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"Chapter" 4 Part 2 of 2She was patiently lying on her bed, arms crossed behind her head, and right leg bent, swaying back and forth.
As he proceeded forward he studied her features. Indeed, she had the resemblance of a fox, but not quite, there was something about her that didn't seem just as "foxy". She was darker.
In synch, both of their ears twitched upright. She was aware of his presence.
As she sat up Jank's pace slowed and he looked over her sexy bare body. His fur-covered cheeks flushed with blood, clearly impressed at her features, and her scent. She smelled like beauty itself, and it aroused all of his senses.
"What do you want, alter?" She spoke accusingly. Her nose sniffed at the air, aquiring information about him.
He stopped a foot away from the bars of her cell and could see that she was alone.
"Nice to meet you too, I'm Jank." He said half sarcastically, then wrapped his hand around the bar to disperse his weight.
Suddenly, her lips curled and she bolted forward, changing into the
"Chapter" 4 Part 1 of 2After a brief nod, the Dicerian led the way towards the Central City prison. His footsteps landed with soft thuds followed by the clatter of his armor, while Jank was nearly silent like a stealthy cat.
Jank attempted to make light conversation with the rhinoceros using the notorious; "Nice weather we're having, eh?"
"Yes, the weather control is much better now that the weatherman was replaced a few weeks ago with that alter."
"Agreed." He smiled keeping pace beside the soldier. "Any idea what they did with the guy?" He looked up to the Dicerian's massive head.
"Feh, I heard they tossed him to the streets at night and the Keirians got to him." The rhino huffed with a laugh flattering himself.
Jank lowered his head and stared at the ground below his striding feet. His expression dropped to shame, not knowing really what to say to that, so he drove his hands into his duster pockets. "I guess it takes an alter to please an alter, heh." Jank uttered.
"Pah! You said it." The rhino smirked le
"Chapter" 3 part 2 of 2Daybreak came slowly with the glint of light peeking through the shutters. Jank could feel the pressure in his chest, where he had been slashed, scratching at him to drive him out of his slumber.
"Oh..." He groaned, and then let out a sickening cough to clear his chest.
Beside him Jerome's ears perked at his companion's awakening. "Still sore?" Jerome asked without raising his head.
"Yeah, just a little." Jank growled making sitting up seem like an effort.
"You probably shouldn't move much-" Jerome tried to warn.
"Blah blah blah, I know, 'you still need to heal.' I've heard it all before." He murmured.
"And you're as stubborn as ever..." Jerome sighed under his breath.
As Jank stood up slowly he placed his hand to his forehead. He took in a deep breath, testing the pain in his chest, and exhaled a relieved sigh. "So what's the plan?" Jank asked letting his heand fall to his lap.
"Well, you and I can go about asking some more half-deads to assist us against the shrike." Jerome suggested
"Chapter" 3 part 1 of 2Central Capital City. It was the largest biosphere ever created and became center focal point of the world's population; housing a little over six thousand. Six thousand was considered to be a large population in this year, the year of 2157.
It had been just over one hundred years since World War III, the war to end all, had erupted. During this war over 1.5 billon died in battle, thus severely destroying the world's population. Over the course of the first ten years after the war, half a billion died due to insufficient food and supplies. Many who were survived suffered immensely from radiation poisoning; dying slowly and painfully. 1.7 billion died from radiation in just fifty years after the war.
For the ones who had survived unharmed, both man and beast, life would be an excruciating challenge to survive.
But before the War had fully set in, several scientists, with the aid of a few governments, banded together. Their cause was known as Operation Ark. Their goal was to collect as m
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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