The Fools of Remington Street

Chapter Forty Eight- Nyx

Of course I was forced by Isaac to lead a group of rebels to Chanston St.

The King's League had blown up a cafe and set anything they could find on fire in the streets-- including the deceased bodies of the victims.

I had my unit sprint down the street, looking for any survivors.

I split up from my group and strayed off into a nearly collapsed building. The walls were caving in and there were piles of broken glass sitting in a corner.

I turned on my flashlight that was installed into my Transer and ventured on into the building.

As I went farther and farther into the building, I noticed how dark it was getting. The only things I could see was what my flashlight picked up, and in this case, it wasn't much.

Then, I heard it: A quiet knocking noise.

It was getting louder as I walked deeper.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

It was more of a founding now.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

It stopped as soon as I walked into a vacated room.

Then I screamed as hands came flying at my neck, along with an angry face. It was a bony old man and he was trying to choke me. I pushed him hard so he went stumbling back into the walls.

One of his eyes was looking up while the other focused right on my face.

"You have two get out! They came for me, young girl. . . They'll come for you!" He had a crazed, raspy voice and he twitched violently.

"Who?" I questioned. I held my P-210 in my hand, but it kept shaking.

The man scratched at his beard. "The League of course." He gave a hearty chuckle and started twitching again. He started walking towards out my fear got the best of me.

I fired three times at the ceiling just to scare him off, and I bolted out of there.

I ran into Lux Carleton and he looked at me, bewildered.

I just mumbled. "Buildings clear."

He then turned to a young girl with an afro- Jacinta and told her to bring back the prisoner.

"What prisoner?" I paused. "Lux, you are not in command. You don't have permission to take prisoners."

"I had to."

"And why is that?"

"Because he was asking-" he lowered his voice. "For Ryn Archer. . ."