Chapter 118

Jeane swept her eyes on the boys that gathered chatting happily and didn't see Jeame, she wanted to go further into the camp in search for him, she turned and saw the woods, she decided to go into it.

She heard the chirping sounds made by the birds, as she walked without articulated direction, she find Jeame sitting on a fallen tree, she sneaked up to him and tickled him.

He only turned, she couldn't make out his facial expression, she grimaced "sit" he said, she obediently sat by his side quietly.

Jeame jerked and tilted his head to the side "don't move, I will be back" he instructed, before absconding, Jeane shrugged and started pressing her phone.

Jeame trailed the footfalls till a big tree, there was a door carved in the tree.

Suddenly, a man came out with a sword, waving it carelessly, he looked at his assailant and decided to leave.

But the moment he turned, he had swung over his head and landed before him.

"You don..." before he could complete his statement, he was kicked on the side of his face.

Smack!

He was forced to plunge his head to the ground, Jeame left him pinned to the ground and started returning to where Jeane is, she has an earpiece in her ears, her eyes were shut enjoying the music, she was playing on her phone.

Jeame could hear a different heartbeat hiding away in the trees, Jeame darted to different trees, Jeane's assailant hiding away in the tress, eyes widened when he saw Jeame coming towards his direction,

Before he could react, he slammed his head on the tree, and slum, losing consciousness, while on the ground.

 Jeame returned to where Jeane was, she removed the earpiece on her ears and turned to him smiling, "where did you go to?" she asked.

"I will tell you" he stretched forth his arm, Jeane nodded and took it, the both of them left the woods holding hands, under the surveillance of pair of eyes.

Chin watched the houses that were lying waste, he turned around and saw many subordinates of Sylvester, killed by bullets or burnt to death by the bomb.

The team he had sent to survey the area for any survival came to him.

"Boss, no one survive the attack" his right-hand subordinate reported, he nodded.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," he said, and all of his men depart with him.

They got into their cars, and they drove into the tarred, one after the other.

A hand forced the debris away and it scared in different directions, he emerged from the ground, soaking in his blood.

He walked in between bodies and saw a man that was only shot, he bent down and bit him with his fangs, his body recovered quickly, and his flesh returned, turning to Sylvester.

He wiped the bloodstain on the corner of his lips, with the back of his palm.

He headed out of the destruction