Shadow over the Frontline (Madness Combat x Girls Frontline)

Schizophrenie

Qilin POV

We've been walking for hours. But I think we're getting closer. Makes you really wish for a nuclear winter... wandering this wasteland...

What am I even saying? I'm going insane...

Shadow: are you even sure these incompetent fools at the syndicate can help us with our Hank problem?

Qilin: I sure hope so. I mean those fuckers have it out for him like some second AAHW.

Shadow: you think so?

Qilin: I don't know... everyone wants to get their hands on this bastard. He's highly sought after...

Shadow: why do you think that?

Qilin: he's an enigma to them. Something they don't understand. Just like us but compared to him we're just ordinary. Or seem more like it.

Shadow: they don't know what they're dealing with. Hank can't be reasoned with, nor controlled. I'd be surprised if that bastard even has a shred of humanity in him.

Qilin: he probably joined up with this stupid ass PMC just for the promise of getting to kill things. His bloodlust... there's not a lot that scares me but this guy... just what horrors lie behind those blood red goggles...

Shadow: he always had an unnerving presence.

Qilin: you ever had an encounter with him?

Shadow: no...

Qilin: you're lucky... he ruined entire sections... entire SFOD units... that guy is something else.

Shadow: I think you told that before.

Qilin: heed my warning. If we ever run into that guy unprepared, we'll be walking away without our heads on our shoulders...

Shadow: that's why you're so damn cautious?

Qilin: trust me. You don't want to mess with that guy. His bloodlust is unlike anything I've ever seen... not even Deltas are that bloodthirsty... not even Zeds... that guy makes me shit myself, I tell ya...

We kept on walking the empty street. It was open and exposed but we both were tired and we just wanted to get to the syndicate as fast as possible. I doubt we'll run into anyone anyway...

Shadow: you miss Nevada?

Qilin: where does this question come from?

Shadow: just curious if you're getting a little homesick.

Qilin: what's there to say? This shithole we call home is drenched in blood and cruelty. While we are at an perpetual unending war in Nevada, there seems to be all quiet here... the aftermath of a war where people are fighting for what remains... I don't know... do you miss Nevada?

Shadow: it was our home in some way right? It was shit and really dangerous but it was home... where we came from and where we belong...

Qilin: still... even if we're not welcome here... this place is beautiful... all the nature... the sky... the fresh air... I don't know. It is home but I guess it's really good to have a short break from the nonstop bloodshed back at home.

Shadow: true to that.

Qilin: besides. I need to make a lengthy report one we get back and see to it that Lockjaw gets a proper burial with military honors... it leaves a bad taste in my mouth that we abandoned his body...

Shadow: we're stranded in this hell. I'm sure he'd understand. You think he'd have preferred cremation?

Qilin: I don't know and I don't care. All I know is that we'll have to bury his dogtags and that's it.