The mont I finished my sentence, Annie just looked at with a slight tinge of unwillingness before she stopped herself from giving ‘advice’. Her eyes then showed a mix of sadness and bitterness and she just sighed heavily before turning around and trying to make their way back.
However, she stopped after a few or so steps then she turned back to and looked in the eyes.
“P-Please… do think about what I just said… It’s really important to …”
“Sure… depends…” I half-heartedly said after I lightly sighed.
“…”
“…”
At this point, the two of us just montarily exchanged glances before we used the ti remaining from the break.
As it went on, more food, beverages, and ‘services’ were sold or rendered though so were trying to figure out the next ga from the things being built up in the play area. However, I couldn’t help but notice that almost everyone behind —the people from Quinn’s group—have completely stopped giving snarky comnts towards and my group— even towards the twins, and it wasn’t because I saved one of their own.
Saving one of them earned their respect but the thod I used to achieve it earned sothing else.
No one was actively showing it but each ti I tried to move my hands, the ones close to would flinch or get stunned in place— unsure of what to do. Furthermore, I noticed how they tried to properly carry themselves around but it was a hilarious sight.
‘They thought I gouge eyes out on a daily basis but fuck it, I’ll enjoy the street cred for as long as it would last.’
It didn’t take long before so of them tried to get into my good side.
“S-Sir… can I offer you so beer?”
“I’m fine for now, thanks.”
“S-Sir… can we offer you so tacos? It’s freshly made?”
“I’m fine—”
“How about a burrito, sir?”
“I—”
“So Jimmy’s Cervezas?”
“My girl?”
“Hah?”
“She gives good head—”
“How about so burgers, sir?”
“How about a massage, sir?”
“How about a car wash, sir?”
“How about so tuning, sir?”
“Do you need so oil change, sir?”
“How about a conversion?”
“Do you need so brake fluid?”
“I got a new set of wrenches here so—”
I casually waved them off, “Guys, stop. I’m fine, okay?”
“…!”
“…!”
“…!”
“Ah… I’m really fine…”
“…”
I didn’t think they’d flinch after that casual wave but I was trying my best to appear harmless and approachable.
But at this point, it had never been so quiet as they just stared at in silence but I couldn’t believe that I’d prefer their nagging over the rest of the girls leering at with a specific activity in mind.
It was because Kaley and I did a little sothing on the porta-potties so the rest of them wanted a quick one as well.
Cynthia and the twins were the ones that couldn’t hide it as much and I’m sure they’d cream from the simplest touch. However, I still needed a short break from trying to endure the pain of getting electrocuted and having a match with soone that gouges eyes out for fun.
With that said, I simply enjoyed the refreshnts handed to as the play area was finally set.
The host for this ga wasn’t hadn’t even co out yet but everyone’s eyes were locked onto the shipping containers that were placed by the entrance.
The entrance allowed two shipping containers to be placed side by side but four more shipping containers were stacked on each of them— making it a total of ten shipping containers filled with deadheads.
However, another ten were placed right behind them, making it a grand total of twenty shipping containers filled with god knows how many biters. They were separated by an extended door but once the crew above them pulled it out, there was a short commotion before it kinda died down.
Well, we weren’t exactly sure that they contained just regular deadheads but from the constant banging and dull thuds coming from them, I guess it would be safe to assu our little theory.
‘We gotta bring ‘them’ out now… I wonder what the other families’ have on their end?’
With that said, it’s just that there was a huge-ass vault right by the stage, and from the looks of it, it did more than just get pulled by two Chargers in a certain movie franchise that got a little out of hand.
The vault was almost the sa size but the number of dents, scratches, and bullet holes it sustained was enough for to speculate it was hiding a secret. However, compared to the shipping containers stacked on top of one another, this vault was nary making a sound.
It was just sitting there like it was taking a small nap but nobody in this place thought it was there just for decoration.
‘It’s gotta be sothing…’
After a few more minutes of checking the play area, no sort of announcer or host took to the stage but the huge screen just behind it displayed words large enough for everybody to see:
[Hello everyone.]
After that short ssage, each letter was deleted one by one and the next set of words was typed in one by one as well.
[The host for the fourth ga has gone missing but the show must go on.]
[Before I explain the rules for this ga, I require two participants from each team— but to increase their chances of survival, I require them to bring so sort of protection from the biters— but to ensure the safety of the ones on the viewing platforms, firearms are prohibited.]
[Yes, this ga wouldn’t be like the first three and the chances of death are high—if you’re a weak-ass punk who only killed four biters in his fucking miserable life—]
At this mont, the typing stopped and the last part of the ssage was deleted before it continued.
[Yes, this ga wouldn’t be like the first three and the chances of death are high so if you want the team mbers you sent out to co back, send your best ones out there. Equip them with the best equipnt you got and anything goes as long as they send out projectiles that could harm the crowd.]
[And these are the rules:]
[All of the players will start at the outer ring— the opposite side of where the shipping containers are, and the mont I give the signal, it will be a race to whoever manages to get to the vault and open it.]
[What’s in the vault(box), might you ask?]
[It could be anything.]
[Just make sure to put whatever you find on the podium—that will be sent up the mont the ga starts—and the pair that manages to do it wins.]
[Simple enough?]
[Right. It’s already obvious as to what is inside those shipping containers so I’ll give five minutes for each group to get ready and then we’ll start.]
[5:00]
[4:59]
[4:58]
‘Wait…’
[4:57]
‘That’s it?’
[4:56]
‘Where the fuck do we get the code for the vault?’
At this point, I was still confused by the lack of direction from the fourth ga but I noticed that everyone in my group was either staring at by turning their heads or leaning forward to get a good look.
I chuckled as I shook my head, “Alright, alright… I’ll go with the fucking normie, Mik—”
Tatiana cut off, “No, you’re not. I’m going.”
Mikhail tried to interject, “But—”
“I’m going. I don’t care who I’m with but I’m going.”
“Tatiana—”
“Co on! I’m sitting on my butt here for two gas already! I gotta burn off the food I ate! What’s even the problem?!”
“Well… Hmm. There’s no problem, fuck it. Use your axe though.”
“Wha— Why?! It’s a fucking bitch to clean! Can I just use my—”
“YOU DON’T EVEN CLEAN IT! YOU JUST LEAVE IT OUTSIDE AND WAIT FOR TO SEE IT!”
“Ah, right. I’ll use it then!”
“…”
At this point, I felt like banging my head into a wall as Tatiana fetched her own version of our axes that could rapidly inject gas or co2 into its target, but Kaley had already pulled out my wakizashi and handed it over to , handle first.
“Use that too or I’ll lt it in a vat of acid,” Kaley said nacingly as she stared at dead in the eyes.
“Ahaha… Sure, sure…”
“Mm-Hmm.”
“I doubt I’ll get to use it but—”
“No buts, take it.”
“R-Right…”
As I was fastening my wakizashi to my belt with my katana, a glint of tal caught my eye and I saw Quinn donning a pair of gloves that looked like a mix of the Atlas Gauntlets and the Fist of Tebigong.
They reached past her elbow and the only thing I could describe it right now was it was cool as fuck.
It had several chanical parts to support hand and finger movent besides the obvious protection it could provide— but my eyes got glued to the long tal case that was brought up to her.
‘If she pulls out that hamr, I’m gonna fucking shit myself.’
Well, let’s just say that my pants wouldn’t be brown this ti because she actually pulled out a halberd/poleaxe variant that was a foot taller than her that had an axe, hamr, and spear sides on one end while having a blunt counterweight on one end.
And her partner had a simple crowbar.
‘…’
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