Shattered

Chapter 7

Alexander regained consciousness to a feeling of warmth on his chest. He opened his eyes to see the furry form of Penelope laying on him sleeping. "So your wake." He heard a voice to his left. He turned his helmeted head to see a female black wolf with blood red irises, without a doubt she was Penelope's sister.

"So I am."

"You were the hardest life I've ever had to save. It was a four hour struggle to keep you alive." She said in an almost complaining tone of voice.

"Well My thanks for keeping me still breathing..." He slowly sat up from the bloody table and gently removed the slumbering cub.

"My name is Lupa. You should know Penelope was terrified that you were going to die. I'm surprised how easily she attached herself to you." The bewildered wolfess said as she watched him lay Penelope down on an adjacent clean table. "Thank you for saving her. I couldn't imagine what I would have done if she was gone." Lupa added.

"No thanks are needed. I did what anyone else would have. Plus she has kinda grown on me too. She reminds me of my sister." Alexander replied as he turned to the elder sister after taking care of Penelope.

"Where is she?" The wolfess asked.

"She...is a long ways away." He responded quietly. He stood on his two armor clad feet and groaned in pain as he clutched his chest. He could feel his hand on his chest. That meant that his armor was destroyed. It would take him forever to repair/replace it.

She grabbed him by the shoulders and softly helped him to sit on the bench like seats along the long table. "Be careful your wounds are not completely healed." She cautioned. He, with her help, sat down and sighed.

"I got a little banged up huh?" He chuckled.

"A little? You were practically falling apart when they dragged you in here!" She said angrily hands in her hips, with her tail whipping back and forth rapidly.

He laughed again hoarsely. "Wouldn't be the first time in my line of work."

She looked inquisitive, especially with one of her ears flopped down. "What exactly do you do?"

"I am a professional...monster hunter you could say."

"So you've seen these things before?"

"Oh many times, this is hardly my first tango with necromorphs." He muttered.

"Necromorphs? Is that what their called?"

"Yes indeed, I have been fighting these blasted things for a long time."

"How come we've never heard of them before?"

"They come from a far away place. Not any where close to this one, until now that is." He sighed and leaned back against the table.

"How did you get down here?"

"I was dropped of by Starfox."

"Starfox!"

"Yeah which reminds me I have a job to do. If you would excuse me." Alexander slowly got up and limped away pressing things on his wrist. She followed him curious. What was he doing?

Alexander walked down the cafeteria's long pathway between the tables. He saw that all the cornerians around him were looking at him. The guards looked awed and the civilians reverent. Ignoring the stares he sat down at an empty table and places his pistol and sword on it. He noticed that the pistol was almost empty. He expended allot of ammunition out there. He took the depleted cylinder and replaced it with a fresh one. Then he oiled the gun and made sure it would not jam on him anytime soon.