Solo Apocalypse Chapter 5

I stared at the man in front of , having tied him down with zip ties. We were both in the lab now. My actual self had gone out to help him here, alone Second was too weak. I wouldnt have risked the maneuver without having a set of eyes above that basically functioned as a real-ti cara.

Id had just enough ti. I was here and Second and Third were out there. So I was both here and there. It hurt my head if I thought about it too much. My clones and I shared the sa mind, but even I wasnt clear if it was three instances of the sa will or a single puppeteer. My understanding leaned towards sothing in between.

Again, it hurt my head, so I stopped thinkingand started thinking.

Could I kill? That was the first question. They had tried to kill , they were openly hostile, and I needed to survive. Yes, I could kill. Did I need to? Considering everything and their numbers, the answer was probably also yes.

Then how?

I sat underground, safe and sound, as my clones above worked. I directed them as much as they directed themselves, working off what we all knew. My input wasnt even needed, and I couldnt be sure if Id thought of the plan, or if it had co to all of us at once.

Third played overwatch. Big Brother. The eyes in the sky. The watcher above. So long as he saw it all, I saw it all.

Second had to do the fighting. Which ant I had to fight. He would be the boots on the ground, the agent on the field. The hardest job with half my physicality. I grimaced, I couldnt risk my real self.

Second stopped by the stairwell and opened another storage closet there. It was the likeliest place to find any kind of tal implent to use as a weapon. I hadnt searched it earlier, but there it was: a crowbar.

For now, it would be good enough.

Second waited for any of the information to beco useful.

The creatures moved in pairs and I realized they checked all the boxes for goblin except worse. Grotesque. They moved in pairs, wore simple loincloths, and had claws on both hands and feet, moving about like primates.

They could speak to each other too. I shivered, a spark of intelligence was enough to worry . They split up into pairs, leaving one alone. The paired goblins stalked around the building, leaving one behind to watch.

They were taking it slow which was exactly what I didnt want.

That gave a single target. Outside and alone. The risk was minimal, considering the expendable nature of my clones, but losing Second ant Id be blind to going ons of the inside of the building.

Still, any opportunity to thin their numbers was

Hey The man, Horace, struggled as he regained consciousness. Hey! What the hell? He stared around and found sitting.

Youre safe, man. I cald him down.

Why the hell am I tied up? He tensed against his bonds. Wary and hostile, cornered.

Were in the laboratory under the building. And youre tied up because you threatened to blow to pieces, rember? I jogged his mory. I helped clean up your leg.

His eyes slid to his thigh, patched up as best it could be. He relaxed, minutely. Im not gonna attack you, after that. He said after a mont. Christ, I was gonna die.

And Im not doing this for anything but my safety. I replied, tracking the happenings above. I have no idea what can you do but I saw you hand glowing and Im trusting you on your threats.

Second dashed out as soon as Third confird the little goblin thing had turned around. I watched myself brain the creature from behind, its body fell in a muffled thump. The other four were on the other side of building. I had enough ti to drag the corpse near the murky waters and was just strong enough to throw it in, leaving no trace.

Im not gonna hurt you, dude. He said, having cald down. You can untie . Im not stupid enough to attack the only group of survivors.

I saddened at that. Theres no one else? I asked quietly.

I saw them die. He said blankly. His eyes were seeing sothing else. Then it went for and, well. He gestured, tried to, at his leg.

Whats your na? I asked him, though I already knew.

Horace Wakes. He replied. And you? Where are the others?

Evahn Wynst. I said. The others are outside.

The pair of goblins rounded the building and found their other mber missing. They gibbered at each other, looking around questioningly, before pointing to the buildings entrance. The two of them approached the door, walked through.

I was waiting on the other side. I didnt need to hear them to know where they were. I waited for them to fully enter, waited for the right angle. Then I kicked the door shut behind them and swung for ones head, knocking it out in a pile of flailing limbs. The other one hissed, lunging for instantly but I dodged backward and swung again, smashing its skull in.

Two more.

Do you see all this too? Horace asked, gesturing loosely. Uh, level, class, strength, dex, all that?

Yeah. I replied, his words confirming I wasnt crazy. It looked like everyone had sothing similar. If they lived long enough to discover it. The thought was sobering.

So what did you get? He asked pointedly. There was were people with abilities. He grimaced. I think they were Skills. I have one too. I saw soone shoot flas from his hands.

[Notice]: You have leveled up: Level 3.

To say I was distracted was wrong. I had my entire attention on the conversation, just as I had my entire attention on the happenings outside. Here, I was sitting having a conversation about the end of the world. Out there, I lived it.

If you dont mind, Ill keep it to myself. I replied as a claw raked across my back.

Horace leaned back and I brought the crowbar down, breaking bones from the sound of its crunch. The visceral sound of flesh and bone, right in that mont, threatened to overwhelm . All of .

Id clubbed them upside the head but I had never looked.

Now, I had to. I had to fight this living creature struggling against a killer, with a arm that bent the wrong way, bleeding but alive. Its friendno, I couldnt think of them like that. Yet II saw the lifeless body in the background, one part of my world moving slowly, defending against a creature I could end with a swing of my weapon.

Second threw up and I scread.

W-what the fuck? Horace jumped, pressing against the wall. What the fucks wrong with you? Fear in his eyes.

I groaned, grabbing my eye, realizing I could see. Blinking. I was still screaming, not here, but there. Bleeding from my eye, crying. My hand was bloodied, my own blood, the crowbar was slick in my grip, but my knuckles were white.

You fucking bastard.

Then I killed the last goblin.