218 Half-dead (1/2)

The investigation led to nothing after dozens of people searched the place. It was already unusual for someone like them to call for help since they usually move in groups. With everyone's carrier pack on their beck and call, the event became odd.

In the end, the event was wrapped up as someone being excited with their newfound strength and was trying out every step on the instruction manual. The small groups of people who came to investigate went back to what they were doing after accepting that conclusion.

Before Matias could leave, Kay stopped him on his tracks. With a seductive smile plastered on her face, she caressed his chest and leaned forward. She whispered, ”Follow me. You need to make sure that my mouth remains closed, right? Don't worry, we'll just have a little talk.”

Left with no choice, Matias accepted and the two entered a nearby house. What happened inside was up to everyone's imagination.

Bryan who was Matias' right-hand man arrived with back up. There has been an increase in encounter rate with the government forces these past few days. That's why the reaction to that distress scream was quite extravagant.

Why the scream? Who would scream so loud just to call for help? It was only people like them who can revive who would risk their lives in that scenario. Evolved carriers were still rampant on the streets and with the additional threat from the government troops who does not appreciate the way they live, they have to stick together and fight for their rights.

Ten minutes later, the two came out of the house. Matias appeared wary of Kay, while she smiled joyfully as she walked away from them.

When asked what happened inside, Matias just advised everyone to stay away from that crazy woman.

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A man in his mid-twenties carried an unconscious bloodied woman as he ran towards a certain manor. There were patrols that blocked him to prevent him from going closer, but the gentle voice that came from the house forced them to make way.

The survivors here have the same experience just like other survivors in other places. It was difficult and frightful to live every day.

Everyone was afraid of death.

After seeing the strange appearances of those who converted into something new, the slow people decided to keep watching by the side.

Every now and then this scenario would occur. Stubborn people who did not want to be converted would come running when they get in trouble. It happens every day and it angers the believers who take pride in faithfully giving their life to their Queen.

A mid-thirties man with short hair opened the door. He is the one who calls himself the Whisperer, the one who raised everyone's hope by introducing the Queen, a woman veiled in greatness and extraordinary power—the power to grant immortality to anyone who seeks it. Not much was known to her and the only one who knew her was the Whisperer.

The week prior, the survivors took the helping hand that reached out to them and accepted to be converted. Those people then revered the Queen for allowing such a miracle to occur.

People worshipped and volunteered to serve her. It even came to a point that people who accept the blessing but don't give in return (food, shards) were beaten up by these crazy believers. Seeing their valiant attitude towards serving the Queen, the Whisperer reluctantly accepted their services and became personal guards of the Queen.

The manor was guarded by dozens of guards from all sides. The main enemies they have were the spies that the government sends and the few Evolved Carriers that sometimes wander in the area.

The Whisperer wore a white robe looted from a church. He welcomed the troubled man and asked: ”What do you seek?”

”Please help her.”

”What can you give?”

”I... everything.”

The man lowered his head as he cried.

”Then are you willing to be converted too?”

”...yes.”

The Whisperer gave way and allowed the man to enter the living room. He then waved to the man who was eating snacks by the couch.

The man wore a leather jacket and leather jeans. He was leaning back on the leather couch while twiddling his feet on the table, wearing leather shoes.

The Whisperer already used to his getup told him: ”Carry the woman upstairs. I'll go ahead and speak to the Queen.”