Chapter 11: Wasted?

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'Fricking fuck! I really should have made only one!'

Lon could feel his heart beat faster. Behind him is are eight adult humans fleeing and a cimexan chasing them.

Due to his curiosity and experimental habit, he created five corpse puppets with differing qualities from one another. He placed them in diverse, unusual places that will guarantee him an arrest warrant from police authorities because of his insanely, demonic actions.

If the Tribunal is involved, they will label him as a 'lunatic cult member', and their verdict is immediate execution.

"Humans!", a whistling sound was heard above them.

Bam!

A second later, a shadow leaped over and arrived at the entrance of the alley. It simply jumped and caught up to them. Effectively cutting off their main escape route.

Despair filled their faces. These underlings have been fighting it for straight ten minutes. They have showered it with energy bullets, causing it to bleed severely.

Imagine fifty-eight gardeners with preliminary gun training and ninety-seven thugs well versed with guns and has high accuracy, shoot the large frame of this insectoid at the same time.

No normal human could survive that.

Except that their mark is cimexan, known for their tenaciousness. Even with a broken leg, it has still the ability to jump and chase them.

There are repercussions for everything and this cimexan is certainly paying for it. More internal bleedings and muscle trauma in the whole body ensued after it did such an act.

The person in front of them abruptly stopped, turned around, and began shooting.

Zing! Zing! Zing!

They didn't know who was it but they are pretty sure he wasn't one of them. The winter attire alone is dubious and his accuracy is even worse than the gardeners that were killed.

"Humaaaans!", it bellowed and started to charge at them. Its intention is apparent as it wanted to crush them.

Lon didn't stop firing the 9th LO-65 handgun in both of his hands. Even with poor accuracy and precision, a bullet that he fired might save his life.

Especially that the man has become mad enough not to dodge anymore his assaults.

"Shoot, shoot!", one of those eight men also roared as he retreated backward. The others followed suit and began shooting in both arms. Even it missed, they would still gamble on it.

Instincts of self-preservation when in danger is a natural reaction of any living thing. The same applies to these people that desperately pulled the firing pins.

They didn't care if there could be a case of friendly-fire. Their minds were to fire and fire As long as this thing didn't die a true death, they wouldn't have a slim chance of survival.

The corpse puppet easily bypassed them. It didn't even look back while Lon kept firing and discarding the handguns.

There is no time to reload the energy clips he stole from the twenty men before. With twenty energy weapons looted, he always brings fifteen of them whenever he goes out in the north district.

This was a good way to have more time to shoot it down.

A slower man in the group was snatched by the appendages. The last thing he saw was the white clouds as he was lifted up, his body torn apart, thrown away.

Shkkkttt!

The sound of flesh tearing apart is similar to clothes being shredded. But this one is a lot sinister and crazier that sent cold chills in their bodies.

The pain didn't even register in the man's mind as he died instantly. This slowed them down momentarily because of the gory graphics but Lon grabbed this chance to shoot and run.

Even these gangsters are sicked of a bloody scene that they kept witnessing. Their mental fortitude is tough but not enough to completely stomach and be numb to pieces of bones and minced meat of their coworker's splash on their faces.

"Hummmannss!"

However, a strange thing occurred when they passed the point two passageway. One leads back to the plantation facility and the other one leads back to the ruined building.

Lon chose the latter while the remaining four that survived somehow went for the former. He didn't know these strangers and the place behind the collapsed wall.

It was a completely unexpected outcome that he would encounter the cimexan beetle once more.

The beetle upon seeing them split up howled madly. It did not hesitate more than a second to follow the one group that is completely out of the place.

It chased the corpse puppet.

This was witnessed by all of them. The one that called Ajoika didn't stop on his steps and led all of the survivors to a safer place.

And for that stranger? They wished that he escapes the pursuit of the beetle or at the very least stalls it until they have gotten reinforcements.

To survive in the underworld, one has to be vicious. That trait is the reason why they could live for so long and the reason why they wouldn't help him at all.

Is there even a benefit in killing this tough nut?

Lon wouldn't care about it as he heard the coarse roars of the cimexan.

'Holy motherfucking, god damn shit!'

Who would have known that he would only get a temporary peace before another great chase commenced?

Now, he has to flee once again from this rampaging, emotionally unstable giant that wanted nothing but to tear anyone to pieces.

Even if it is wounded, its ferociousness wouldn't degenerate. Instead, it will be further deepened until it dies or its point of hatred is resolved.

With a head start, Lon was sure he didn't need to excessively worry. It must not be forgotten that one of its legs is limping, handicapping its overall speed.

It is only a matter of time before he loses the pursuit of the beetle again.

Swoosh!

A high-speed object suddenly hit the hand holding the base of the coffin case. The near lesser subsonic sound still startled Lon, causing him to lose focus and the residual kinetic force made the corpse puppet wobble and accidentally drop the two things it was carrying.

Bang!

His body rolled on the rough landscape. But Lon didn't care about that as his eyes caught sight of something horrifying.

The speed of the running corpse puppet is roughly 23 kilometers per hour. Yet, the speed of that object surpassed expectations which made him sustain some bruises all over his body. This was done solely by the cimexan.

Lon was lucky that there was no sharp object near his landing area

However, the crux of his heartache is the inanimate object that fell.

The lower section of the casket for the second puppet was penetrated by a protruding steel bar. This caused the base not to last long and collapse on its own. The slimmer female body fell and rolled for a couple of meters.

Lon didn't know if it will be alright and will work if he makes some amendments later. The ingredients, efforts exerted and time wasted could possibly be wasted because of one idiotic reason.

A fucking face.

The culprit is none other than the closing cimexan with bloodshot feelings. The young man stood up, patted his dirtied clothes, and cracked his knuckles. All Lon wanted to do is to transfer the body peacefully.

"I'm pissed, fucker.", there was a hidden current of madness in his voice as he faced the beetle. The risks involved fighting an ordinary cimexan was tossed out of the window.

"Humansss!", this was the only thing it could say as it charged towards him. Though it has a wide frame in a charging position that will encompass him, Lon did things differently.

He also charged towards it while holding two LO-65 handguns. A foolish decision for others but an exciting opportunity for Lon.

In any combat situation, talking is useless. You would only be distracted and end up being killed. Especially in this situation that an unreasonable person clearly wants to kill him.

The shorter the distance, the slower his perception of time became.

25 meters.

20 meters.

10 meters

5 meters....

Right before the point of impact, Lon did something crazy. That action of his would award him a safe bed in a mental asylum.

Meeting it head-on is suicide. The human body couldn't possibly contest against a giant beetle. Jumping sideways to avoid it at that moment is impossible because of the wide width of its body. And sliding underneath it while the terrain is rough and uneven is a godly psychotic move.

It was precisely a psychotic move because this was the exact thing he did. The ground wasn't even a huge block of ice or filled with liquid that will ensure him to slide perfectly.

Either blocking this humongous force or jumping overhead is the only way to avoid this crisis.

Two and a half meters, Lon lowered his body and stretched his arms. There was no shadow of delay or nervousness found on those moves. As if he didn't care if it will succeed or fail at all.

"Hummmaaaannnn!"

'Let's see if I shoot you here'

One muzzle pointed into the small eye and the other one is pointed to the wide-opened mouth of the man.

Although cimexans are a whole different race, there are still some common features similar to a human.

One of those is the facial structure.

Zing!

To be exact, it was their eyes, nose, and mouth.

"Ahhhhhhhh!", the cimexan beetle stopped on its tracks abruptly. This caused it to tumble and roll on the ground in pain. Time resumed returning back on its original rhythm.

Blue blood continuously seeped from its mouth as it wailed. There was also a light scratch near its small red eye. Although it was close to the point-blank range, only the second gun created some damage.

Lon was sweating profusely as he stood up. That short risky exchange was a close call. His body could be crushed from the whole weight of the man even if he didn't die being rammed.

Luckily, lady luck is still watching over him as it rolled to a different direction and got the chance to escape the fate being sandwiched.

There were gaps below when it crouched and rolled away. That gap was efficiently exploited and used effectively.

Becoming a meat paste is one of the most horrible ways to die. At that thought, Lon shivered and thought that he had just used his last lucky star.

But the ordeal isn't done yet as the cimexan slowly stood up. This proved that they are a persistent race that is definitely harder to kill than a cockroach.

"Guragggayaahh!", this was all it could utter. It appears its tongue was also melted into a slag of meat and blood.

It charged towards the standing human with loose abandon. Only to be stopped short by a shorter hulking man. Its strength is weaker but it stood on its ground.

The time it took to stand up is enough for Lon to command the corpse puppet to return to his side. It was sent a little further away, delaying its arrival.

Looking at the still alive cimexan that wanted to eat him alive, it was obvious it won't stop until it is dead. Without explanation and long dialogues, Lon finally decided to do something else.

Instead of tirelessly running, it was better to eliminate the root cause of the problem.

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