Ghoul Target Practice
Without further ado, Blake flew off in the direction of the jungle that they had just emerged from not long ago. There were places he could hide in there that would keep him safe.
He chanced a glance back. Tong Li had sent a dozen ghouls tearing after him. Half of them looked starved. The other half looked as if they were new recruits.
They were all half crazed, as if they could not control their own actions and were simply obeying commands out of habit.
He didn't care about the new recruits. They wouldn't know how to deal with him and would only be easy picking for him.
It was the starved ones that he was leery of. They'd been around long enough to be starved which meant they were smart enough to have survived to this point.
Blake had weapons in his weapons cache. As a matter of fact, he had eight solid weapons, but they had only ever been used on living people. He had never tried to kill a ghoul before.
At the moment, there were at least twelve chasing after him. He needed to try something or he would be ghoul toast.
In desperation, Blake pulled the Glock 19 out and snapped the preloaded magazine in. There were fifteen bullets, so if he was accurate, he could take them all out.
He had to assume that weapons he picked up from the real world would actually worked on ghouls.
And why the heck not? He had beaten the crap out of Marvin with his bass guitar. All he had to do was shoot without any emotions.
Using his emotions would trigger the poltergeist action and send the bullet into the real world, which meant the ghouls wouldn't be affected.
He had a bit of a headstart so he was able to reach the forest before the ghouls could come at him, but once he was in the dense jungle, Blake lost speed due to all the trees.
He hid himself between the large trunks of the bodhi tree and waited.
The ghouls had split up into several groups and were hunting him in all directions.
He was still safe within the trunks of one of the trees but he knew as soon as he pulled the trigger, his cover would be blown, and at that point, it would be a mad dash to try and take down as many as he could before running again.
Three were coming at him. They were new recruits who were not being stealthy in the least. They were like bulls in a china shop, plowing through the jungle without finesse or skill.
Blake held the Glock and waited.
Three
Two
One
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Three of the ghouls dropped and turned into ashes, floating in the wind.
«Congratulations. You have gained 10 power points from: Ghoul. Active Aggressive Transference.»
«Congratulations. You have gained 10 power points from: Ghoul. Active Aggressive Transference.»
«Congratulations. You have gained 10 power points from: Ghoul. Active Aggressive Transference.»
The notifications popped up on one side of his visual field.
As the ashes blew past him, Blake held his nose. They stank so badly he could barely keep from gagging. Damn wind, blowing in his direction at the worst time possible.
The sounds from his Glock alerted the rest of the ghouls to his location. They made howling sounds like hunting animals that had caught scent of a prey.
Blake took off in a random direction. His only goal was to get away from the remaining ghouls.
If he was lucky, they would split up again so he could pick them off, two or three at a time. Too many converging in on him would be bad.
Real bad.
Four were gaining on him. He turned back and fired four shots.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Three dropped and turned to dust. He missed the last one. It came closer.
BANG!
It dropped and became a handful of ashes.
«Congratulations. You have gained 10 power points from: Ghoul. Active Aggressive Transference.»
«Congratulations. You have gained 10 power points from: Ghoul. Active Aggressive Transference.»
«Congratulations. You have gained 10 power points from: Ghoul. Active Aggressive Transference.»
«Congratulations. You have gained 10 power points from: Ghoul. Active Aggressive Transference.»
More alert notifications. Blake growled.
How the hell could he turn off these stupid notifications? Who cared how many points he got. He had killed so many that he had more red energy than he knew what to do with.
Blake quickly calculated the number of shots he'd used up.
It had taken eight bullets to take down seven ghouls, and that was only because Blake had been a ranked sharpshooter for a shooting video game he played for years.
Incredibly enough, it had trained him how to handle the Glock 19 well enough to be an almost perfect shooter. However, there were only seven bullets left in his magazine. He could not afford to miss any shot.
To his left, there were more howling. More ghouls were rushing at him.
These were the lean and mean ones, but they were hardly any smarter.
Why would anyone run after someone, yelling and howling at them? Wouldn't that alert them to the fact that they were being chased? Wouldn't a silent stealthy chase be more effective and less tiring on the vocal cords?
Blake took off in another random direction hoping it would not be the direction that would take him towards any of them. Sadly, he picked the wrong direction.
Up ahead of him, there were another group of the ghouls. All seven of them.
They spotted him and began howling with excitement.
Changing direction in mid-flight, they turned on him and converged.
With nowhere left to go, Blake shot up into the sky with the ghouls following at his heels.
As he flew upwards, he aimed the Glock down between his feet and pulled the trigger.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Click. Click. Click.
Damn. He had taken out all his bullets but there were still three after him.
Blake shoved the Glock back into his weapons cache and pulled out his ax. He didn't want to have to get this close to them, but there was no choice.
He hovered in the air, holding onto the ax and waited for them to approach him.