Chapter 314 313: Six Seconds
The room, once a bustling warehouse, now lay vast and empty. Its towering ceiling, supported by exposed beams, stretched high above, catching faint rays of sunlight that filtered through dusty windows, casting a golden glow.
Rows of metal shelves, now rusty and disorganized, lined the walls, bearing the marks of wear and tear. Empty crates, worn and scattered across the concrete floor, hinted at the space's former industriousness.
Despite its past activity, the room now exuded a sense of abandonment. Silence reigned where once there was hustle and bustle, broken only by occasional creaks from aging structures.
BANG!
As the abandoned warehouse's silence persisted, a violent sound from the door shattered the stillness. The door flew open, and almost flew to the wall in the distance.
Luckily, it didn't.
Five figures emerged, their footsteps echoing against the desolate walls. Among them, three men and two women entered, each displaying varying degrees of visible injury.
The first man, a slightly fat handsome man wearing a ruined blue suit, bore a bandaged arm held stiffly against his side while simultaneously holding a long and thin bone which he used as a walking stick. His handsome face showed signs of recent scuffles, bruises marring his jawline.
Beside him, a second man who had a cold expression on his face filled with tattoos limped forward, a makeshift bandage wrapped around one leg. His disheveled appearance hinted at a recent struggle, his cold gaze darted around for any suspicious activity.
The third man, slightly shorter with a weary countenance, had a cloth pressed against a wound on his forehead. In his right hand was a white flask and like a thirsty man who had just arrived from the desert, he took huge gulps from the flask, causing some of the liquid to pour unto the floor.
His eyes which lacked the vibrancy of sight became slightly unfocused as a burp of satisfaction escaped his lips.
The two women followed, each, also with their varying visible injuries.
One of the women, petite and agile, moved cautiously, favoring one arm that hung awkwardly at her side. A sense of vulnerability tempered with resilience emanated from her demeanor. Although she had the least amount of injuries, if one observed her closely, one would notice flashes of anger in her gaze.
The last woman, tall and poised, surprisingly had the most amount of injuries. Her body had so much blood that one could not be certain if it was hers or that of her enemies.
Her blood red hair and eyes combined with all the blood on her body made her to seem like a goddess of blood and war.
Her blood red eyes had a vigilant look in her eyes as she observed the warehouse. In her right hand was a giant double edged blood axe with a blood red handle. The axe vibrated slightly and looked it was ready to cut asunder even demons, gods, and even immortals alike.
The visual combination of the five spoke volumes of the adversities they had all gone through.
"Do you want to really want to break down the door Rosa? And what if those bastards heard us?"
The slightly fat handsome man reprimanded the woman with blood red hair and eyes.
His limping body moved to a nearby crate and a sigh of satisfaction and exhaustion escaped his lips as he sat.Folloow current novÊls on nov/3lb((in).(co/m)
"Why didn't you easily open the door if you could Fatty? Hmm?"
Rosa questioned as she also sat on another crate close to Fatty. Despite not expressing any sign of weakness, only a fool would think that she was not exhausted and injured from all they had gone through.
"Oh Just shut up would ya. I don't have the energy to argue with a crazy woman like you."
Although, Dave said that he believed that the newest member of their group would come today because of his vision, nobody fully believed him because his vision could be interpreted in many ways and because he had previously said that they would meet him a few days ago.
But where was he now?
They surely didn't know.
"I hope you're right today Dave cause I don't think I can last much longer against those bastards anymore. I think I might actually become a bag of fat bones very soon."
Fatty Black Bonez joked, but nobody laughed.
They did not have the energy to spare a laugh nor where they in the mood.
Although Dave knew that his group members did not fully believe him because of the past, he was sure that the Smile Reaper was coming today because he saw something else in his vision.
Blood, Death, and a fog filled with poisonous insects.
He knew that the Smile Reaper dealt with poison so he knew they were going to meet him today.
As for when?
He did not know.
"Do you think he can actually help us in any way at all?"
A deep and emotionless voice resounded in the room, causing everybody in the room to look at the man with tattoos on his face.
"It's not like we have a choice Triple X. Dave had a vision that only he could save us."
Rosa replied while looking at the door of the entrance with slightly furrowed brows.
"Besides, Divine trusted him and we all know that he isn't weak. We just have to wait and survive."
Rosa said, then she looked at Dave.
"Can you check how long we have left before we're exposed?"
Dave nodded, then he closed his eyes for a few seconds.
Three seconds later, an extremely shocked expression appeared on his face and he quickly stood.
"Six seconds! We only have six seconds!"
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[A/N: Eighth extra chapter. Next one coming up in some hours.]