It took more than a few uses of to get Jacob to the point where he wasnt going to try to kill as soon as my back was turned. Subsequently, he was anable enough. Even helpful.
One of the big problems with this entire set-up was the utter lack of communication. On so level, I suspected that was the point. Cutting off our phones, enabling voice chat at the last minute, it all felt like an intentional move to cut down the likelihood of coordination between regions.
I voiced this thought to Jacob, and he nodded along thoughtfully. He made sothing of a strange image, now that he wasnt trying to shoot . His ratty button-down shirt was complinted by denim shorts that were soaked red with blood. Despite the rather terrifying aftermath still visible, his injuries seed all but healed.
Skinny alien man is trying to get us to go all Lord of the Flies, Jacob said. Scare the hell out of people, limit access to food, then put weapons in their hands.
For a person who was trying to curb stomp less than fifteen minutes ago, that was surprisingly astute. Well, its clearly working.
People up top are always trying to get the less-complicated folk to scrabble at the bottom. Its nothing new. Jacob winced, shifting from side to side. He gave a worried look. My group project might have turned into a solo-venture.
I blinked. You an
Yeh. Other ones all numb. Cant find it. Jacob reached down, and I made a pointed effort to not watch what he was doing as he adjusted himself. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him jump up and down, then give a little hip shake. Its probably just rescinded or sothing.
Oh yeah, of course. Probably fine.
There was an awkward pause.
Theres been plenty of people who did okay with only one, right? Jacob asked.
Uh. Sure. Napoleon, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Lance Armstrong I winced. Maybe not Lance Armstrong.
Or the other guy.
Or him, yeah.
I really needed to get moving, but I was trying to give Jacob room to breathe. He cocked his head.
Would you consider Tom Green successful? Jacob thought out loud.
We should really get back to the matter at hand, I finally interjected.
You got it, boss.
That was the second ti since Id healed his injury and revealed ways for us to coordinate that Jacob had called boss. It wasnt a thought Id put in his head. Id initially assud it was a colloquial fluke, yet he seed to be rolling with it. All around us, the civilians were slowly coming back. The threatening, dangerous vibe had diminished sowhat, but was still there. They seed to look at the others Id left on the ground, now sitting uncomfortably on the curb, and realize theyd dodged a bullet. Still, I kept one hand on my satchel.
Jacob turned to address them. I think, after what just happened, it's ti to change things up. A lone User almost wiped us out. The only way we keep that from happening again is by shifting strategies. Our first big problem: these. He cued , and I held up the bag of lux. There isnt a way to hide them. Even at an off angle, you can probably make a ballpark guess of how many are inside this bag.
Why is he still here? Soone asked. It was the woman Id fired through. She was still sitting on the curb, recovering, but had leaned forward, a an look in her eye.
I cleared my throat and stepped forward. Even through the mask, I felt the jittery nerves from public speaking. People are dying. We need to end this as soon as possible. Right now, everyones acting independently. Theres no way of monitoring which regions have lux, and which regions are tapped out. Thats where all of you co in.
Jacob, sensing I was struggling, stepped up. Sa setup. Scouts, communications, people posted everywhere. The difference is, we track any Users passing through our regions and let them through.
There was a clambering of anger that went through the crowd. Jacob held up his hands. I know, were all angry and scared. Its not fair that most of our people took off, but we have alternatives. Once the User heavy areas are fortified, our friend here expects them to fan out, help fortify the rest of the regions.
If theres actually enough for all of them.
It didnt feel good leaving that out. I started to speak, fighting through an errant stutter. I-if any of you have friends or family in other regions, contact them through voice chat. We need people at the receptacles counting, and other people watching for the flow of lux.
A woman raised her hand. I know soone in region fifteen.
My ex-wifes in twelve.
I stepped away and pulled up the interface to send a ssage.
Jacob and Sara did most of the organization, although the forr didnt seem to like the latter very much. I grew more confident in my selection of Jacob as a representative by the minute. He had a real understanding of his community, and was able to silence any dissenting voices, either logically or by rampant use of profanity.
Before I left, we had initial cooperation from region 7, 8, 11, 12, 15, 17, and 19. Even in regions that were User heavy, the civilians were itching for sothing to do. Surprisingly, none of the regions had declined. We just didnt have a way to get in touch with the missing ones.
Id toggled the ntal switch, ensuring that they didnt all forget the mont I walked away. Jacob was juggling voice chat and his radio when I began to make my exit. A few eyes followed , but it wasnt with the sa hungriness as before.
I pulled my motorcycle off the ground for the second ti, wincing at the damage my two untily dismounts had done to the paint. I really had to stop dropping it like that, or there was a good chance of more than just costic damage.
A man in khakis and balding brown hair ran up to . I nearly drew my crossbow, but stopped at the last second, hand tense at my side.
Problem?
Which direction are you heading? He asked.
South. Im not certain why I answered. Sothing about his panic felt authentic, like there wasnt an agenda behind him asking.
Going through region six by chance?
Region six was slightly out of my way, but only slightly. Could be. Why?
My kid, his wife, and a few friends I have there went quiet. And its not just . A few of us have family there and no one's saying shit.
I tapped my fingers on the grips of my bike, voicing a hm. From a cautious perspective, that sounded bad. The sort of thing I should stay away from. Still, I didnt like how close it was to my ho and if there was sothing either disrupting communications or wiping out entire regions, I needed to know about it.
Cant promise anything other than sticking my head-in, wont have ti to find anyone in particular. I said to the balding man.
He nodded, face still tinged with worry.
With that, I started my bike and took off in the direction of my apartnt complex.
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I was worried Id wasted too much ti with Jacob and the rest of region nine on a hypothetical that wouldnt work in practice. In reality, it started paying dividends almost imdiately. It helped that region 15being centrally locatedhad finished with their receptacle and imdiately went to assist the neighboring regions, including Jacobs. There was no visible change when the region was fortified. I hoped that fortification ant monsters would at the very least stop spawning or be banished altogether.
I glanced over my map. There were a few marked areas around region six, but it was one of the lux-poor regions overall. I wondered if
A feeling of danger brought my focus up front. It wasnt It was sothing more primal, more visceral. At first, I couldnt find it. There was a small cluster of demons shredding what looked like the remains of a person on a sidewalk corner on my left, but they were preoccupied. The feeling wasnt coming from them. I was almost at a loss before I looked upward.
Ahead was a simple office building Id passed by a hundred tis before. Only there was sothing wrong with it.
No windows.
Keeping to my early commitnt to stop throwing the bike around like it owed money, I ca to a slow, uneasy stop a few yards away on the map from the beginning of region six.
When I moved one foot to the ground, there was a resounding squelch. I looked down. A wave of nausea and revulsion went through , stronger than anything Ive ever felt.
I called Sara.
Hello? Sara said.
Keep I trailed off, swallowing bile. Keep your people the hell away from region six.
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