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Chapter 9: Betrayal

"Come on Arkin! We have to move somewhere else safer!" yelled Hans.
"Why?!" Arkin replied
"Because a sandstorm is coming up!"
"Wait what?!"
"The seasons are jacked up now! Hot is cold and snow is sand!"
"Since when did sand get here?!"
"Since the sand in beaches that were submerged were blown together and spread on the country!"
"I guess it is really the end of the world." he whispered to himself. Arkin packed his bags and followed Hans, he was soon followed by John and Justin.
"So...where we headed?" Arkin asked.
"We need to find a sturdy building!" Hans said, the wind started rustling against them, carrying sand along with it. They covered their face with handkerchiefs,
"If the country is a desert now, does that mean that there won't be rain any more?" John asked. "The world is dying, and we're gonna die with it." Hans replied. They continued on walking and walking, trying to find shelter. When Hans suggested that they should go to his headquarter when he was still working there, having nowhere else to go, they agreed. Hans led them through the city, hearing various noises that seemed inhumane. They chose to ignore it and continued walking, John noticed something in the distance and informed the group. Justin ran out to see what it was, it appeared to be a hand, poking out of the sand. He screamed in horror as the hand moved and grabbed his knee, Hans ran quickly to help Justin, the sand was blown away to reveal that the owner of the hand was a zombie. "Ahhhh!!! Help mee!!!!" Justin yelled as the zombie tripped him, the zombie was about to bite him until the barrel of Hans' rifle blocked the zombie's mouth, he shot its jaw off. Its grip of Justin's knee was still strong, so Hans shot the arm off. Justin quickly crawled away in horror while Hans finished the zombie off. Hans returned to question Justin's condition,
"Okay, are you bitten?"
"Almost but no."
"Scratched?"
"Obviously, look at my knee!"
A long scratch was dealt by the zombie,
"Well, bad news is that you'll suffer sickness and nausea."
"What?! Why?!"
"That's what my other friend experienced when he was scratched."
"But I won't turn right?"
"I don't know, he died because of another zombie before I got to know."
John comforted Justin, they continued on walking while the wind was running towards them. Soon enough, they saw a tall building that wasn't bombed.
"Hey, Hans. Is that the place?" John asked with Justin's shoulder wrapped on the back of his neck.
"Yeah, let's go!" Hans replied.
They ran off to the building that was labeled "Safe Zone" Hans knocked on the front door, with a speaker asking him
"Who goes there?"
"Hey uh, it's Hans, get Weliston for me."
"Oh, it's you again."
The reply confused Arkin and his friends.
"You know, ever since you left. The organization went downhill." He continued.
"Well look, I brought you guys a bunch of men capable enough to help you." Hans replied.
"Hold on, 'help you'?" Arkin butted in, he was quickly met with the end of Hans' rifle hitting his face.
"Capable men? Hold on, I'll get Weliston." said the speaker.
Moments later... Weliston arrived,
"Hmph, Hans. You again?"
"Boss, I got three men for you."
"You know, I already recently got a new soldier working for me. And I want him to teach you a lesson, Romer! Send out Soldier 23!" Weliston ordered. A hole in the floor appeared, the group looked at what seemed to be a deep and deadly pit. Moments later they saw a platform elevated by a machine, along with a strange figure riding it.
"Behold, my new warrior. Kyle! Your old friend!" Weliston laughed and cackled. Kyle stepped off the platform which was leveled at the floor, he brought out a dagger and seemed ready to battle.
"Oh crap, he seems really focused on killing us." Justin said,
"Oh, not you. Only Hans." Weliston butted in, as the front door opened and guards escorted the group inside, leaving only Hans outside. With a swift dash, Kyle jumped up, did a front flip, and sliced open Hans' neck. He slowly died as Weliston began laughing like a maniac, Kyle laughed as well, the laughing gas worked, Weliston was really in control.