NOVEL NEXT Chapter 91: In The Shadows, 2
With careful steps, Quagmire stalked the shadows, lying in wait for his next victims, though from now, he had to make sure that he would not get lost in his own world of thoughts. If it it was not due to his quick responsiveness, then he might be in his grave or roaming the streets if ever. Which he does not want to happen.
As he began to adjust to his surroundings, and his adrenaline dwindled and passed. He began to make out the surrounding areas around him, and the includes the pervasive scents that wanders around. The atrocious assault on his sense of smell is the most foul, along with the lingering scent of burnt wood, and rotten meat that seemed to permeate throughout the entire fortress.
It was so bad that he almost threw up, which he was only able to stop by forcing himself to think about other things, which proved to be effective, as his gaze and focus went into the surroundings areas, and in his mind. Entering in a state of almost meditation, all the while being aware of his surroundings.
A few moments pass by, and he arrived at a crossroads, not thinking much about it. He was about to cross when his ears perked up, as if hearing something from quite a distance. Suspicious of it, he stopped himself just before he entered the crossway.
With utter swiftness and softness, he strode towards a wall that has a barricade near it; he plopped down and hid behind the barricade, with his head slightly above it, just nearly enough for him to see through what is on the other side.
A ruffling sound came about, and his focus rose, and after a few moments passes by. A ghoul came about, followed by another and another, exactly three ghouls passes by him, and under the cover of darkness he observed.
By now, even the weak illumination of light from the moon, his eyes have already perfectly adjusted to the night, although it is not good as night vision, but he definitely could make out things from a distance and recognize it for what it is.
As soon as the three ghouls were a few meters from him, he stepped out of his hiding spot, and with a forward right, he stalked them in the shadows. Each passing moments, the distance between them shortens every slightly. Now once a few more moments had passed by, he was practically a meter before the last ghoul.
Quagmire, not waiting for anything, took a decisive action that proved to be fatal if failed. With a sudden step and a complete dash, he moved forward, and in a single second, his knife was mere meters from the ghoulish head.
Before the knife was struck, he raised his left hand forward, and grabbed the head, and covered the ghoulish mouth, and just in time, the knife was brought forward. The ghoul, realizing what was about to happen, attempted to scream, but to no avail. It was already covered, and with slight moments, the ghoul lost the fire in its eyes that was lit for a second time.
The ghoul let a final squirm and finally let go. Quagmire, with cautious eyes, glanced forward, and saw that the other ghouls have not yet noticed of what was happening, and so with a smirk, he carefully placed the corpse down, and with a slight touch, no sound was made, and so the plan continues.
With wary eyes, he glanced from forward to downward, in multiple intervals, once he was nearing, a precision only meant for a gun he controlled his breathing, from breathing heavily, it was then significantly lowered by a few notches. Once, it was enough, he hurriedly step quickly with grace and speed.
Unfortunately, the ghoul in front of him suddenly stopped. Upon seeing the events, Quagmire let out a few sweats. Thankfully, it only seemed the ghoul in front was distracted by some other things. The bad thing is, the ghoul at the very front has also stopped, and would be risking to turn around and finding him. Which is a grave mistake.
Quagmire racked up his mind, numerous thought ran through his mind, from preposterous proposition and to logical ones, however not one would lead to the best result, fortunately, a glint sparkled in the periphery of his vision.
It was a shiny stone. Seeing the stone, Quagmire's mouth twirled into a terrifying, pleasant smile. Thus, he lowered his back and brought his right foot forward and bent it along with the other knee. Once bent and lowered, using his right hand. He stretched it out and reached for the shiny stone.
Not wanting to waste any time, he stood up, and raised the hand with the stone, then brought it back and threw it at a few meters distance, making sure the directory could not be followed in his direction. The stone struck a wooden structure and came crashing down into a dilapidated house that was already broken down.
The two ghouls, with immediate alertness, came moved about with incredible haste. Perhaps the prospect of catching an escaped livestock and eating it for oneself was too great. Though, they could only blame their misfortunes, as Quagmire shadowed them from behind a few meters from them, with an enormous smile that could shame a child who only knows how to smile.
Each of his steps was like silent lightning. It was terrifying, it was deadly, but it was silent. It could not be heard, could only be seen, and this is the perfect representation of it. The ghouls were distracted; it was the perfect opportunity for Quagmire. Thus, he stepped forward with a smirk, with his knife facing forward.
The ghouls raised their foot, and with a force of mountain kicked the door open with absolute fury, and evidently a chilling smile in their rotten faces. The rooms were dark, but they were not bothered at all. After all, their enemies only knows how to hide. Which is precisely why they have been able to push the myriads back as far as here and wherever they are.