Book 1: Chapter 15: Survivors

Book 1: Chapter 15: Survivors

Scarlet

Do you think these are enough? a low pitched male voice asks, worry clear in his tone.

I doubt it. They went down there with two magi-tech pulse rifles from the lab and still didnt come back up, a woman answers him with just as much worry in her voice as the man.

My eyebrows rise at the mention of pulse rifles.

Those things should be strong enough to obliterate up to a level twenty-five demon, if I remember correctly from my research on Allens company. And if the people who went down there didnt come back even with themL1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.

Although, I wonder why they arent just hiding in their bunker?

I begin to walk through the floor in the direction of the voices. And as I walk, I open my skill store and purchase the repair skill, which I can now afford thanks to those demon hounds that I killed up above. Then I immediately use it on my jacket and other clothes, reveling in the sight of the holes and cuts and whatnot on them closing themselves up for only the small price of a couple points of mana each article of clothing.

My jackets finally whole again! Yippee!!!

I cant help the smile that blooms on my face at that, only for it to fade after I hear the continued conversation of the people on the floor.

Damnit, why did the generator have to break down now!

Oh. That explains why theyre not in the bunker.

Not sure where the generator is for this floor, but most generators tend to support more than one shield. Meaning its probably not on this floor, judging by their conversation.

If theres no generator, theres no shield for the bunker. And if theres no shield, theres no purpose for the bunker.

Not when any demon can just break through the door.

Or most demons at least. I dont think spawn can break through a solid steel door. Probably.

He snorts at that thought.

Actually, I had heard you all talking from the stairs and was wondering what had happened? I sort of half ask, half state with a frown. Because in all honesty, Im not sure why I came over here to them. Maybe out of pure curiosity?

The man looks surprised for a second before straightening himself out, which seems to snap the others out of their little wolf ear staring stupor as he asks, Um, if I may ask, are you a new Guardian to this Fracture?

I hesitantly nod my head at that.

This makes the looks of hope that I had seen blooming on his face ever since his eyes landed on me begin to fade away. But the woman and other man next to him likely the people I heard him talking to about the situation push him forwards anyways, to his obvious chagrin.

Oh. He wants me to help with their situation.

I look around the group, most of which dont seem to know how to react to me except the two teens of course, who are still staring at my ears for some reason.

Why is it that every teenage girl in this building that Ive heard or seen wants to touch my ears?! I mean, I understand theyre soft, but seriously!

Then theres the little kid who cant be any older than five years old. Theyre just playing with some toy as if nothing was happening.

Someones kid, I guess?

I- no, we would like to ask if you could help us, miss Guardian, the man who was speaking to me asks, bringing my attention back to him as he uses an even more awkward title to call me than before.

Should I help?

I stare at him for a few seconds as I think of the benefits and drawbacks.

Its likely only going to be an hour or two longer before a Guardian or two arrives to quell the Fracture, so I cant see these people being in too much danger outside of a bunker. Not with me hunting the demons around here, and there not being any on this floor in the first place. Likely due to those pulse rifles now that I think about it.

But at the same time, Im heading downstairs anyways. I might as well help them out.

Sure, I answer with a shrug. And call me Scarlet.