and place. And it all starts small  . . . and easy.

The firing starts to ease and for a second, silence falls. All my men were standing guard, still with their weapons, some even beginning to collect weapons from the MeX's as everything from the naked eye seemed to have finished.

But I should've known better.

Within a split second, we were surrounded by plenty more. Only this time, they were dressed nicer. In real combative wear, with plenty a rifles, pistols and possibly more hidden on their body.

And then they begin to rush towards us.

"Split!" I yell, signalling for my men to do everything to make sure they come on top and prioritise their own life.

Many headed my way, which we were no surprise and I acted accordingly. I grab any limbs that come my way and thrust it towards the centre of their body and shove them onto the ground before ending their life.

They had more skills and possibly more experience, given it takes a few more minutes to kill them compared to that of the group earlier but they weren't as skilled as my men were.

Or so I had thought.

Still combating a guy with unfortunate set of eyes, I take a sweep of my surroundings.

None of my men were around.

While some of their forces were on the ground, blood seeping out from them like molten, many were coming my way.

I was outnumbered by a force of them.

Finally finishing this lowlife, I make the cowards decision. If I wanted to survive this on my own, I needed them to lose sight of me.

While firing a few bullets to end a few lives where I can, I run.

It didn't matter where I was running, I had a basic idea of the place in my head and so did my men. We knew were to meet when the place was clear.

They all continue to follow after me, firing some of their own bullets my way, one missing my arm by less than an inch. I continue to run, intertwining around trees, stopping at places where they don't expect and then running again.

I loose sight of many, this can be at first sight be a good thing but can at times be the most concerning. But I still had few running behind me, so I suppose that was a good thing.

I fire a few more shots and realise I was running out of bullets. Fuck.

I continue to run and make my way through bushes before I leave a certain area of the place when I find someone who I was certainly not expecting.

Why the hell was she here? With a rifle and gun in her hand. Her clothes the same kind from when I saw her on top of the hills aiming for my head. Again, not a single piece of protective gear on her. What in the world was she doing in the forest all by herself?

With no thinking or processing, I grab her wrists, yank her to stand up and force her to run.

"What are you doing!? Let me go!" She yells out of pure anger, which in this circumstance, she had every right to be.

"Just keep running." I tell her as we swerve around trees and bushes.

"You better explain to me what the hell is going on." She puffs out while we both continue to run. Not going to lie, her angry was an interesting sight. Her with any emotion on display was an interesting sight. It was a shame I can't focus on it one hundred percent.

"An unpleasant meeting with enemies and an unfavourable turn of events. That's what."

"And here I thought you were magically friends with everybody." She rolls her eyes. How was she able to speak so easily while running and then roll her eyes? Fascinating.

Another shot fires and misses her by a fraction. But that was all it took for her stop in her tracks and fire shots of her own. She takes at least four of them down and as much as I'd like to watch her kill men, from the corner of my eye, I could see more approaching.

Once again, without consent I grab her wrist and pull her to run again, she gives me an annoyed look but complies anyway.

We run as more weapons; this time some sort of knife flies our way when I recognise where we were headed for.

There was a waterfall ahead.

We were fucked.