033. Crucible - 10

033. Crucible - 10

I didn't do much for a while as I walked around the camp. I just sauntered while taking deep breaths, trying to control that sudden flare of anger.

I didn't question the presence of the overwhelming flood of anger. With all that was going on, it was a natural response, and even I had limits when it came to compartmentalizing my emotions. Sometimes, no experience helped. One just needed to let the shock run its course.

If I was still back on Earth, I would have retreated to my cabin in the woods, enjoying some nice cigars and a bottle of the finest bourbon, and looking at the stars. A day or two, alone, and I would have calmed down.

Pity, it was not a luxury I could afford at this point. Not just the cigar and scotch, but staying alone for a day or two. Not in a world filled with monsters I decided to take the next best thing, and decided to have a walk around the camp

I noticed the mood of the people, some were calm, some panicked, some angry; yet everyone was busy with something, gathering the spilled goods, trying to repair the broken carts, or even supplying some of the stations that were operating constantly like the blacksmiths repairing weapons, and woodworkers desperately working to create new arrows

Such a sight should have been calming. Watching the chaos of the people was almost as meditative as watching the sky on a cloudless night away from the city Unfortunately, it didn't help as much as I had hoped.

The changes were too obvious to aignore. Many more people were wearing one of those three bands, and the number of patrols increased even further, getting denser the closer to the center of the camp.

A dangerous idea, and hastening the inevitable conflict between the three groups.

After hiding my red armband, I drifted toward the outer circle, which was exclusively filled with non-aligned groups. They were even tenser than the groups in the inner circles, trying to deal with the beasts that were attacking from other directions despite the patrols.

The number of the beast attacks was still manageable, and their focus was on protecting their carts rather than saving lives, but the worry etched into their faces told that they were aware of what would happen as the beasts got stronger

Everything I could see about this camp told me that a bad end was inevitable for the whole camp. The three budding gangs acted as if that wasn't a possibility which, unfortunately, didn't surprise me even a little.

It wasn't the first time I watched a para-military group acting with unearned confidence just because they were stronger than the civilians that surrounded them and it never ended well, the results ranging. Between bad and truly catastrophic.

I wanted nothing more than to mix into the crowd and disappear as a nameless figure and believe everything would be alright as I did so, convincing myself that I wouldn't make a difference one way or another.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

Unfortunately, I knew that it was not true. I could make a difference, and that confidence had nothing to do with the advantage of my class represented. After all, I had done something similar even more than once, some due to necessity, some due to ambition of youth in my checkered past, and I could replicate it.

My class was just a bonus.

I needed to make a decision. And, it was an obvious one I was too old to lie to myself in such an obvious way but still, I was looking for an excuse to delay that.

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Unfortunately, the world decided to disagree with that assumption, and I noticed five people, separate from the larger group, walk toward the cart, wearing black bands on their arms, their walk far too tense to be ordinary.

"Keep out of the view," Zolast said as he pointed to his cart. I nodded as I took that. I knew that it wouldn't help. I recognized that walk, and they were tense enough to expect to fight. Perception just allowed me to notice other details I might have missed from such a distance, such as the way their fingers tightened around their weapon.

I even recognized one of them. It was one of the three that stepped forward to fight against me though not the unlucky one that ended up with a broken arm.

"Hello, Zolast," one of the others said. "Did you have a chance to think about our offer?"

"I did, boys. It's a kind offer, but I have to say my answer is still the same. I won't work for free. The monster attacks are nothing I can't handle."

"Are you sure? The monster attacks are already increasing. It won't be long until reach a point you can't handle it. It would be a pity especially if you continue to stay on the perimeter," he said. I frowned as I listened, his last words implying that they were the ones that pushed Zolast to the outer ring.

This meant that they were less concerned about optimizing the security of the camp and more interested in growing their small group. It was annoying, because it wasn't my responsibility to maintain the group's security, I didn't want it to collapse as well.

Trying to join other groups would just invite more scrutiny, which was not something I wished to deal with until I had a better understanding of how this new world worked.

"Don't worry about my safety, young man. If the worst comes to the worst, I'll offer a few people free meals to join as a bodyguard. As the best cook in this little gathering, I can easily manage."

Their growl told me that they had no intention to allow him that. The distinct sound of a blade being drawn reached my ear. "Are you sure that would be better than trying to handle yourself alone? And your free meal plan didn't work as well for your old bodyguards, did it? I heard that they are all Greens now," another said. This time, a familiar voice. My earlier opponent. "Because who knows what would happen without others to help? Think about it. All you need is to cook for us, and you don't need to worry about boring security concerns like someone breaking your cart."

"For free, right," Zolast answered. "Thanks, I would much prefer to reject that generous offer," he added with distaste, the pause leaving no doubt about his intense feelings.

I expected them to walk away. After all, no gang would be idiotic enough to recruit him forcibly. It wouldn't be too much of a problem if they recruited a random goon, but a cook

Only an idiot would eat from the hands of an angry cook or a disgruntled waiter unless they enjoyed the taste of spit and, considering the intensity of Zolast's response, possibly poison.

Yet, it didn't take long for me to be surprised. "Oh, who said you have a choice?" said their leader.

Idiots, indeed.