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Martin Sensmeier as Jorge Leituck

I had no idea how hard it would finding people that actually resemble the ones in my head but so far these guys work ahaha. If they're not how you imagine them then just ignore them :) I just thought it'd be nice to have a cast, sort of.

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Anyways, enjoy!
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Chapter 9

It was about five o'clock in the evening now and I was bored out of my mind.

I was currently laying on my back on the sofa, laptop on my stomach as I blindly watched self defence videos on YouTube.

There wasn't any particular reason.

Well, there kinda was.

I didn't want to feel hopeless again, so I resigned myself to digesting this new information; grappling, how to punch properly and even how to escape a knife attack.

Apparently just grabbin the blade wasn't how you're meant to do it. I had shrugged, it worked at the time.

Halfway of my learning I had grown disinterested, even though I had been so eager when the idea came to me.

I was here to catch a break for goodness sake.

'Treat it as a holiday of sorts.'

Edwin's voice when he had first suggested the idea to me drifted back into my mind. I nearly scoffed.

I had at first, but there was no way that was possible now that I knew what the world was also possibly host to. Humans weren't at the top of the totem pole.

We weren't the strongest. We didn't have the power. I was surprised that other creatures hadn't crawled out of the woodwork yet and overthrown us like in some dystopian novel.

In fact, why hadn't they?

All we had was guns and our brains, and only few knew how to use either properly.

They probably had a heightened sense of strength and intelligence. Was that why? They knew the chaos that would occur? But, just like us humans, there had to be good and bad.

Does that mean the demise of Marissa was because of one of these rogue creatures of fantasy?

Or it could just be some batsht crazy guy but, hey, how am I meant to know?

I exhaled and put a hand to my forehead. I was burning up.

I scowled to myself, that was probably because of my snow fiasco earlier on today.

I went into the kitchen and poured water into the kettle for a pot noodle, I was in no mood to cook something fancy and delicious like Amber. Not that I could anyway.

If Edwin were here he'd scold me and force his own cooking on me. I smiled, stood leaning against the island as the kettle boiled in the quiet of my house.

As I had predicted earlier it had begun to rain. At first it was quiet and soft but had become torrential over a period of half an hour.

The rain calmed me. It reminded me of back home, where it rained practically all the time. In fact, I probably saw more sun here than there.

I was hypnotised by the falling rain until the click of the kettle had me pulling my eyes away.

I filled the cup with the hot water and stabbed the fork in it, bringing it with me into the living room, the aroma of chicken and mushroom making my stomach growl.