Seasoning- Chapter 1: Ep 2

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[New Quest: Kill only 10 out of 23 blue goblins.

Prize: 3 gold coins

Time limit: 11 hours

Punishment: Death

Countdown until Quest: 39 seconds]

What is that?

[29 seconds]

What happened to everyone?

[18 seconds]

The last thing I remember is the bus hitting something

[9 seconds]

And then everything turned dark..

[4 seconds]

[3 seconds]

The bus is dirtier and darker, the air thinner and colder

[2 seconds]

What happened to everybody? What are those things?

[1 second]

"Latil, watch out!"

Liam's shout was so loud, yet my scream overwhelmed it. A monster latched its fangs into my left leg, it's gooey texture against my palms as I attempt to push it off.

"Latil!"

Sarah attempted to rush towards me before Elijah grabbed her and covered her mouth.

At first I couldn't hear his whispers but I'm sure he was trying to avoid the monsters which seemed to rely on sounds to navigate.

My screams didn't shorten but continued longer and longer until almost half the goblin monsters ran towards me.

"Grab my hand!"

That was the last I heard before Timothy held my hand tightly, lifting me onto a seat of the bus and Liam dragged the goblin off my leg, then threw it, surprisingly it turned to an almost liquid like puddle, unsurprisingly the rest of the goblins became even more agitated.

"The thing in front, it says we have to kill ten of these things!"

Liam took up Timothy's cotton supermarket bag, twisted it into the form of a ball around his hands, and began to bash it onto the heads of the goblins that came near us, one after another until there was only two left.

"Sarah!"

Sarah had finally escaped Elijah's loosened grasp. Alongside Liam she took off her black school platform shoes and thrashed the goblins until her black shoes seemed like they were blood red from the start.

[Quest complete.

Rewards pending..]

Before I could gain a grasp of the situation a shiny golden coin sat over our heads.

[Reward successful transferred.]

[Owner notified.]

'Owner?'

As though it could read my mind, it appeared, a horrifying sight that can barely be described.

"Welcome everyone. My name is Widow"

'Where's that voice coming from?'

Everyone stayed tense, huddled towards the corner which I sat in the back of the bus.

The goop from the deceased goblins came together, devouring the goblins which remained alive, until it became a single form. A lanky creature that has no color besides black and white, a creature with a proud noble voice in this situation.

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