Otherworld

Part 40

Retired Army General Matthew Bearns paced through the quiet campsite. It didn't sit well with him that neither hide nor tail had been seen of Bridged and Arnold Callahan. He was sure that they were part of the reason why it was taking so long to defeat these uncivilized savages. If only he could destroy them, then this world would quickly fall.

Strange news had been reaching the General's ears. It was hard to understand, but it sounded like soldiers were reporting seeing ghosts and ghouls. Matthew could understand that from those who grew up in superstitious households, but surely it was all a mistake. No way could every single soldier be superstitious.

"Those two are behind this."

"Who is?"

Matthew turned and looked at Rubio. The man still bore a disfiguring scar from the attack that had almost taken those damn environmentalists lives.

"Arnold and Bridged. That's who."

Rubio's eyebrows went up. "You think they are still alive."

"I'm sure of it. Who else would be able to keep this world from us?"

"Maybe we can finish what we started all those months ago."

The General snorted. "There's no way that we can even find them in this mess of a world. They could be hiding right there in that forest and we wouldn't even know it."

"What do you suggest we do?"

"The hell if I know."

Rubio studied the landscape about them. "We could just dig in and wait."

"We are far outnumbered here. Our strength lies in the natives being disjointed and scattered about this world. We are losing and will continue to lose if they keep banding together."

Rubio shifted slightly. "We could release the germs we brought with us. Their immune systems aren't designed to fight off smallpox or malaria."

Matthew nodded. "Do it, but make sure that none of our people get sick."

Rubio nodded before he sprinted away.

Matthew returned his gaze to the forest surrounding them. "I look forward to spitting on your corpses."