Kapitel 13: The Abandoned City
The city was large. Despite being on the outskirts of it, you could easily see the giant buildings in the distance.
Stella walked close behind Lucas. She stared at his boots, tracing each of his steps so she didn't have to mark her own. If she did that, she may risk experiencing the carnage around them.
She was afraid. Her delusions of heroism that were crushed when she looked into the lifeless eyes of that boy. She furrowed her brow. Her face contorted as if she had bitten into something sour.
She had never been to a city before. She had made sure to steer clear of all of them. She knew better than to wander aimlessly into the most dangerous parts of the world.
Her breathing became labored, and her legs shook. Those eyes. It was the eyes. It was always the eyes. Dead bodies. They were everywhere. It was not a city, but a graveyard. But it wasn't just the fact they were dead. It was those eyes! Those damn eyes! She couldn't get it out of her head. They had just gotten into the city, and it was already too much for her to bear.
Her knees buckled under the weight of her overwhelming sorrow. Tears veiled by the mask she wore ran down her cheeks. She wanted to leave. She wanted to go back to the cabin and stay there. Who cared if there wasn't enough resources? She'd find a way! It had to be easier than this! It had to be!
She covered her mask with her palms as if she forgot her face was already hidden behind the mask. Lucas crouched down beside her. He didn't quite now how to deal with something like this.
(Lucas: "Woah, woah, what's wrong? What's the matter?")
Stella continued to bawl. The baby she had in her arms began to cry with her. She took off her mask and tried to get ahold of herself, but the harder she tried, the harder it was to stop.
(Lucas: "Hey, hey, hey, look at me.")
Stella didn't dare look Lucas in the eyes. Her face was red with embarrassment. She knew she shouldn't be crying. She shouldn't be, but she was, and she couldn't stop it.
Lucas felt like he recognized this situation. Though he had never seen this before, he felt like he knew this. He had been through this before. The deja vu was intense.
Lucas was suddenly somewhere else. It was was a foreign land, and yet so familiar. He saw a face speaking to him. A face he didn't recognize. They spoke and yet he could not hear.
He was in the middle of a city. Buildings towered over him. He saw apostles all around. People were around him, firing all their heavy artillery at them. He was on his knees, looking in the medial of the mob.
He was covering his ears. A gun sat in between his legs. What was this? This isn't something he remembered! Lucas' head hurt. He looked at his hands. His cold arms were exposed. His wrist had been cut, and it was gushing blood. It wasn't healing. It didn't heal.
He wiped the blood away curiously. He saw it. A cut so deep you could see the bone underneath. It was all so bizarre. When he removed his hands from his arms, the noise was still gone. He couldn't hear a thing, except for someone crying.
He felt something creep down his face. He wiped his eyes, smearing blood onto his face. Was he the one crying?
A man came over to Lucas. Lucas didn't look at him, but he could see him speak. His mouth moved, and yet he heard nothing from him. He suddenly grabbed Lucas' face and forced him to look at him. Lucas' mind seemed to click and the man got behind him and wrapped his arms under Lucas' and pulled him away from the mob. He pulled him to his feet, and they ran in the opposite direction.
Lucas came back to his senses. Stella was still crying. He looked behind toward the road which continued north.
(Lucas: "Shit!")
He saw something down that road that hoped he would never see again. The spider stood just a hundred feet away from him. That same spider. One eye was missing, but that one green eye that remained stared at him with the utmost contempt. It still even had that same arrow Stella shot it with right in its neck.
(Lucas: "Stella! STELLA! You need to stand! NOW!")
Her entire body shook with fear. Lucas was beginning to panic. He looked around for something. Anything! But he found nothing of use.
He got up behind Stella. He stuck his arm in between hers and began to pull her away from the fray. Lucas was already out of breath. He struggled in vain. Her entire body locked up. He couldn't pull her any further.
The spider slowly approached. With every step it took, Lucas could feel his heart quite literally stop. Those lapses in beats weakened him significantly.
He looked up at the spider and down at Stella, who saw it and had stopped crying, but she hadn't quite come back. She was in a state of shock.
Lucas bit his lip so hard it began to bleed. But then, it all seemed to come full circle. He realized what he needed to do. Lucas grabbed her face and directed it towards his. They looked at each other for a moment.
(Lucas: "You need to get up!")
Stella still looked shocked. Tears still rolled down her face, but she nodded meekly. Lucas pulled her to her feet by the arm and they began to run. The spider shrieked at them and crawled at full speed.
It was faster than them. It was going to catch up soon. Lucas needed to think of something, but he was too panicked to think. He was shocked that even worked, and now that they were running he didn't know what to do.
Lucas then realized something. He had the crossbow! Lucas stopped in place and flung around. He pointed the crossbow right at it.
The spider halted to a stop. It got into a defensive stance, it's abdomen sticking in the air while it's head was low to the ground. It was ready to pounce at any moment. Stella stopped to watch this standoff between the spider and Lucas.
Lucas kept his eyes fixed on the beast. His arms shook slightly. He was afraid. He still didn't want to reveal his immortality, which is the only reason he didn't rush toward the spider, but if that's what it took to finish off this fight, then he'd do it in a heartbeat.
His finger rested on the trigger. They both were frozen. Neither of them moved. He wanted to keep it that way.
(Lucas: "Don't you move!")
The spider cocked it head as if to say "or what?" The spider was arrogant. It lifted its leg and cocked its head once more haughtily. For a second, nothing moved. The spider then let it's leg drop. Click. Lucas pulled the trigger. Or so he thought, but of course, nothing fired.
Lucas' mouth dropped in distress. The trigger didn't pull back. It didn't click!
The spider seized this opportunity and sprinted at full speed toward Lucas. He was done for. He was fully prepared to drop the façade and reveal his immortality. He almost let go of the crossbow. He was so close.
Stella suddenly reached over him and pulled a switch. Her hand touched Lucas' finger that rested on the trigger, and she pushed his finger down on it.
Thump!
An arrow pierced the spider's left leg, and it ran off to the right, climbing onto a building.
(Stella: "The safety was on, you idiot!")
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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Rangliste 
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