chapter-41

"It's Smith, can you hear me?" Smith said after the SW was connected.

"Yes, boss, can I help you?" Tate answered.

"Our shooter was injured.

Do you have first aid on your vehicle?"

"Yes, what kind of injury did he suffer?"

"A claw wound to the shoulder, 3 severed fingers, and an open wound to the abdomen. "

"Okay boss, I'm coming with the medkit. Can your HMMWV come right behind the semi so I can jump on it?"

"Finished!" Smith blocked the intensity that wanted to get beyond the wound with makeshift bandages.

"Get behind the trailer!" He yelled at the driver.

"Juan bring me the med kit and tell whoever's behind the wheel to adjust speed with the HMMWV approaching our semi." Tate yelled at Juan who was carrying the empty box. "you have!"

He ran to the back of the semi and grabbed the med kit Juan had handed him. As he waited for the HMMWV to approach, he saw the masses of the Cravers gradually approaching their vehicles.

"Boss, hurry up!!

"Juan prepares more boxes of ammo at the exchanger!" He yelled back and forth between SW and Juan.

"Hurry up, hurry up!

Juan, after we got in front of the semi, started dropping the mines, but sparingly."

"Roger!"

Tate leaped onto the hood of the HMMWV as it approached after Juan answers.

Ryths watched the oncoming horde with trembling eyes, are these mindless monsters like the Bernett Group said? The leading Cravers rode the grotesque monsters, though their numbers were small compared to the size of the horde.

Belatedly, he now realized that Cravers were just stalling the scouts, first playing with them, like a cat catching a mouse.

But now the real hunt begins, and his animal instincts are screaming for him to get the hell out of there.

The turret above the articulated truck changes position with a counterweight. The ammunition box was in place and they awaited their faithful duty. "Prepare to drop the mine," he shouted to the Boatman holding the lever.

"Go!"

Under the high speed of the semi-trailer, the mine, shaped like an iron bar, does not fall into place but rolls on the road, as if getting a breather in the sun on the road.

clank.. clank...

boom! mm.

As Ryths held down the switch, he detonated the bomb.

Like a runner stumbling over a rock, the Horde continued their pursuit with only a brief pause. The growl gets louder and their speed increases.

As the horde was within the machine gun's area of ​​effect, it was overtaken by the turret. The used shell falls like a waterfall, as do the Cravers. But like a drop of water falling into a frying pan, it makes no difference. Horde morale was still alive. Falling Cravers have no chance of returning as they were crumbling into a bloody puddle under the horde's stampede.

As he saw the horde approach a hand reached,

"Drop the mines, drop five at a time!" Ryths shouted.

..

Juan's semi-truck,

"Damn! Damn!!" Juan swears while hitting the ammo selector with a wrench. Unless there was a cover firing from the other semi-final, no one can say what will happen to them. "The fucking nerd, I hate that fucking nerd!!!"

Juan threw the wrench to fend off the oncoming horde and pulled out the new modified shotgun. With two barrels, 4 calibers, if he would shoot this type of gun before, he thinks his arms will be retired already.

The gun barrel landed right in the face of the monster, who was trying to jump on the tractor-trailer. Under the slow-motion vision, he repositioned the barrel in the monster's mouth.

"Farvel!" Used the traditional old word to honor the friends who are now under six feet underground.

The matter inside the monster erupted from behind the skull, splashing into the rider's face and crushing him. Like puppets whose strings have been cut, they fall behind the semi-trailer and become one of the bloody puddles.

Juan rubbed his forehead with a frown and mumbled a little. "Well, compared to before, it was quite light."

"Don't stand there like a log and help me damn it!" He yelled at the other two that they don't know what happened.

...

Ryths watched the other truck stop firing. The Horde grew in size as firepower was halved. More and more Cravers are within reach.

"Grab it, Boatman." He throws the Mine Controller at Boatman and transforms into a werewolf with shiny silver-gray fur, rendering all clothing and equipment useless.

Boatman's mouth open, easily can be inserted an egg, looked up at the Ryths, whose head almost reached the high cubic roof of the container. He swallowed the little saliva to wet his mouth and nodded like a lizard.

"Huge ball, don't let the ammo run out. Do you understand me?" With a hoarse voice, Ryths reminds the last one.

"Leave me the parasites that get in our way."

As he says this, he swung his metallic claws to the lower jaw of the monster which leaped onto the semi. The monster's jaw has detached from its upper part. Ryths felt the feedback of his claws, it was like biting his teeth into butter, it's a very soft touch and the claws sink in with slight resistance. The craver above jumped into Ryth's face before the monster starts moaning without voice and falls. Ryths bite the throat of the attacking Craver with his jaws.

With the agile swing of his limbs, the Craver's grip on the roof changes the direction of his bodily momentum. Like a monkey, he swung his legs towards Ryth's face with his weight.

Ryths don't let Cravers do what he wants. Shortly after Craver changed the momentum, the bloody, flesh-covered right claws slammed into Craver's left calf. Craver's howl as part of his left calf was severed from his leg. It let go of the roof, it chose to brawl head-on with Ryths and ignore the bloody maw of the oncoming werewolf.

Ryths gnawed at Craver's throat and tried to pull him off the semi.

"Carefully!!"...

..

From time to time the Boatman dropped mines and watched the fight between two monsters. That's too damn he wants to throw up. While he was looking out for danger, the jawless monster pounced on the two who were fighting.

"Carefully!!"

Arms outstretched, Boatman yelled.

The lower jawless monster bounces as if pushed back by a strange force falling from the semi. "Hoop...Hoop. hoop." The Boatman tries to breathe in quickly as if drowning on his knees. Some blood trickled from his nose and cold sweat ran down his forehead.

..

Hearing Boatman's warnings, he saw the monster leap at them out of the corner of his eye, but it was too late. The Craver's claws dug into his skin and sucked his blood. He can't do it.

Bracing himself for the monster's claws to approach, Ryths increased the force of his bite.

But surprisingly, the monster bounced in the air and fell midway. He doesn't think too much as he tugs at the Craver, which no longer moves on the road. "Drop the mines, don't stop!"

...

Tate after arriving in HMMWV, the wounded guard was already in a dangerous condition.

"Boss, release the bandage on the wound." Watching Smith block the wound on the injured abdomen, Tate spoke, holding a suture device.

After the dressing has been removed from the wound,

"Fuck you!" He can't help but curse out loud as he watched the messy wound.

"Boss, we can't treat these kinds of injuries with first aid, we have to go to the ER. as he says and at the same time give the injured person a bloody colored syringe.

"We had to get back as soon as possible."

"But we can't just leave them behind, can we?" said Smith with dark eyes.

"Even if we wait for them here, there's nothing we can do. Are not you guys out of ammunition? We will simply become their burden. ' replied Tata.

"Boss, we're on our way, I need an ambulance, we have a patient urgently. Also, the semi-trucks need help. Over!" Smith contacted Kai and asked him. "Done! Is there anything else?" Kai asked from the other end.

"Chief, I want that kind of armor that General Daka wears, I feel like shit right now. I felt uncomfortable. I think I will go crazy if I can't take my anger out on them."

"Noted! Come back safely."

tutu...

"Full speed ahead, back to Bram!" Three HMMWVS deviated from their original course and headed toward the town of Bram.

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Kai looked ahead to where the bomb had been installed. The seemingly calm face was peaceful, were it not for the root-like veins of blood running all over his face. Each time he thinks they have a breather, each time fate fuck them up.

Smith said he felt bad, but what about him? He's so suffocated that the whole time he's been breathing he's been feeling like he doesn't have enough air in his lungs.

The heat and suffocating fermentation in his heart slowly turned vicious as it flowed like lava through his veins. He needs a way out, Smith tells him he's going to go crazy, but Kai, thinks he'll explode like a volcano if he doesn't let it flow.