81 Ch 81 | What should I do with him? (1/2)

The bushes in front of him wiggled furiously as if they were trying to create sound and frighten the shit out of Alexander with their hustling roar.

'What the hell is coming this way? Animal, human, or a ghost?' Alexander bit his lips in fear and thought. Every ounce of his manliness was sucked dry by the darkness around him.

With the fear slowly growing in his mind, he stared intensively towards the bushes, while his left foot was turned at a right angle in preparation of frenzy retreat.

However, as if someone was hell-bent on making him shit in fear, the bushes didn't stop wiggling but no one came out. Not even a shadow… Obviously, shadow can't come out, it was dark all around.

Time passed, second by second.

Cold sweat was now trying to drown Alexander, while his blood pressure was dropping down into the valleys of death while his eyes were focused in a straight line, not daring to miss a single movement in this crazy darkness.

Swoosh

Night breeze passed through his body, chilling it down further by a notch. His body shuddered a bit and his clenched fists tightened again.

'What the hell is that thing? Is it hell-bent on making me shit in open? Doesn't it know about the importance of proper personal sanitation?'

As if the thing behind the bushes heard his thoughts or it decided to not play with him any further, the vigorous movement suddenly died down. The wiggling and roaring of scraping bushes stopped too.

Silence!

A deathly silence followed it.

Droplets of sweat flowed down from his forehead into his eyes, blurring his vision a bit. But, Alexander didn't move. He was still focused.

Military rule: Never rest after the first intense attack. That's when you are most vulnerable!