#when will he continue the godslayer chronicles??

[vid-writes]

Godslayer Chronicles Ch. 3

This story will not contain any romance or sex but it does contain violence so reader discretion is advised!

A week later, the group found themselves in Madison, Wisconsin. For the first time since the group first got together, they stayed in a building with the outermost four walls still fully intact. There was only one hole in the roof, and the group chose to pretend that the master bedroom, with the clawfoot tub and converted hand-pumped faucet for it, didn't exist. Emalia and Petra had curled up in the room that appeared to be a library with a couple of books.

"Oh, well, that's very descriptive," Petra whispered as she blushed and held the book closer. Her eyes were flitting across the page faster than Emalia had ever seen. Emalia chuckled as she continued to read her mystery novel. She had read her fair share of romance novels but never as enthusiastically as Petra currently was.

"Lunch is ready, and then we need to move on further south around these Great Lakes," Jalinda announced as she popped into the little library.

"I'm just glad we found that gas-powered bike capable of pulling the bigger wagon. Now we can take on another couple of small wagons since we have more free bikes," Petra said as she stretched up from her chair.

"And a few gallons of gas in that gas can," Emalia added as they headed for the kitchen.

"Well, I'm grateful that the stove was gas-powered on a localized tank with plenty of extras in the garage," Jalinda smiled back at Emalia and Petra.

"Thank God for doomsday preppers," Anton called from the dining room.

Breakfast was a mixture of random scrambled bird eggs, Spam, and bread that Petra made. Usually, they only had bird eggs and bread, but there must have been more Spam here than they initially thought. As if reading Emalia's mind, Anton spoke up around a mouthful of his food.

"We found a whole extra pantry full of Spam that lasts another three years. We took all the food, and the Spam filled half the small wagon, so thankfully, Micha could ride his bike again." They all grimaced as food fell out of Anton's mouth. He just used the bread to shovel it right back into his mouth.

"I swear you're worse than a cow when you eat," Jalinda groaned as more food fell out of Anton's mouth.

He laughed.

"Oh, come on, we know only Petra grew up on a farm." Anton swallowed his mouthful of food and groaned with delight. Everyone at the table threw their used napkins at him.

Once the group had cleared away breakfast, they started to pack up the supplies they hadn't packed yet. In Emalia's case, this meant packing all the new clothes she found in one of the rooms here. It looked like they had belonged to a teenager going through a rebellious phase, but since Emalia's body looked like a stick, she took most of the shirts and a few pairs of loose pajama pants. As for the jeans that she chose to leave behind, they couldn't get up and over her one asset. Her ass.

With her bags packed and strapped to her bike, Emalia turned to her and the rest of her friends to load up stuff. Anton and Chaylen were arguing over who got to ride the gas-powered bicycle. Micha loaded the rest of the gas for the bike into the little wagon. Petra held up a piece of plywood between the gas and the Spam so the food didn't get contaminated. Only Jalinda was still going between the house and outside to bring out the rest of their stuff. Emalia hurried over to move the stuff Jalinda was piling at the end of the stairs over to the carts and the respective bikes they belonged to.

"Thanks, Emalia. I thought I would have to yell at Anton and my brother to stop fighting over a bike that goes fast and start helping me pack up stuff," Jalinda huffed as she pulled the door behind her.

"I don't know why they're fighting over it. Even before Anton started helping him, Chaylen could have done it alone on regular bikes. Now, with an engine to help him? Chaylen is built for this role, literally. He is how my great-grandma used to say, 'built like a shit brickhouse.' He's buff as hell. I've spent several night watches with Chaylen before all he does is read or exercise. If he were shorter and dumber, he'd remind me more of this character from an anime my great-grandma used to show me when I was younger. It was from a show about magic where the main kid wanted to become Wizard King to bone a nun or something. I don't know. That's all I remember since I was six the last time she showed it to me before the cancer claimed her." Emalia finished helping Jalinda distribute the rest of the bags and boxes as she spoke. Chaylen and Anton finally stopped arguing right as the girls and Micha wrapped up doing all of the heavy lifting.

Chaylen straddled the gas-powered bike with a smug look on his face.

Emalia giggled to herself as she straddled her bike and rested one foot on the pedal. She watched as her friends climbed on their bikes and got caught up in her thoughts. She was thinking about how she met them but mainly about the day they had all found Chaylen.

When Jalinda stumbled into their camp half blind from being attacked by some creatures that looked like they were straight out of a Resident Evil game, according to Jalinda's description, Chaylen hadn't been with her. A group of the pus pocket-covered, one-eye-having, toad-looking things had kidnapped Chaylen. Getting Jalinda to rest long enough to heal had taken a lot of convincing and a rotating guard outside of her tent. When she had told the group that the other two people Jalinda and her brother had been with were eaten by these creatures, Anton and Piper convinced her that if they were going to eat Chaylen, it wouldn't be anytime soon. Piper had lost her whole family to a group of these creatures and barely managed to escape their nest before they tried to feed on her two weeks later.

"Hey, what should we do with Chaylen's old bike?" Anton's voice ripped Emalia from the past and back to the present.

"Just leave it here," Micha grunted as he pushed his bike up the driveway by hand.

"Yeah, but if it gets left here, no one will probably ever use it," Anton challenged.

"Better for it to rust out inside of some abandoned building than to add more weight to our already increased load," Petra called out as she lounged on her bike.

Emalia would never understand how the twenty-three-year-old managed to lay halfway down on her bike loaded with saddlebags full and not fall over. She had even asked Petra once but merely winked at Emalia and refused to answer.

They got about a mile down the road before Emalia got lost in thought again. This time, she was thinking about the night her family died. The night that the sky split open and earthquakes rocked the whole planet, Emalia had a mom, dad, sister, and brother. She was the middle child of the bunch. They all survived for three years before the god Emalia had a vendetta against came along. She had been cold, cynical, and calculating. Her abilities included, but were not limited to, freezing people to death. The night the white-haired, white-eyed, humanoid, female-looking individual was a night Emalia would never forget. Emalia had been sound asleep when the first wave of the attack on her town had begun.

"Hey, look at that," someone said, and Emalia snapped out of her thoughts. She looked up to see Anton pointing at the sky.

The clear blue daytime sky upon which a comet was blazing across. Only the comet seemed to be coming closer to Earth. As far as Emalia could tell, the burning hunk of space was heading straight for her group.

"Fucking scatter," she screamed as she dove off of her bike. Emalia's feet hit the ground running as the sounds of her friends running faded away from her.

Heat greeted them first as Emalia dove over the concrete highway divider and continued running. Then, the impact the comet made on the highway knocked her flat on her face. Pain flared across her whole face as her ears rang. She rolled over, and everything she saw was glowing orange. Emalia blinked, but the orange tint to the world remained, so she pushed herself into a sitting position.

A fire raged across the highway a few dozen feet behind where her friends had abandoned their stuff. Emalia jumped up as the ringing in her ears faded; she needed to move their stuff before it caught fire, too. Especially since a few cars littered the highway just behind the blazing inferno.

"What in the actual fuck just happened?" Emalia looked behind her as she dragged another bike away from the flames to see Anton righting the gas-powered cycle.

"I don't have a clue, but that needs to move without you starting the engine. There's no telling if there's anything in the air that could cause it to explode," Emalia said as she set aside Petra's bike.

Just as she was about to start trying to move the smaller cart the rest of the group returned from where they had run to.

"We should probably just leave. That felt like some rogue or random attack from a god," Petra offered to no one. Everyone was nodding their agreement when something else happened.

The hunk of space rock split open straight down the middle, almost like it was opening on a seam. A hand shot out from between the rock, and Emalia acted before she could think. Fire still danced in a few patches that seemed to be dying off on their own, but she couldn't care. She raced to the comet as a female with pointed ears climbed out.

Emalia stumbled to a stop as the woman locked eyes with her. Fear rooted her feet to the spot as the strange woman walked towards Emalia. Her skin was leaf-green and covered in white tattoos, her eyes were a darker shade of green, and her red hair reached her waist, even braided. Skin-tight black clothes covered the woman, and a bow was strapped to her back.

"Did it actually work?" Listening to the woman speak reminded Emalia of sleigh bells ringing.

"Did what work?" The question came from behind Emalia. She glanced over her shoulder to see Micha standing just behind her and off to the side. He was gripping his sniper rifle tightly in his hands.

"Is this planet Earth?" The woman asked. She said the word Earth as if she was speaking it for the first time.

"That depends on if you're another wretched god or cryptid," growled Micha.

"I am neither of those things. I am a Nephilim from the planet Odreture. My name is Charamaline, but you can call me Char," the woman explained, yet Emalia understood nothing.

"What are you an alien or something?" Anton asked as he joined Emalia and Micha.

"Are you an idiot or something? I just said I'm a Nephilim. I come from another world that has collided with yours," Char said like it was the most natural thing.

Emalia gaped at her.

Char dusted her hands off on her pants and surveyed the group before her. Each of them, save for Emalia, was grasping a weapon tightly and staring at her like they had just seen a ghost. Given the state of this planet, they very well might have seen them before. Char pulled out a glowing green orb from only God knew where with that skin-tight outfit and started muttering.

"What are you doing?" Emalia asked, wishing she had grabbed her bandolier of knives.

"This orb is magical. Once I've told it my message, I only have to smash it, and my wife back in my home world will receive my words. I only have a small window of opportunity before the spell we used to get me here fades," Char explained. "Now, please save all the rest of your burning questions." She went back to muttering at the orb.

When she went silent again, Char raised the orb above her head and let go. It cascaded to the ground seemingly in slow motion before shattering all over the highway. At the same time, the flames that still burned all went out. At first, nothing happened, but the green smoke started to rise. The smoke caressed Char's cheek before it shot into the sky like weird green reverse lightning.

"I am far too sober for this shit," Chaylen muttered, and Emalia heard Jalinda agree just as quietly.

"Now I will explain everything, but first, I think you guys will want to sit down. The information I have for you is going to blow your mind. And yes, it is also information you might be too sober to fix." Chaylen tensed as Char said this. "If you don't want to do this on this roadway, might I suggest we find someplace to set up camp?"

"No, here is fine. We have camped on the highway before," Micha said.

"Highway," Char experimented with the word. "What is a highway?"

"The road we are on now. It goes up and over most other roadways and usually allows for higher-speed traffic. Also helps semi-trucks get to their destinations without clogging up local streets." Emalia watched as Char's face grew more confused by her explanations.

"It seems we all have a lot to learn." Anton coughed and turned around. "I'm getting the weed."

"Fucking finally," Chaylen commented as he followed after Anton. Emalia turned to look at Micha only to find him watching the strange woman named Charamaline. None of them knew how to react to her, but since she wasn't attacking them, they would listen.

After all, anything that had wanted them dead this far into the apocalypse hadn't bothered with psychological warfare. Those creatures had attacked immediately, and most weren't even capable of human speech, let alone English.

Or buy me a coffee <3

[minervacrawley]

Ten

Prompt: Name ten favourite characters from ten different things (books, tv, film, etc.) then tag ten people.

Thank you @fedonciadale for tagging me! I love these kind of things. ^^ (And Heike Schäffer, really? lol)

Since I couldn’t decide for 10, I made a list for each females and males. I hope that’s acceptable.

First, female (fictional) characters that inspired me throughout my life:

Elena (The Banned & the Banished Saga)

Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)

Bulma Briefs (Dragonball)

Ziva David (NCIS)

Jessica Fletcher (Murder She Wrote)

Eowyn (Lord of the Rings)

Morgan le Fay (Arthurian Legend)

Violet Crawley (Downton Abbey)

Phryne Fisher (Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries)

Alette (Banner Saga)

And the men, in no particular order:

Alfred Pennyworth (The Dark Knight Trilogy)

John Thornton (North and South)

Henry “Indiana” Jones Jr. (Indiana Jones)

Tylar de Noche (The Godslayer Chronicles)

Fitzwilliam Darcy (Pride and Prejudice)

Edmund Reid (Ripper Street)

Raoden (Elantris)

James Hathaway (Lewis)

John of Waringham (Waringham-Saga)

Jaime Lannister (Game of Thrones)

Tagging @nutellaninja0001 @katie-sierra @ladyoldstones @inlovewithastark @sin2511 @nymeriaandlady @kissmybaratheonass @auxesia-winterqueen @kycldntcare @savagearchitect Hope you’ll have as much fun as I had!

Ten

Prompt: Name ten favourite characters from ten different things (books, tv, film, etc.) then tag ten people. I was tagged by @flibbertigiblet, thanks!

Sansa Stark (GoT)

Jon Snow (ASOIAF) - I know this is cheating but BookJon and ShowJon are two different people

Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice)

Kaladin (The Stormlight Archive)

Heike Schäffer (Mord mit Aussicht)

Graf Leicester (Maria Stuart by Friedrich Schiller)

Aziraphel (Good Omens)

Ella (Lucifer)

Pippin Took (LotR)

Piglet (Winnie Pooh)

I could name so many more…. Obiwan Kenobi, Maedhros, Vin…

Tagging @lostlittlesatellites @dena-1984 @occupyvenus @lady-in-a-song @minervacrawley​ @thelawyerthatwaspromised @undeadmanbun @une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir @eonweheraldodemanwe @kazetoame

[smasheightynine]

7, 12, 14, 19, 20, 21, 22, 28, 32, 33, 34, 35, 38, 40, 48, 49, 52, 53, 56, 63, 65, 66, 69, 72, 75, 81, 84, 85, 87, 98, 99, 106, 107, 111, 114, 130, 145, 150, 156, 163, 168, 170, 174, 177, 181, 182, 185, 190, 191, 192, 194, 196, 197, 201, 202, 207, 209, 214, 215.

7: Writer I trust enough to read whatever they write?I haven’t read properly in years and years, but for what it’s worth back when I did read it would’ve been Anthony Horowitz

12: The question you ask new friends to get to know them better?I usually ask them if they play many games or what their music taste is and try to find similarities and go from there

14: The last person who hurt me, did I forgive them?There was a bunch of people that didn’t turn up to my birthday party, and not really, no19: Song that I always start my shuffle with/wake-up song/always-on-a-loop song?I don’t really have a good answer that fits all of these. I used to actually start my shuffle playlists back in the day with a song i didnt want to listen to so i could press skip right away (a time before spotify). The song that I use for my alarm is Take It Back - Miracle of Sound so I guess I wake up to that more often then others. And my fav song atm that ive been repeating is History Repeating Pt. 2 (One Last Time) - The Megas

20: Favourite video games?Off the top of my head uh Fallout New Vegas, Killing Floor, Uncharted 2, God of War 2

21: What am I most afraid of?Death probably22: A good quality of mine?uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I have good music taste28: Something I miss?Playing games with friends more often, theyre all too busy now32: Someone I love?@caitycalamity​

33: Someone I trust?Even though I’ve never met him, I trust The Rock

34: Someone I always think about?I wonder if Brendan Fraser is alright

35: Am I excited about anything?If you know me you know I don’t really get excited about anything ever so no not really38: Do I have someone of the opposite sex that I can tell everything to?My girlfriend I suppose, but then again I don’t really tell absolutely everything to anyone40: What do I think about most?If I’m ever going to happy with a full time job (and also will I ever get one)48: Top 5 blog on Tumblr that I follow?The top 5 tumblrs rated by the website on how much I interact with their posts is konkydongcountry, caitycalamity, essence-of-armbarring, setheverman and degari49: Superpower I wish I could have?Mind reading probably52: When do I feel most at peace?When I know I don’t have any responsibilities to neglect53: What makes me smile?Shitposts56: What is my song of the week?History Repeating Pt. 2 (One Last Time) - The Megas63: What occupation did I want to do when I was younger?The most influential one was probably a carpenter65: What fictional universe would I like to be a part of?The one where nothing bad ever happens and I don’t have a chance of being randomly killed by some fictional thing on my way to work, cause i’d never be the hero in the universe66: Something I worry about?Losing all my friends69: What do I admire most about others?Ability to have their life together72: If I won the lottery, what would I do?Honestly I wouldn’t splash out much just make sure I can live comfortably doing nothing and playing games for the rest of my life75: Where do I want to live?In some loft or apartment in a city81: Story behind my last kiss?It was some weak ass half accident - didn’t know if I should continue kiss cause it was with my girlfriend who is sick84: Story behind one of my scars?I have a scar on my knee from when I was young and played with a ball on the road which was made from that gravel stuff that comes loose easy and i fell and got a rock lodged in there85: Favourite genre of music?I like nearly everything nowadays, but I’ll pick the boring answer and go metal87: Favourite comic book character?The Punisher98: 3 things I love?Music, games and food99: 3 things I hate?My sleep cycle, over the top gym culture and bad drivers106: Last time I cried?My birthday107: Guilty pleasure?Casual games111: Favourite game app?Probably Ascension: Chronicles of the Godslayer a deck building card game but I don’t play it much anymore114: A place I have not been but wish to visit?Probably England or America130: Favourite piece of advice?I tried to think about this but I really couldn’t think of anything145: In a film about my life, who would I cast as myself, friends and family?I would cast Brendan Faser in a fatsuit because he needs more work, he can play everybody150: What is the best decision I have made in life so far?Downloading tinder so I could meet my girlfriend I guess156: My most embarrassing memory?I once called a wrong answer out in class like 5 times because the teacher couldn’t understand what I said163: What do I love most about myself?My sense of humour168: Have I ever been on TV?Yeah a couple of times, one time channel 7 came to my school and had a bit on my classes garden we looked after (hard to explain it was called Project Club and it was run like a business and I was chairman). Another time I was on Totally Wild.170: One of my favourite quotes?“What manner of man are you that can summon up fire without flint or tinder?”174: Best gift I’ve ever received?Probably a PS2 when I was young, that shit was hype177: Do I remember my dreams, and what is one that comes to mind?I don’t dream thatoften I think but I tend to remember them. I’ve had many recurring dreams too that I remember from a young age. 2 of my most notable ones I remember as a kid was one revolving around a goblin monster (that looked like Blanka from SF in my kindergarden toilet. The other was me and a bunch of randoms flying around but for some reason at Uluru.181: If I could get away with a crime, what would I choose to do?Steal a lifetimes worth of money182: What does “family” mean to me?The people youre related to, and brought up with185: If I could master one skill, what would I choose?I’ve always wanted to learn an instrument190: If I could time travel, where and when would I want to go?The future, we already know what happened in the past and it sucked191: What makes me the happiest?When I’m with friends192: What is “home” to me?Where I live lol194: If I could choose my last words, what would they be?Door stuck196: A movie that scared me as a child?Starship Troopers was both cool and scary197: Something I hated as a child that I like now?Alot of foods I never used to like for some reason, like mustard or pasta201: A nightmare that has stayed with me?Don’t think I have one202: How do I define love?I try not to207: Worst job I’ve had?My current one209: Item of clothing or jewellery you’ll never see me without?Uhhh the only shoes I even own are converse basically so probably those214: What TV character am I most like?The first one that pops into your head when I say fat and lazy, whatever that one was215: What is the weirdest talent I have?Emotional detatchment, the ability to be apathetic to about literally everything that doesn’t revolve around me

[vid-writes]

Godslayer Chronicles Ch. 1

This story will not contain any romance or sex but it does contain violence so reader discretion is advised!

Killing gods is not easy to manage, but when the gods have returned and are hunting humans for sport, someone has to fight back. In a world where magic didn't exist and the only gods to speak of were those mentioned in the old texts that formed religions the day Earth shook and the sky turned red everyone panicked. Then when the worldwide earthquakes continued and a rift ripped open in the sky the world caught on fire. Literally. Emalia had been twelve the day the old gods, new gods, and creatures so indescribable they might as well be gods poured through the glowing blue rift that bisected the blood-red sky. Now at nineteen years old, she sat by a dwindling campfire in the destroyed and barren town of Minneapolis surrounded by five of the other god-hunting mercenaries she had met since she started this job four years ago.

"Come on Em, it's just a kiss," Anton huffed. He was one of three guys in their little rag-tag group. His slick black hair and pale blue eyes might have done other women in but Emalia wasn't other women.

"I've told you I don't know how many times now I'm not into that stuff. My only interest is—," Emalia started and was interrupted by Petra, the red-headed green-eyed woman in their group, finishing the sentence with her.

"Slaying gods and taking trophies."

"Well how do you know you don't like kissing if you've never kissed anyone before," Anton hounded as the bottle of tequila left his pale hands and entered Petra's.

"I have kissed people. I've kissed three guys and seven women. I've touched body parts and had mine touched. It's not something that interests me," Emalia groused as Petra passed her the tequila.

The brown-skinned, curly-haired, brown-eyed twins Jalinda and Chaylen were on watch for any of the many monsters the gods had roaming the planet looking out for humans while they lounged in any of the palaces they had claimed or made.

"The good old scientific method," chuckled Micha. His grey eyes and long golden blond braid were one of the three guys Emalia had ever kissed. His lips had been as soft as her childhood pillow but nothing happened inside of her body or mind to make her think it meant anything. When she had repeated the experiment with the others the same nothingness had prevailed.

"Can't argue with that," Anton sighed as he fished out a cigarette from the antique silver case he kept them in. Emalia couldn't stand the smell and made sure her tent and place at the fire were always upwind from him.

"Well my joints are aching from sitting in this cheap plastic chair from that Walmart we managed to find some loot in last week so I'm going to bed," Emalia announced to no one in particular. As she walked to her tent she heard everyone mutter their replies before she dipped into the warmly lit tent with a floor covered in any rug she had personally looted since joining the group of mercenaries.

Her head hit the old lumpy pillow that her mom used to sleep with every night, the only thing Emalia had left of any of her family members, and sleep tugged her under before she could blow out her oil lamp.

The smell of sulfur woke Emalia before the three sharp warning whistles resounded through her camp. Normally humans wouldn't be able to smell the sulfur of a demon until it was on top of them but since the sky opened up a few thousand people had been blessed by the One God with stronger senses. Though it was limited to one sense per individual.

Pushing aside the flap to her tent Emalia snatched up her bandolier of blades and her three guns. Jalinda was the only other person in their group that had a heightened sense. Her was her vestibular sense, she could always feel where every human, demon, creature of The Hunt, and anything else that was alive. As long as they were within a two-mile radius of Jalinda.

"What is it this time?" Micha grumbled as he emerged from his tent a few feet in front of Emalia's. His usual sniper rifle was grasped in calloused and tanned hands.

"Smells like demons," Emalia replied. Anton and Petra were already around the base of the tree the twins kept watch in. When Micha and Emalia arrived they were greeted by a low and feral growl alongside a laugh that sounded like glass dragging across concrete. Just as Emalia pulled out one of her knives that she anointed with Holy Water each morning a Hellhound leaped out from the shadows in front of them.

"Oh great I've always wanted a dog," Petra snarled as she flipped her anointed knives in her hands. Jalinda giggled from her place in the tree which was a good eight feet higher than her brother.

"Trust me that's one nasty mutt," Chaylen chuffed as he trained his sawed-off shotgun at the shadows behind the Hellhound, probably aiming for its master.

"Lucky for you flesh bags my 'dog' here has been looking for some new chew toys," a voice lilted from the shadows. The voice contradicted the laugh this demon had let out earlier.

"Lucky for us we are well versed in killing off scum like you and your dog here," Petra hissed and flicked one of her knives at the Hellhound. Acting on instinct, which went against the creature's very creation, the Hellhound darted forward at a diagonal. It avoided the anointed knife and closed the gap between itself and Petra in five more strides of its powerful four legs. Petra jumped over the head of the Hellhound, which was level with her chest,  just in time so that it couldn't stop or turn around before crashing gracelessly into a tree. As it was shaking the blow from its barely there brain a loud bang split the air and everyone hit the deck. Buckshot anointed by Holy Water blasted through the Hellhound. It let out a fierce bark before exploding into a cloud of red dust.

"Oh for crying out loud," the demon huffed as it finally stepped out of the shadows. This one was more humanoid than the last demon Emalia and her group had encountered. That one was also capable of speech but it sounded like rocks in a tumbler anytime it did. This one had thin purple skin, long gangly limbs, wore tattered clothes stolen from some random store, had red horns curling out of its bald head, and deep black pupil-less eyes.

"I guess it's your turn now," Chaylen said with a smirk as he pumped his shotgun to empty the spent shells and reload it. He aimed it right at the demon's head and the demon didn't even flinch.

"He probably won't go down that easily," Micha called up to Chaylen. At that moment the demon lunged. It was a blur of purple before it had Micha pinned to the tree trunk with six-inch long claws pressed to his neck.

"You're sure right about that," the demon snarled as it wrenched Micha's sniper rifle away and tossed it behind them. Emalia moved to pick up the weapon but the demon's voice cut her off, "If you move again he dies. If any one of you fires a gun or throws a knife he dies. Everyone needs to set their weapons down if you want him to live."

"Don't do it," Micha whimpered as the demon pressed its claws into his throat just enough that one of them punctured his skin. A tiny red river flowed down  Micha's neck. "He will kill me anyway, just kill him. If I die then I die," he continued in a strained voice.

There was a soft thwomp noise and then two differently distinct screams. There was an arrow sticking out of the demon's neck and blood running in a thick wide river down Micha's neck. Three more arrows pierced the demon's neck before it turned into a pile of black dust. Emalia rushed over to Micha and immediately pressed her hands to his throat.

"Please tell me he missed all of the important arteries," Petra whispered as she dropped to her knees next to Micha and scooped up his hand. Micha let out a soft wince and then nodded.

"Just barely," Emalia managed around the lump in her throat.  "You really shouldn't have taken that shot until it was more distracted," she added as Jalinda dropped out of the tree alongside Chaylen.

"You're right I'm sorry," Jalinda apologized as she pulled off her jacket and handed it to Emalia. Emalia pressed it to the wound on Micha's throat and held it down firmly. "Don't die on us," Jalinda said as she knelt next to Micha's head.

"I'll try my best," Micha whispered and then winced again.

"Stop talking for now," Emalia instructed as the blood slowly stopped spreading across Jalinda's jacket. Anton, who had run back to base camp once the demon was dust, returned with the first aid kit in his hands.

"We have three more bags of O-Negative, after that we are out," Anton said as he handed over the first aid kit. Emalia took it with one hand and with the other gingerly pulled the jacket away from Micha's throat. There was a dried blood-covered long and wide gash across his throat but luckily it was just enough to not be fatal.

"He's going to need some sedatives," Emalia started as she fished out the antiseptic, "he's going to need stitches." Anton nodded before sprinting back to camp to get the sedatives from the bag of medicines.

Emalia never would have imagined herself in these situations before the sky split open. She had helped friends patch wounds from playing too rough before the world ended but nothing like this. And since Micha was a sniper he had the steadiest hands, unfortunately, he couldn't sew his own throat closed. So it would be up to Emalia because none of the others had any medical experience of any kind. Micha returned with the vial of sedative, a needle, and a bottle of tequila.

"Figured you'd probably like to take a shot before sewing our friend's throat closed," Anton smiled sheepishly as he offered it to Emalia first. She took it wordlessly and took a small sip from it. After handing the tequila back to Anton she took the sedative and the needle. Once there was enough to knock Micha out for a couple of hours she looked around at her friends. Everyone was watching her and holding Micha's hand or soothing him in some way.

"Once you're awake we will have to move base camp right away," Emalia explained to Micha as she used the antiseptic to clean his arm. "So I'm going to need Anton and Chaylen to break down camp while Petra and Jalinda make up a cot for you. We can put it in the second wagon and some of us will have to carry more stuff on our bikes," she finished as she gave Micha the sedative and waited for it to take effect.

"Don't take too long and watch your back," Chaylen said as he and the rest of the group departed.

Once Micha was asleep Emalia donned some gloves and cleaned his wound. Once clean she threaded the surgical needle they had managed to find in a ransacked hospital along with surgical-grade thread. After another small sip of the tequila and a big sniff to check the air, Emalia started to sew up Micha's throat. When the clouds covered the moon she dug out a headlamp and kept going. Each stitch was more difficult than the last due to the jagged edges of the wound. Twice she stopped to puke and take another sip of tequila. Once his throat was fully sewn back together she doused the wound in antiseptic again and then put a healthy patch of gauze over it.

Aware that the sedatives would wear off soon she packed up the first aid kit and made her way back to base camp. It was nearly fully broken down and packed away in their bigger wagon. The smaller one now had a pallet of blankets and pillows in the back of it. She tossed the medical bag in there and then fished out the pain meds. Once she had them she attached the smaller wagon to her bike and rode over to Micha. Jalinda was waiting there and guarding him.

"Are you sure you want to pull his wagon?" she asked Emalia as she fished out another syringe for the pain meds.

"Yeah I'll just need your help getting him in there and then I've got it," Emalia replied.

Once she had given Micha the pain meds she and Jalinda hauled him into the wagon. It wasn't a cold night but there was no telling what a demon-inflicted wound would do to him so she covered him up with a blanket. She turned to check on the progress of base camp breakdown only to find the group already waiting nearby on the road.

Anton and Chaylen's bikes were attached to the bigger wagon and Petra had pulled Jalinda's up the hill with her. All three of the girls had five bags each on their bikes but before Emalia could protest the unfairness Jalinda took hers and put them on her bike and Petra's.

"You're pulling Micha so it's only fair," Jalinda said nonchalantly as they started down the road. Emalia just smiled as she tried not to look back at Micha too often. She wasn't suddenly gaining feelings for him or anything but none of them had ever been this badly injured. Then again they hadn't encountered any other demons before the four-legged one capable of speech.

"I think we should bike until dawn before we set up base camp. We should also try to take as few breaks as possible," Chaylen called from the back of the group where he and Anton pulled the wagon of supplies and tents.

"We can eat on the go and stop for bathroom breaks but we should limit those to three at most," Petra concurred with Chaylen.

"Sounds like a solid plan," Emalia said.

"Good with me," Jalinda agreed.

"As long as someone brings snacks to Chaylen and me then I'm also good," Anton chimed in. Because of course, he was thinking about food. "And if you ever need to switch off with anyone please tell us, Emalia," he added.

"I can handle it," was Emalia's only response. She was tired of everyone doubting her abilities because she was the smallest and youngest in the group.