NOVEL NEXT Chapter 46: Going Back
"There's no need for that, the creatures have all been dealt with." Draziel said off-handedly as he limped forwards, towards one of the lights illuminating the floor. The injuries he had sustained from the fight were no joke and he could feel his body weakening slightly.
From the numbness, he was feeling in the bones of his arm had a feeling he had somehow been infected.
The Mutant has stabbed its claws deep into his bones during the chokehold, which might have transmitted some kind of virus into his body. Body with his resistance, he should be able to fight it.
Jacobs's brows furrowed as he heard Draziel's words but before he could reply, Katniss cut him to it as she snorted heavily. "This is not the time to brag Draziel. I saw the creature tear apart two Mutated Giant Pigeons in just a second, meaning it was a Type 1 creature, no less. If you said you've killed the creature, you might as well tell us you have eliminated the Licker lurking outside the company also."
"That I also did." His lips curled to a smirk as he responded.
Daveen eyed Draziel doubtfully and even Jacob was unconvinced by his claims not to mention Glinda and Katniss whose expression was one of mistrust.
"Everyone can brag Draziel, but at least make it believable." Glinda inputted dubiously.
Draziel chuckled but didn't say anymore. He caught sight of his arm with the flicker of light and then frowned as he dropped it down. He needed to treat his wound before it starts to fester.
"Forget about all that, what about the survivor that was with you, did he survive." Jacobs suddenly asked.
Draziel's eyes flashed and he shook his head.
"No. He was killed." Frankly, he didn't lie, he only prevaricated. The man was killed, he just didn't say he was the one who killed him.
Jacob sighed heavily and his shoulder slumped a bit.
"More than half of the survivors are dead while a few of us managed to actually escape the flock of those animals. We only managed to escape ourselves cause we were having a meeting about how to grind for evolution points when the attack happened."
As they recalled the horrifying scene of the beasts tearing apart their fellow humans and sucking their brains out like as though it was coconut drink, they instantly became terror-stricken, sacred witless almost to death. It could have been them it would have happened to had they not been in the hallway, talking to each other.
Draziel eyed them curiously, their expression made him very unusual. Especially that of Glinda who was about to break down and cry this very second as her body trembled violently, fogs appearing on the face of her gas mask as her breathing increased. She was probably sobbing internally.
Daveen's head hung low as he leaned in the wall, sliding down to the ground until his face rested on his knees. Katniss, gently stroked Glinda's hair, probably to take comfort in her as the other hand tightened to a fist, her facial muscles spamming.
Draziel pursed his lips and wondered if they were all trying to be funny with their various expressions. He couldn't be blamed though because he had never cared enough to watch the expressions of other people. Therefore it was a bit bizarre to him.
"I'm going to go now." He found the last room by the edge of the hallway and opened the door.
Entering into the room, he walked towards the bathroom while grabbing a bottle of whisky he found by the wardrobe.
Checking the cabinets by the sink, he found a first-aid box within which he immediately used to cleanse the injury on his forearm along with some alcohol, swallowing the whole pill sachet of antibiotics and pushing down with the bottle of whisky. His metabolism had increased along with his growth in physique, hence him using ten times the medicine.
Thankfully, it was only a regular infection, not a deadly one.
Time passed and in roughly 20 minutes, he had cleaned and stitched himself up, closing all of his wounds.
Naturally, it would roughly take at least a two weeks for an ordinary human to heal from such injury if it wasn't stitched up but if stitched up, it would approximately take about a week.
But Draziel's vitality point had reached an intense level. Vitality point of 12 bestows him the Physique and vitality of 12 men combined. Which signified his healing rate is ten times faster than a normal human.
He estimated his wounds will heal within 24 hours. Infact, he could feel his skin itching and twitching as his cells rapidly worked to replace the broken ones. His body had already started healing on its own, but it was quite disturbing.
Draziel tapped and held a spot below his ear, on his neck. "Call Yvonne."
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He pursed his lips and gently limped to the door, locking it tightly. He then took a thin thread, tied it to the door and connected it to a glass cup, balancing the glass cup by it's edge, he placed it on the glass table he had moved closer.
After making all of the necessary preparations, Draziel lied on top of the bed and his gloomy blue eye closed. His breathing slowed and his body temperature slowly reduced as he sank into a strange state of sleep. The pistol was placed at his right arm, and his left arm was lightly laid atop of the Severance Blade.
In Draziel's opinion, the time he was awake was one world, and the time he spent asleep was a different world altogether, neither was meant for rest.
This world of darkness would at times be peaceful, and at times one of clamoring and fragmented monstrosities. When awake, most of these fragments would fade from his memory.
In new environments, Draziel's sleep would normally be extremely light. This signified that he would be in a quiet and dreamless state of sleep that would enable him to react to any small changes which was extremely helpful to him during missions.
This company was definitely a new environment, and as such, Draziel was relatively cautious when asleep.