Chapitre 3: Ch.03
"How do I get this thing to fall on its side?"
[Try breaking its leg joints]
"You mean those kneecaps on its legs?"
[Yes]
"Sure that sounds like a great plan, the only problem is with what? I don't have a weapon that can do the job."
"So what now?"
[Make it or obtain it]
"I don't t know how to make it nor do I know how to obtain it."
Suddenly a loud shrieking follow by a scream came from behind me not too far away
"What the fuck?!"
After looking back for 2 minutes I turn my attention back to the Borga who is sleeping quietly as its body swayed a bit from left to right.
I ponder silently while sitting on a fallen tree until an idea comes into my mind.
Suddenly I heard a bloody scream coming from the same direction as the previous scream.
"Someone help us!"
I stare in the direction of the desperate cry and wonder as to what I should do.
"Someone is in danger, should I go? I don't know if it's a trick to lure in new Descenders or if someone really does need help. "
As I continued to take my time and think of whether or not to help another scream was then heard from the same direction, however, this time there were no words heard just screams.
"I don't really want to help but if they're just going to keep screaming I might as well check to see if it's a fake or not. "
I stand up and dust off the dirt on me and steadily walk towards the direction of the sounds.
As I get closer to the source of the disturbance I noticed a red liquid puddle with a smell of metal.
"Blood? "
Upon exam the puddle I notice footprints that were made by a human due to the imprints design of the bottom of a shoe but not only human I also identified many small footprints of 4 toes.
"A descender being chased on the first floor? Must be a newbie like me. "
Following the footprints steadily I notice more and more puddles of blood started appearing around me.
"This person must've lost a lot of blood, hopefully, they're still active "
As I follow the trails I heard noises behind a tree where alongside the roots of the trees was a massive pool of blood.
Crouching behind a tree I waited for whatever is making the noises to show itself.
As I wait I hear noises that sound similar to animals eating, except these noises are wetter and rippy.
2 hours pass by and as I start feeling a sense of hunger and fatigue myself I noticed a group of Woompas ,who were all cover in blood and bits of meat , carrying nothing but arms and legs.
Woompas are creatures who have some level of intelligence that allows them to form a small pack. Sadly they're known for challenging creatures stronger than them due to their limited sense of danger. Not that dangerous when by themselves but in a pack of 4 or more can be a real problem.
Once they got far enough I got up and head towards the source of their meal.
As I take a turn to look I saw what was left of a fellow descender who was now missing some limbs and organs, as evident by the open rib cage.
I look around to see if there was anything I could salvage from this individual since there are no laws regarding looting a fellow descender.
I managed to find a knife and a gun, however, the gun was empty and there were no magazines to reload it.
"A knife and a gun will do just fine, for now, hopefully, you don't mind me taking these. It's not like you'll be using them anytime soon yourself "
I put the gun into my backpack while I wield the knife just in case anything tries to munch on me next.
As I head back towards the sleeping Borga I stumble upon a pack of 5 sleeping Woompas, all of which seem to be hurt due to the injuries surrounding their bodies.
"Did they fight something stronger than them? This is a chance to try out this knife but what's the best way to quickly finish the job but cause the least amount of noise?"
[Woompas have a very soft neck compared to their head and torso, the best approach would be to quickly slash their throats seeing as how they sleeping a fair bit apart.]
"What if they try getting help?"
[They do not have the capability to think of such a solution since they have a one dimensional way of thinking]
I approached the closest Woompas which was laying far left. As I get closer I remind myself that there's nothing wrong with what I'm about to do and grip the knife handle tightly.
Without an ounce of hesitation, I quickly slash at the Woompas throat, cutting through it easily like a hot knife cutting through butter. Except this butter awaken and try to speak but was unable to due to the deep severe cut in its windpipe.
As the thing continues to stumble around it started losing more and more blood before finally succumbing to its injuries.
The moment the body touches the ground I felt a sense of energy that for some reason seems to emerge out of nowhere. I take the moment to let the energy disperse throughout my body as I prep myself for the next Woompa.
Once the energy has settled down I walk to the next Woompa carefully and focus my eyes on its throat before quickly slashing it cleanly from one side to the other. This time the Woompa did not awake, instead, I watch as its body started losing its grip on life before finally dying.
Once again a strange sense of energy emerge within me this time however I instead went straight towards the next victim instead of waiting for the energy to settle down.
Two Woompas were sleeping soundly against a tree closely together, it almost looks adorable had these creatures not looked disgusting.
As I walk towards them I notice that they were laying evenly allowing me to slice both with one good swing.
I stop in front of the sleeping creatures and raise my right arm up and grip my knife tightly before finally swinging the knife across their necks.
After doing so they both awoke to the sight of a young man with a bloody knife standing in front of them looking down at them, sadly all they could do was squirm their body around as their arms slapped one another due to the shock of being sliced.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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