Minho sprinted across the street, taking a sharp turn into the darkened alley. The place stank of rot and decay. He pulled the hankerchief further up his face, attempting to block out the smell. It did little. "Let's get this shucking thing over with," he muttered darkly, and with a mirthless smile to accompany his hardened eyes.
He walked out the other end of the alley and searched for a house labeled 42. Most of the houses were ransacked and burnt, the windows were boarded. Minho eventually found the correct house and reached for his machete. He slowly pushed over the half splintered door and it crashed down with a loud bang.
"Well, there goes the subtle approach," Minho decided. Two cranks surged out from the darkness, their wart and …show more content…
He missed the thrill of the fight, the bloodlust that pumped through his veins. He fingered the gun on his belt and was low on ammunition. He came to what must've once been a living room. Only the back of the couch was still intact, the rest ripped to shreds and the stuffing decorated the floor. He spotted the boxes in the far corner. He ran to them and quickly emptied their contents into his back back.
Once outside again, Minho gathered his bearings and set off back to base. The night was not pure darkness, a full mood shone, reflected the light off his jet black hair. Setting off into a run, his muscular built meant that the load he carried was an easy task. He let his mind wander, his breathing set into a steady …show more content…
He didn't want to be alive when they started feasting on his flesh. Oh, would it be the fight of his life.
BANG!
The shot echoed into the night. The crank lay at Minho's feet, wearing a look of almost surprise. Minho looked around. Standing a few meters away, gun still pointed at the space where the Crank had been shot, was Brenda.
"Well damn, Keeper, I can't leave you alone for ten minutes, can I?" Her accent unmistakable, yet unknown, rang clear as a bell. She grinned, and he couldn't resist giving one back, although made it more of a smirk.
"I had it handled"
"Sure. Sure you did."
She shoots him a look, that he can't quite comprehend. "No one should travel alone, even if you are the 'oh-so-strong' runner that can do all the jobs for the Right Arm". She says.
Minho had no answer to this, and looked at Brenda curiously. He wasn't quite sure what he thought of her, but he thought he liked her. This witty, aloof and blonde girl was... Something else.
She grinned at him again, and quickly tied her hair up into a ponytail before turning to the way back to base.
"Race
He walked out the other end of the alley and searched for a house labeled 42. Most of the houses were ransacked and burnt, the windows were boarded. Minho eventually found the correct house and reached for his machete. He slowly pushed over the half splintered door and it crashed down with a loud bang.
"Well, there goes the subtle approach," Minho decided. Two cranks surged out from the darkness, their wart and …show more content…
He missed the thrill of the fight, the bloodlust that pumped through his veins. He fingered the gun on his belt and was low on ammunition. He came to what must've once been a living room. Only the back of the couch was still intact, the rest ripped to shreds and the stuffing decorated the floor. He spotted the boxes in the far corner. He ran to them and quickly emptied their contents into his back back.
Once outside again, Minho gathered his bearings and set off back to base. The night was not pure darkness, a full mood shone, reflected the light off his jet black hair. Setting off into a run, his muscular built meant that the load he carried was an easy task. He let his mind wander, his breathing set into a steady …show more content…
He didn't want to be alive when they started feasting on his flesh. Oh, would it be the fight of his life.
BANG!
The shot echoed into the night. The crank lay at Minho's feet, wearing a look of almost surprise. Minho looked around. Standing a few meters away, gun still pointed at the space where the Crank had been shot, was Brenda.
"Well damn, Keeper, I can't leave you alone for ten minutes, can I?" Her accent unmistakable, yet unknown, rang clear as a bell. She grinned, and he couldn't resist giving one back, although made it more of a smirk.
"I had it handled"
"Sure. Sure you did."
She shoots him a look, that he can't quite comprehend. "No one should travel alone, even if you are the 'oh-so-strong' runner that can do all the jobs for the Right Arm". She says.
Minho had no answer to this, and looked at Brenda curiously. He wasn't quite sure what he thought of her, but he thought he liked her. This witty, aloof and blonde girl was... Something else.
She grinned at him again, and quickly tied her hair up into a ponytail before turning to the way back to base.
"Race