Chapter Thirty-Six - The Art of Fighting Back

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Blur, everything was blurry, he couldn’t move anything—he felt some sort of pole up against his back, he couldn’t figure out what was going on.  “Commander?” the man tried to speak, feeling a sharp pain in his chest, “Commander?” he chocked.  He managed to sway his head just enough to flop it down, he could make out red in his vision, and a few shinny strips dangling from his chest.  “I didn’t sign up for this,” with all his strength, he looked up.  More red, there were bodies, lots of bodies.  “Commander??” panic filled his voice, “I volunteered to help kill the monsters, I didn’t sign up for this!” he cringed, red started to run down his chest, whatever they did to him, it started bleeding. 

His eyes started to clear; he could make out more definite shapes.  In front of him were bodies all right.  It was his entire squad—dead.  For the first time he could smell, he smelt gunpowder.  He struggled, tried to move his hands, blinked, then, it was there—a hideous face, yellow jagged teeth, it was covered in blood and filled with holes: a monster.  It was at that moment, the moment before the monster’s teeth closed in on his throat that he saw what happened.  The beast slayed them all, maimed and ripped apart his comrades.  And for some sick reason he was left strapped to a pole like a sacrifice.  Teeth closed in on his neck, and in the moment his life ceased to exist his ear heard one last sound:  click

 “Success! Success! Success!” a computerized voice repeated over and over, a terrified Commander peaked out of the old airport control tower, the monster, she didn’t think it would go after everyone else first.  Her ears were still ringing from the screams while the Ghoul tore apart the entire squad outside of her locked door.  For some reason she lucked out, it spared her, and it went for the cadet, Samuel. 

“Success! Success! Success!” the voice continued.  The voice was being broadcasted all across the country now.  Millions of people had been glued to radios for hours listening to the news of the experiment.  The entire nation of Redeme was leaning on this test, hoping it would work.  It was called the Extermination Method; the plan was to embed a small bomb in a man’s body—a bomb set to go off when the person’s heart stops suddenly. 

She stumbled over to the control board and slammed a button that turned off the automated voice.  Then her trembling fingers pushed and held another button.  “Cadet Samuel Elison will be remembered.  Remembered as the man who revolutionized our warfare.  But also as the man that sacrificed his life to save an entire nation.  I am looking at the results now, at least forty dead, but among them—the Ghoul,” her finger slipped off the switch, and she did her best to reclaim her posture.  She could sense the entire country cheering over the first human victory against Ghouls.  This would change everything.

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It wasn’t until the chilly next morning that Lilly reappeared at the fake rock in the desert.  When she arrived all the vehicles parked in the desert were gone and the tent was taken down, the only thing that remained was the rock. 

Lilly had gone back to her hotel room back in the USA for the night, where she managed to clean up herself, and get the blood off her clothes.  She didn’t like being in the underground fort, the shifting halls and thin corridors scared her, she had gotten so used to jumping, and was afraid she’d forget she can’t within the maze and kill herself in the thin halls. 

With a fresh pair of black jeans and jacket Lilly waited with the hood covering her head.  The rock moved and a man slowly climbed out of the hidden hole.  Once he was out he smiled at Lilly and popped a lit cigar between his lips, he was the same mysterious man from the corner of the tent a few days ago.  He flashed a metal object in one hand; he had a red button, and smiled at Lilly.  As he walked towards her a more familiar person pulled himself out of the hole, Sir Kelton. 

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