Chapter 3 (1/2)
Chapter 3 - Mad Dog
A faint, cloying s his nostrils with its fragrance It was an intoxicating feeling that would
Two pieces of tough black bread, and a bottle of lightly contah-quality food before, and every single scavenger was lost in a state of incredible bliss
Cloudhawk's hands were shaking as he slowly unwrapped the waxy paper, looking al up a sacred object Just like that, the two pieces of hard bread appeared before his eyes Their fragrance grew even stronger than before, causing his mouth to almost immediately water Bread This was bread!
He had seen pictures of this before in books He never would've iendary delicacy would appear in his very own hands In the ruins, these two pieces of bread would be worth a man's life No They would be worth the lives of ten men!
Cloudhawk carefully, gingerly broke off a small piece of bread, then put it into histhe taste He first allowed his saliva to slowly soften the tough bread, allowing its unique flavors to spread across the tip of his tongue This felt so wonderful that it seemed almost unreal, and he felt coh this was all a dream
However, this wonderful dream was rudely and abruptly interrupted
A skinny buttowards him, machete in hand The man's face was covered with a hideous knife scar Who was this? It was theCloudhawk's meat just yesterday
He had come to take part in this activity as well!
Cloudhawk picked up his shortsword, glaring at the scar-faced uised hostility in his eyes He looked al leopard Yesterday, he had already eaten his fill and so there was no need for his were different If anyone dared to try and take his bread away froh that person's heart, even if itwith him!
”I'm not interested in your food!”
”Then what do you want?”
The scar-faced e look in his eyes, which flickered with a chilling look ”See that over there? There are only three diggers, but that truck is filled with bread and water All of us are arive it a shot?”
There were only three excavators guarding the truck, and none of the three were arhly likely that the excavators had brought them here to send them to their deaths Rather than sit here and wait to die, why not join forces and kill the three instead? Food, weapons, water… these were the s the wastelands had to offer, and they would be able to obtain all three at one go!
When the scavengers thought back to how utterly delicious the bread had been, their eyes couldn't help but turn bloodshot A coan to quickly rise within their breasts
Kill them all! Chop them into mincemeat!
The scavengers all began to rise to their feet The scar-faced lared at the irresolute Cloudhawk ”You comin' or not?”
All men had desires, and the desire for food and for life were ast the most powerful desires there were In fact, Cloudhaanted to join the in the ruins for so many years had made it impossible for hie, undersized youth… even if they did e to seize all the bread and water, would the scar-faced man and the others really share it with him?
The ansas quite obvious
There was no way the scar-faced le roll of bread Instead, all the scavengers would join together to wipe out the weaklings of their group… because with each person they killed, each survivor would gain a correspondingly greater amount of resources
And… would the scavengers even be able to succeed?
This seeainst three? The ansas obvious But, for sooing to happen!
Cloudhawk snuck a glance at the black row nuh a bucket of icewater had just been poured over his head
The savage-looking black h he could hear what they were saying
Their gazes met in midair
Cloudhawk felt as though he had been struck by a thunderbolt The pitifully lih to describe the feeling those eyes had given him!
That sharp, fierce glare contained an indescribable, awesoaze of aaze: All of you are nothing roup of pitifully weak prey You aren't even worth worrying about!
Cloudhawk could sense every h he was a juvenile anih he knew he had no chance of surviving, his subconscious desire was to fight back!
”Don't go” Cloudhawk suth he had to finally break their shared gaze, only to find that he had drenched hionna die!”
”You useless piece of crap!” The scar-faced ers, ”Let's kill those diggers, then come back and deal with this piece of trash”
”Alright!”
The twenty-plus excavators began to rimness Everyone who lived within the wastelands knew exactly what that griers had transformed into a pack of wolves… or, to be precise, they had beco their prey
Mad Dog was neither nervous nor ih the pack of hungry human wolves in front of him didn't even exist
He did give a glance to the skinny youth as silently squatting next to the wall, chewing on a piece of bread That particular scav was a bit interesting He was quite clever and sharp The kid's gaze had been almost bestial, filled with a certain stubborn wildness He had actuallyfor quite so down
Most ier Was that the reason why he had elected not to join the others in their suicidal actions? What an interesting kid!
”Whaddya doing?! You lookin' to die?!”
”You overestimate yourselves, you cockroaches All of you need to back the fuck up!”
By now, the other twotolooks on their faces as they cursed angrily The scavengers, however, didn't respond to them at all as they continued to draw closer and closer
”Eheheh C' let out a deep, hoarse chuckle that sounded like the hooting of an owl When he san to twist and turn like so arette to the ground, then used the tip of his boot to grind it into thepretty bored Step aside, rookies”
”Mad Dog, boss, don't…”
The two , then immediately shut their mouths They silently stepped aside, looks of syers
Mad Dog began to grin savagely as he slowly pulled out his two glea machetes The machetes were shaped somewhat like kukris, except the 'backs' of the machetes were flat while the blades were curved The blades were extremely wide and very top-heavy and would require tre was, after Mad Dog pulled the up his fists as he walked towards the scavengers
Why did he throw his weapons away?
Why was he able to face htest bit nervous?
Why was he walking straight towards a large group of arers by himself?
The scavengers had lost all rationality by now They had bloodthirsty looks on their faces, and they were bri was doing o fled their minds The scar-faced man let out a loud roar: ”Kill!” And just like that, the dozens of scavengers charged forwards like a pack of starving rels
The scar-facedat the forefront of his pack On his right was a scavenger ielded a er who held an axe These were the three strongest and roup, which hy they led the vanguard in this charge!