The Wanderers [Old Version]

Chapter 12: Stitched

Draco's POV

I was tired of this life already. Back in Lightstone we only ever had to run from a few guards who we could easily outrun.

Out here in the wastes we had to run everyday of our lives.

In the first few days we went from simple thieves to killers. Not by choice, either. It's fight or die out here.

The huge mountain range that Tropor was built on was starting to curve east. We followed the dirty abandoned road east now. We couldn't continue going south without having to climb a mountain.

I still carried Petra, Clara and my own bags. Nico and Rain each carried their own.

This road we walked on was mostly intact aside from a few cracks and knocked over street lights.

An Old World bus was smashed into the side railing of the road. It looked like it had been looted.

The trees that grew on the mountain side seemed to taunt us. Grass and vines grew down on anything under it.

Some birds chirped as we walked by. I never liked birds. They always annoyed me.

The country side here was actually nice. Unlike the lands before, it wasn't completely destroyed. It was left untouched for the most part. A few buildings and shacks were crumbling but other than that most buildings stood fine.

An Old World aircraft sat parked atop the roof of a building. The building stood mostly intact, except for a few shattered windows and a portion of the wall was collapsing.

I was always interested in learning about the Old World. Both Nico and I seemed to know a lot about it, although we never knew where we learned it from. If we ever made it to New Rome I would like to learn as much as I can about the Old World.

We rounded a corner of a collapsed police station and were greeted with the crack of a rifle shot.

A single bullet flew past me and hit the window of a car across the street. A loud alarm came on.

Nico and Rain pulled out weapons and took cover behind a car.

Clara and Petra ran to cover, I followed.

There were men in the trees. At least six of them, from what I could see. But none dared attack us. I assumed the plasma weapons Rain and Nico held scared them.

They were fiends. I could see their white pants and random trash that they wore on their head. Normally fiends weren't so passive. Why did they wait so patiently and not just gun us down?

Nico looked at Rain and nodded his head. I couldn't hear what they said. They both stood up and started shooting their plasma weapons into the trees towards the fiends.

I did the same.

I saw two fiends get hit and die before the rest opened fire. Bullets and green plasma shot up all over this quiet neighborhood.

The car alarm was loud and it worked just as it had been intended to. It was meant to alert the world of our presence.

A group of five or six more fiends ran from the trees behind us. They all had melee weapons so they were at a disadvantage. Petra and Clara both acted fast, grabbing the two laser rifles from my bag and firing at the rushers.

I didn't know Clara had it in her to be able to kill someone. She didn't just kill them. She cooked them.

The laser rifles worked differently than the plasma. When the plasma hit, it would seep into the bloodstream and literally melt them from the inside out.