Chapter 89 The Great Hunt 10 (1/2)

After a full 6 hours of rest, John emerged from the tree trunk and resumed his travel.

As soon as he left the tree trunk, he felt that there was something wrong with his body and mind. His body was slightly weaker and his senses weren't as good as they were.

But he didn't worry to much about it and just kept his full attention ahead.

Different from the previous landscape, this one didn't have a single body behind, from either Florans or creatures.

It was probably because of the higher amount of predators that would eat the corpses left behind without leaving a single bone untouched.

Every trace of activity by sentient races would be covered by the fast growing vegetation and predators.

It was only after so much time in the swamp that John had finally started to feel the effects of the poisonous fog.

In fact, the effects of the poisonous fog had started a long time ago, the moment he entered in the swamp, but just now it started to get worst that he started to actually feel the effects.

The dizziness and blurred sight was the main concern for John as he traversed the eerie swamp.

Headache, dizziness, blurred vision, and ringing ears. That was the symptoms that John was able to identify in his body. But the poison had a lot more afflictions than just this few...

[Damnit!] He cursed inwardly. [How am I supposed to deal with this!?]

He stopped by a tree, not because he wanted, but because he needed.

Soon enough he was able to feel his body growing weak and his eyelids getting heavier. He was getting tired even with the slightest move.

John bit his lips with all his strength to wake him up from the sleepiness.

He dragged his body toward a tree trunk and retrieved his Matter Manipulator from the PIPS.

”John...”

”What!?” John's eyes flared open as he looked around, searching for the source of the voice that had just called out his name.

He was able to identify the owner of the voice. It was a voice belonging to a person he didn't want to hear the most.

”John Connor...” The mysterious voice sounded once again.

John struggled to maintain his eyes open as he looked everywhere in his surroundings.

”You are dead...” John spoke in a low voice. ”There is no way you could speaking with me.”

”Oh, John Connor...I don't think I'm dead...”

John finally found from where voice was coming. When he turned around to look his pupils couldn't help but shrunk.

It was a middle-aged man with a normal looking face and build. He had a short brown hair and a pair of brown eyes as well.

”You...” Once he recognized the person, John couldn't help but slightly tremble.

It was the same person that still haunt John in his dreams, it was Mouro, the assassin that John killed in the Lunar Base 12, the first person John ever killed.

”Surprised to see me...?” Mouro was still wearing his miner clothes with the orange hard helmet in his head. He looked exactly like a living person if it wasn't for the gaping hole right in the middle of his head.

The hole was created by the bullet that John had fired at him back at the Lunar Base 12.

”This is just an illusion, a hallucination...” John mumbled while shaking his head. He couldn't accept that such person was still alive and had came back from dead just to haunt his life.

Blood dripped from Mouro's charred wound making his ghastly face looking even more eerie.

”You are a murderer, John...” Mouro approached John, one step at a time.