(Quintiles 29, 59 / 7:53PM)

  (Benn and Hope)

  Sitting on a small metal chair on a street filled with soldiers, Benn remained still as he id his arms motionless on the ground, remembering the warmth of the soldier who helped him.

  He watched as that same soldier holstered his gun on his chest strap, his arms having a hold on Benn’s wounded hand, as blood continued to pour out. Benn turned his gaze towards the medics who looked at him worriedly, followed by the soldier turning his attention onto the medics who remained still.

  (Guard #1) Heal him! He’s losing blood!

  Giving the soldier a nod, two medics ran towards Benn. Repcing the soldier, one of the medics looked at Benn’s hand, having a white tex glove on both of his hands.

  Having Benn’s hand, the medic evaluated the pouring blood, looking to the other medic who was analyzing another wound on Benn, a wound on Benn’s right side of his stomach. Being evaluated, Benn ignored the medics as he focused his attention on the blonde-haired soldier.

  (Guard #1) Is there something I did sir?

  (Benn) Nothing, just surprised that’s all.

  The crevices of his lips created an upside down U shape as he looked down. With his safe hand shaking, he rubbed his thumb on the bone of his pointer finger, his nail scratching the bluish pigment on his palms.

  Looking up towards the blonde-haired soldier, Benn furrowed his brows as he cleared his throat.

  (Benn) You’re not like the others.

  (Guard #1) Pardon me, sir.

  (Benn) Do I scare you?

  (Guard #1) Why would I be scared sir?

  Benn looked up at the soldier, his eyes sharpening as his rge nose started to crinkle. Seeing his nonchant and youthful face tilted to the right side of his face, Benn let out a sigh as he looked down onto the bck pavement.

  He took note of the many cracks on the pavement, his eyes scanning them as he continued to talk with the soldier.

  (Benn) Were you raised in Ticia?

  (Guard #1) Sir, I was raised in the countryside of Haxouburg.

  Benn gulped as he heard the word Haxouburg, his forehead starting to roll down with cold sweat. Wiping away the sweat with his safe hand, the arm sleeve of his jacket pelting against the whitish pigment of his forehead, he sharpened his shark-like eyes towards the soldier.

  The soldier in question let out a reassuring smile, the corners of his lips barely reaching the same height and length as his nose tips.

  (Guard #1) I can safely tell you that I’m not a discriminant, or what many beast-humans like to call it.

  The soldier put his right hand onto Benn’s left shoulder, his unwrinkled palms feeling the fabric and leather of the bck leather jacket. Upon making eye contact with Benn, the soldier let out a sigh as he softly squeezed his shoulder with his hand.

  Feeling the soldier’s grip on his shoulder tighten, Benn continued to look down at the ground as his eyes looked down onto the many cracks of the pavement.

  (Guard #1) Hey, my girlfriend is a cat-human, and she loves me as much as I love her. My family despises the idea of both of me and her being a couple, but you know, love is love, right?

  The two medics who evaluated Benn’s wounds stopped to turn around to see the blonde hair soldier, their eyes squinting as their faces contorted with a hint of disgust. One of the medics, the one overlooking Benn’s bleeding hand, continued to crouch down as he cleared his throat.

  (Medic #1) You’re not beating the feline fucker allegations Zirardge.

  (Guard #1) Excuse me?

  (Medic #1) Look, sir, I don’t mind beast-humans. I grew up in El Niabea so I don’t care if I have to heal them. But…

  The medic turned his attention back towards Benn’s hand, grabbing a roll of adhesive white bandage with his right hand. Holding Benn’s hand with his left hand, he used his right to roll up Benn’s hand repeatedly, making sure the bloodied hand stopped gushing out.

  Finishing the rolling rotation, he then stared at the covered-up white bandage, the medic’s left hand trembling as he rubbed the contents of the bandage.

  (Medic #1) I think it’s morally wrong for humans to mingle with beast humans. Humans should mingle with humans and beast-humans should mingle with their said species. Too much interspecies mixing and in the next hundred years, humans will look like a group project.

  (Medic #2) Oh, stop being a hypocrite.

  The medic who tended to Benn’s wound on his stomach turned around to see the other medic, his eyes gleaming with sadism as he smirked his lips. Having his right hand on Benn’s stomach, he pced his left hand on his chin, tapping his fingers lightly.

  (Medic #2) You know you have no right to say anything bad about mingling. Did you forget who your past lover was?

  (Medic #1) Well, it wasn’t a beast-human, that’s for sure.

  The medic tending to Benn’s hand straightened his back as he looked at the other medic, a sly smile merking across his face as he put both hands on his hips, and finished dealing with Benn’s hand. Pcing a handful of red gel across the stabbed area on Benn’s stomach, the medic started rubbing it as he looked at his friend.

  (Medic #2) Ok, tell them what the lover looked like then.

  (Medic #1) Well … her name was Eve, and she was a quiet woman at that—

  (Medic #2) Was it Eve or Steve?

  (Medic #1) Screw you!

  The medic that was called out stood up and stomped away huffing. Seeing the medic’s outburst, the three of them looked toward one another, having their mouths puffed up like chipmunks.

  The blond-haired soldier let out a small chuckle, having his hand on his chest as he turned his head towards Benn.

  (Guard #1) So yeah … I guess love is love after all…

  (Gwen in Benn’s thoughts) Real question Benn. You never talk but you’re always near me. Why is that?

  Benn’s face lit up a warm smile, his back still hunched as he looked up towards the blond-haired soldier’s statement. Putting both of his elbows onto his thighs, with his hands holding his knees, Benn let off a pyful chuckle.

  (Benn) Yeah … love is love …

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  (Quintiles 29, 59 / 7:55PM)

  (Jerry and Jenny)

  (Jerry’s thoughts) Seriously, who is she anyway? And why is she holding hostages?

  (Jerry) Before we begin our little fight, do you mind telling me what you are and why are you doing this? I don’t like to y hands on women, so I hope it’s not just some psychotic reason…

  The woman, or rather the teenage girl who looked to be slightly older than Loraine, looked up to see both Jerry and Jenny eyeing her, not losing sight. Swiping away the bck hair that covered her left eye, she silently stood and kept her small mouth shut, folding her arms in the process.

  Jerry slowly breathed in and out, his eyes continuing to focus on the girl. Inching towards the girl with medium height, Jerry noticed that she looked up with her eyelids, not moving her head an inch from its pce.

  (Jerry) The least we could do is probably just tie you up and be asked for questioning. You don’t look like a fighter, nor do you look like you take pleasure in killing people, so…

  Jerry extended his hand out, his right hand shaking softly. Making a nonchant face, his lips remained in a normal frown, a bead of sweat rolling down from his right temple.

  (Jerry) Wanna do a truce? There’s nothing we can gain or lose if we fight.

  The girl then extended her hand too, her frail and bony arm barely managing to force her hand to move, both of them holding their hands in a firm agreement like a couple of businessmen. Smiling warmly, the crevices of her lips created an angelic smile simir to a certain girl in the Dark Angels.

  Closing her eyes as her hair swung back, the grip of her hand instantly loosened.

  (???) There is something that I could gain from this fight…

  A gunshot was heard…

  (Jerry) Hmm … wait … what …

  Jerry looked down towards where his hand was, the hand that he shook with the girl to settle their differences.

  But her hand wasn’t there.

  Repcing the girl’s hand was a heavy-weight revolver, the barrel of the gun emitting smoke.

  (Jerry) H-Huh?

  Slowly pulling out his hand, he slowly turned it around to see his palm covered in a warm substance that Jerry was familiar with.

  He gasped as a bolt of pain ravaged his right hand, as a major hole sprouted out from the middle of his hand. The bullet wasn’t just lodged in there, it practically made an actual hole in the middle of Jerry’s hand.

  Jerry gripped the wide-open wound with his left hand, taking many steps back as droves upon droves of blood poured down onto the rusted floor of the metal factory. His throat hitching his breath, his vocals wanted to tear themselves up, and yet…

  (Jerry) Hope! Hope! Hope!

  Jerry then noticed another area where a warm liquid fell from, a droplet of sultry red blood dripping out from underneath. With his left hand, he slowly touched the area where another leakage occurred, his eyes clenching from the stabbing pain.

  Jerry y on his left side as the bullet that managed to clean its way through his hand, managed to lodge itself inside of his stomach. Tears welling up from his eyes, he wanted to scream, he wanted a miracle, he wanted…

  (Jenny) Jerry!

  Jenny sprinted a few steps towards where Jerry y down, crouching down instantly as she pced her hand on his forehead. Feeling the contents of Jerry’s cold sweat on his forehead, her hands slowly trembled as she rubbed his forehead with brittle care.

  (Jenny) Hang on! I’ll get some of the soldiers to—

  A click was heard, followed by a reload.

  (Jenny’s thoughts) Damn her!

  Turning rapidly towards the girl with her right hand being repced by a revolver, Jenny stood up as she saw the girl pointing her gun hand towards her. Pulling out her spiked frying pan, she wielded it with both of her hands, gripping the handle of the pan as she pointed it toward the girl.

  The girl continued to point her gun hand towards Jenny, not bothering to use her left hand at all. As if the gun was part of her, the trigger, without the girl pulling it manually, automatically fired on its own, with six bullets barraging towards the monolid woman with gsses.

  (Jenny) You’re going to pay!

  Jenny extended her frying pan as if she wielded it like a bat, her knuckles on the verge of breaking. Lunging to the left, she used mostly her right leg to push herself off the ground, the dirty metal floor clearing off a hint of rust as the shockwave of her push created a small dent.

  The girl shot them as soon as Jenny lunged to the left, with most of the bullets missing their mark as they traveled through the emptiness of the evening lighting of the factory. But there were a couple of bullets that managed to come into contact as Jenny was barreling her cautious bald.

  (Jenny’s thoughts) Oh crap!

  Jenny used the bottom of the frying pan to deflect the bullets from hitting her, two bullets creating small but noticeable dent marks on the bck spiked metal. For deflection, the two bullets deflected back to the person who shot the gun, which led to…

  (???) Hmm?

  Standing still through all of this, the girl tilted her head to the side, pcing her small finger on her right cheekbone. Because she tilted her head, out of luck or skill, the two bullets didn’t y a touch on her, going towards the wall that the girl’s back was facing.

  The girl saw all of this happening, leading her to forget about Jenny for a split second.

  And in that split second.

  (Jenny) Come here!

  Jenny was a mere feet away from the girl, leading her to ignite her slim yet muscur muscles as she dug the handle of the pan with her fingertips. Thrusting her arms towards the little girl’s face, Jenny clenched her teeth as her enamels let out a tiny amount of sparks.

  The spiked frying pan then closed the gap, nding the critical blow into the side of the girl’s right cheekbone. With the spikes on the bottom of the pan making contact, the spikes dug deep into the lich’s cheek, holes forming along her face.

  But Jenny wasn’t done.

  Contracting her muscles so that an absurd amount of strength poured through her right and left arms, Jenny managed to croak the handle to the point where the handle started to crack. Creating a mini shockwave, the air trapped between the pan and the lich girl’s face managed to explode into a loud cmp.

  But Jenny didn’t send the girl flying…

  Or rather the only part of the lich girl’s body was fling was—

  (???) Oh my, that’s not good…

  A single body part flew to the other side of the building, the limb soaring high in the air. Being in the air for not that long, the limb started to roll across the dirty and rusty floor of the factory, accumuting an absurd amount of dust and rust as the front of the limb was…

  (???’s thoughts) Oh no … got some rust in my eye.

  The lich’s head was rolling down through the factory floor, her pale face covered in red as the rust managed to create artificial rashes on her skin. Putting her pan back to the base of her body, she looked at the faraway head that she dislodged, her eyes panning to the spiked frying pan.

  (Jenny’s thoughts) I think I used too much strength…

  The head of the lich girl managed to stop rolling, with her head being 20 to 30 feet away from Jenny’s position. Seeing that the head wasn’t regenerating, Jenny pced her pan forward as she focused her attention on the head.

  Turning her eyes towards a soldier hiding in the distance in the shadows, Jenny turned her head to the cowering soldier.

  (Jenny) Help Jerry now! He’s losing blood!

  (Scared Soldier) O-Ok!

  As the soldier ran towards the injured Jerry, Jenny continued to give her attention to two body parts. With a bead of sweat rolling down from her left temple, her grip on the pan started to loosen.

  (Jenny’s thoughts) Now which body part is she going to regenerate from? Wait … every lich or Zompire's weakness is their heart. If I take her heart now…

  And sure enough, the lich girl’s body was right in front of Jenny, her kill right for the taking.

  With the body of the lich girl lying on the ground, pouring tar from her missing head, Jenny raised both of her arms, the pan clouding the dim light from the ceiling as her grip loosened evermore. Spreading both of her legs out, Jenny made a stance as what a person with a sledgehammer would make, the spikes of the pan dripping tar onto the body.

  (Jenny’s thoughts) Then her misery would end.

  Thrusting her body forward, Jenny expanded her slim muscles so that her grip on the pan tightened. On its trajectory to her heart, the pan accumuted an abnormal amount of inertia, causing the pan to create a mini sonic boom as the air around the edges of the pan hardened.

  As the spikes of the pan started to close in on the left side of the girl’s chest…

  (???) Not every lich has their heart on their left chest.

  Jenny stopped the motion of her pan, the spikes of the pan barely touching her chest as the sudden stop caused a small airwave that entrapped the lich’s body for a split second. Keeping the pan on the girl’s heart, Jenny revolved her head to where the girl's head was, the grip of the pan loosening again.

  (Jenny) What?!

  (???) My heart is where my brain is at, and my brain is where my heart is at.

  The head of the girl faced her head towards Jenny, her artificially red face pstered with rust looking upon the monolid beauty many feet away. Not even smirking or smiling, the girl didn't even let out a frown, her mouth formed in a straight line as her nose, left cheek, and forehead rexed.

  Jenny turned her focus onto the head of the bodiless girl, still having the pan pointing towards the girl's chest. Sharpening her eyes at the girl, Jenny sprouted a vein from her hand as she creaked the pan under immense pressure.

  (Jenny) I’m not buying that! Are you saying that liches are different from normal zompires!?

  (???) When using blessings, unlike humans, liches can alter their organs into different pces if their blessing is suitable for it. If humans did the same, then they would end up killing themselves in the process.

  (Jenny) Why are you telling me this?

  Jenny pointed her pan towards the lich girls’ head, despite the vast difference in location between them. Breathing in hurriedly, Jenny started to feel a sharp pain in her chest, the pain feeling as if someone pinched her heart.

  Ignoring her breathing, Jenny swiped her head once, returning her attention to the girl.

  (Jenny) Just what are you pnning? What are you achieving by telling us your secret?

  (???) … I just wanted to buy myself extra time…

  A body stood up from behind her, rapidly getting back up as it silently faced—well with no face, had her body and chest facing the back of Jenny. Noticing that the lich girl’s body was up, Jenny turned her head to see the headless body, tar spttered all across the girl’s chest and stomach.

  (???) I hate when my hand is groveling on the ground. I just hate it.

  (Jenny’s thoughts) Oh no … I should kill her now!

  Pushing her right leg off the ground, she lunged herself straight towards the headless body, the body that remained still and content as she barely moved her arms and legs. Noticing that the body wasn’t backing down from Jenny’s attack, she slightly crouched down as for what she was about to do…

  (Jenny’s thoughts) Maybe this will work.

  She kicked herself off the ground, reaching a height that humans shouldn’t be able to jump.

  Kicking the rusted floor with her heels, caused her entire body to spring up into the air. Seeing that the body continued to not move an inch, Jenny turned her body the opposite way, while doing a backflip midair so that her nding would be smooth.

  (Jenny’s thoughts) I never do this unless I have to. I’m still not an expert at it.

  With the soles of her feet carefully nding on the ground, the inertia and mass of the jump managed to push Jenny down, making her crouch deeply to the floor. For a couple of seconds, Jenny composed herself as her holster that wielded her frying pan was still in pce.

  (Jenny’s thoughts) Good, it didn’t fall off.

  Wielding the frying pan with her right hand, Jenny charged forward as she managed to nd behind the lich girl, her body not flinching or even turning back from the sudden change of positions. With a simple click of a button, the bottom of the pan emitted a rge amount of spikes, the spikes in the front of the pan being dropped down.

  Extending both of her hands backward, Jenny continued to sprint towards the girl, the lich's back wide open. Targeting the left side of the back, Jenny’s muscles expanded again as she swung the pan with another surge of strength.

  For the spectators, a cowardly soldier was treating Jerry, his eyes focused on the monolid beauty as she aggressively charged the lich.

  (Scared soldier’s thoughts) Just how much strength does she have? She swings her pan like nothing…

  Halfway through her charge—

  The girl spun around, with two of her arms being repced by assault rifles.

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  (Scared soldier) Take cover!

  (Jenny’s thoughts) What…?

  The lich girl’s arms without warning unleashed a barrage of bullets straight towards Jenny, her entire body ricocheting back and forth as the recoil of both assault rifles managed to loosen the girl’s bance on her feet.

  Jenny, who saw this unexpected tide of the battle, had her eyes wide open, her entire body enclosed in a sultry sweat as the bullets moved closer and closer to where she was charging forth. With nowhere to go, Jenny extended her frying pan outward, covering her chest and stomach.

  (???’s thoughts) Simpleton.

  Jenny thrusted herself to the left to avoid the assault rifles' tsunami of bullets. By pushing both of her legs, her legs buckled underneath the whelming strain.

  Yet despite this sudden maneuver, and with Jenny defending her chest and stomach, the handle of the pan that tried to block her stomach was nothing more than useless.

  (Jenny’s thoughts) I…

  Some of the assault rounds that were emitted from the lich girl managed to lodge themselves deep into her lower stomach, holes upon holes of bullets ciming home in her digestive tract of Jenny. Falling without touching the ground with her feet, her left arm and side were doing it for her.

  Letting go of the spiked frying pan, she quickly put both her hands onto her lower stomach, feeling a rge portion of the warm liquid leaking out. The droplets of blood reached downwards onto the rusted floor, and soon a constant stream of blood started to emit out of her.

  (Jenny) Help! Help!

  Her vision going blurry, her ears ringing with tinnitus, her mouth opening wide open, her nostrils fring upwards. Clutching both of her hands towards her lower stomach, she fluttered rapidly, her eyelids flinching inhumanly possible.

  (Jenny’s thoughts) I don’t wanna go!

  Her breath started to decrease rapidly, her lungs starting to weaken as the air that she should’ve been inhaling normally now was starting to contract within. Pretty soon, even her heart felt the ck of blood being pumped, causing her to open her mouth wider as soon blood started to pour out from the corner of her left lip.

  (Jenny’s thoughts) I don’t wanna go! I don’t wanna go!

  The blood that poured from her intestines started to reach her chest, and her arms and legs soon felt the warm and sticky substance. Her brain was still active, her eyes continued to pan the area around her with fastening speed, her eye sockets making her eyes tremble as her head started to shake uncontrolbly.

  (Jenny’s thoughts) I don’t wanna go! I don’t wanna go! I don’t wanna go! I don’t wanna go!

  (???) Thank you for the little fight. It was nothing worth fighting for, yet you still charged forth with no pn.

  (Jerry) I promised … pants … myself to never y hands on a woman …

  With her vision and hearing still on hyperdrive, Jenny panned her eyes close to where Jerry’s voice was, the pupils of her eyes diting as she noticed the blurry figure holding a sword.

  Jerry wielded a sword with his left hand, his right arm motionless to gravity as blood continued to stream out of the hole that was sticking out. Putting his arm down to the ground, the bde of the normal-looking single-edged sword managed to trickle down a droplet of hot tar.

  (Jerry) But … pants … you my friend are no woman …

  A thump was heard across the room.

  (???) Hmm?

  Her head entirely focused on the dying Jenny, her eyes panned towards where Jerry was, his breathing coming in heavy intervals. Followed by his chest heaving frantically up and down, his left hand squeezing the grip of his sword, and his legs on the verge of buckling, Jerry continued to look toward the headless girl’s body.

  The girl, her eyes squinting at him, noticed a limb was on the floor, being covered in a pool of tar. Noticing this, the girl’s head started to shake as her hair began to sprout up, followed by her lips puckering up into her mouth.

  (???) My arm…

  Her right arm, a limb that was repced by an assault rifle, turned into her normal arm as it was cut down from near the shoulder. Sweat started to drip from her forehead, the girl moved her body that was separated from her head to jump back a couple of steps.

  (???) You cheat.

  Jerry barely moved his legs forward, the strength within his legs holding him back severely as he couldn’t lunge or jump. His breath hot and frantic, he wielded the sword strong enough to try to swing at her left arm.

  (Jerry) Come here!

  Of a voice without water and moisture, Jerry’s raspy breath was heard across the room as Jenny’s vision started to wither away, leaving her with nothing more than hearing the fight with her well-formed ears. Closing her eyes, her body began to rex as her legs and arms continued to be touched by the pouring blood coming out of her intestines.

  Gncing his eyes towards the bleeding Jenny, Jerry bit his lips as blood started to pour out of the upper lip, not bothering to wipe it away. Randomly swinging his sword with his left arm, Jerry eyed the girl’s left arm evermore, his eyes on the verge of shutting down as the ck of blood caused his legs to slightly buckle.

  (Jerry’s thoughts) Please let me hit her arm! Just once, please lend me a hand dy luck!

  (???) I should end this quickly.

  Instead of pointing her left arm at Jerry, she decided to raise the rifle as if it were a sword, her stance spotless and effortless as her legs spread out for the incoming attack.

  Jerry, being caught off guard, still managed to eye the headless body with precision, thrusting his sword onto the lich girl’s metallic guns, sparks flying as her strength was being tested against the elf. Slowly pushing the weight of his sword onto the girl, he was able to overpower the girl’s defense, his sword almost reaching the area where her heart was.

  (Jerry’s thoughts) Even if she is going defense, I’ll just thrust her heart and—

  (???) Is it true that your girlfriend was killed during the attack on Cstine?

  Jerry remained still as the swords that were holding the guns at bay suddenly managed to push Jerry away with ease. Being pushed back, Jerry tightened the grip on his sword with his left hand, looking towards the lich girl’s head that looked right into his soul.

  Pointing the sword toward the lich girl’s head, despite the long distance between them, his eyes gred as the lines beneath his eyes convoluted into pure anger.

  (Jerry) How did you know my girlfriend was killed!?

  (???) Her name was Sidney, correct?

  Jerry’s throat started to quiver as his hand continued to point toward the girl’s head, his hand trembling dangerously as his fingertips started to loosen from the base. Shaking his head to the side, Jerry darkened his face, not allowing any sunlight to reciprocate any reflection along his eyes or face.

  (Jerry) What does she have to do with this… Why is she important to you guys …

  (???) There is a way to bring her back. Back from the dead of what people call it.

  Widening his eyes at the procmation, Jerry’s sword that he held with his left hand loosened severely, his palms coated with hot sweat as he had trouble holding onto the grip. Gulping down whatever saliva or moisture would cleanse his parched throat, he steadied his breathing, dropping his sword to the ground.

  (Jerry) Do you … Do you mean it? Sidney would be back alive again?

  (???) Of course. But first, you must meet the Boss, and he doesn’t want anyone to know of our little secret base, so I’m going to have to blindfold you! Are you fine with that?

  Rubbing his right arm with his left hand, Jerry looked down onto the bullet wounds from his right hand and his lower stomach, blood continuing to pour out of there. Letting out a sigh, Jerry looked towards the bodiless girl again, his eyes submitting defeat.

  (Jerry) I’ll go with you … but can you promise me you won’t hurt that woman there, and have someone heal my wounds as well?

  (???) Of course. The boss wanted Boris, but I think he’ll be lenient enough to allow you. He’s not a complete authoritarian, but he is germaphobic…

  Panning his attention to the cowardly soldier not doing anything, having his gun pointed toward the headless body, Jerry yelled at the soldier despite not seeing him.

  (Jerry) Soldier! Tend to Jenny’s wounds! I’m going to settle this on my own…

  (Scared soldier) But Sir! This is a trap! Consider the possibility that your life is on the line!

  (Jerry’s thoughts) My entire life, I wanted one thing. Just one thing. No matter what, I’m achieving that goal…

  (Jerry) Consider this my sacrifice to save my second option! Tell David and the others, if they manage to pull through, that I’ll be doing it alone this time!

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  (Jenny’s thoughts) He promised me…

  Her vision started to bcken into nothing, the empty void that brought forth left her with the sounds of the battle ensuing in the vastness of reality.

  Her pupils dited enough to cause her to see the pinnacle of nothingness, the only saving grace of life was her ears that sparked memories, memories that weren’t shown but heard.

  (Iris in Jenny’s thoughts) Get back up! You can’t let men fight your own battles!

  (Jenny’s thoughts) But he promised me…

  Almost as if she was remembering a past that held her back, a past that needed one fixing.

  (David in Jenny’s thoughts) Keep moving forward Jenny. Sometimes you’ll find something that you wanted but never thought you wanted.

  (Jenny’s thoughts) I just wanted my promise to be granted…

  Can she be saved? Can she move forward despite being on the brink of death?

  Can her promise be granted under the cataclysm of this horrible world she lived in?

  (Kenichi in Jenny’s thoughts) I think it’s best if you forget about me, can you promise me that?

  (Jenny’s thoughts) Why can’t you promise me one thing…

  Her lungs failed, her heart stopped, and her brain went on overtime.

  Her body felt the shiver of an imaginary sheath scrapping the contents of her back.

  (Kenichi in Jenny’s thoughts) Don’t worry, I’ll be back as soon as the war is done. But please listen to your sister and parents more.

  (Jenny’s thoughts) You liar…

  The dition of her eyes returned to its normal state, her ears erasing the sounds of tinnitus.

  (Scared soldier) Hey, are you ok!? Are you breathing now again!?

  Her body was sucked back into the world of the living, her entire body flinched upwards as her vision, sense, smell, and taste shocked upwards into her soul. Looking around the factory in a frenzied manner, she turned her attention to the small and shy soldier who looked to be barely in his 20s.

  (Jenny) What happened?

  (Scared Soldier) R-Rest now. It looks like she’s gone.

  (Jenny) Oh…

  Jenny started to scratch her stomach, feeling a burning itch coming from her lower stomach. As her fingernails felt a warm liquid, the liquid coursing down onto her hand and palm, she noticed a foul manure smell.

  Sniffing the air around her, she noticed that the smell was coming from somewhere close. Fring her nostrils up with each sniff, her nose pointed to a particur area down underneath her.

  (Jenny) Wait …

  She put her hand in front of her face that was scratching her lower stomach, her eyes opening onward as her hand was covered in…

  (Jenny) Ha … Ha!

  A roaring amount of blood, her hand etched on the liquid as she continued to breathe heavily. Not only did she see blood, she saw two other supplements from her lower stomach, causing the scared soldier to gag behind her.

  First, she saw bits of pink and red particles on her fingernails.

  Second, she noticed that some of her fingertips had some brown pigments…

  (Jenny) HA!!

  Letting out a high-pitched shriek, Jenny colpsed her body onto the hands of the scared soldier, his hand holding the back of her shoulders. Smelling the foul odor coming from her slightly leaking intestines, the scared soldier focused his attention on her, pinching his nose with his right finger.

  (Scared soldier’s thoughts) I should signal the others so that they could give her the illegal syringe. I hope they have the balls to do so…

  Pcing her head on top of his p, the scrawny soldier put his hand on her forehead, feeling the high fever coming from her body. Using his left hand, he pulled out a walkie-talkie and dialed in three numbers, static being reached from the metal device.

  (Scared soldier) Going to need the syringe! I know it’s illegal, but this is a serious case here!