(Fred) Where exactly are we heading to sir?!

(Sergeant) We’re heading to the statue of Claudrick, the center of the museum!

Six men ran through the debris-ridden field of grass and stone that was covered in dust. Eyes narrowed as they saw the amount of destruction of most of the outside monuments and structures that made the museum. Their eyes panned to the many groups of people that held out the many zompire groups before looking ahead, not wanting to see the brutalities around them.

Fred’s lungs jabbed at his chest, his liver stabbing his stomach as he placed his right hand onto his side. His chest heaving up and down, Fred ground his teeth together as he tried to keep his composure.

The sergeant, his chest starting to pintack him, turned around to see Fred and the other two men’s exhausted bodies, his breathing turning rapid as he yelled out to them.

(Sergeant) Come on nerds! You’re soldiers right!? Just keep pushing forward!

(Gary) pants … For the last time … pants … we’re reserves…

(Diego) gasps … Yeah … gasps … what he said …

(Fred) The sergeant is right, we have to … pants … keep moving forward!

Taking a break wasn’t an option for Fred, nor was the sergeant and his two men. Upon smelling the putrid air of smoke and dust, the six of them continued to push on forward.

After several minutes of running through the desolate and dangerous museum, the six of them noticed a monument that was right in the dead center of the field and grass. The sergeant, noticing the monument from a mile away, widened his eyes as he saw a major firefight ensuing in front of the statue.

(Sergeant’s thoughts) I guess they’re defending the statue from them…

(Sergeant) Men! Get ready to fire!

The sergeant and his two men, followed by Fred, Gary, and Diego, wielded their weapons as they heard the glaring sounds of a holdout ensuing half a mile from their position. Gripping their guns tightly, they focused their eyes on the number of pouncers they saw just from the group alone, their legs quivering from the pressure.

But they didn’t wield, as their legs continued to push forward even more, their feet blistering from the dreaded run.

(Gary) Fred … gasps … I don’t … gasps … I could …

(Fred) Just … pants … keep moving forward!

On the verge of collapsing onto himself, Gary felt his heart on the verge of popping out of his chest, followed by his entire body emitting a foul odor, the smell noticeable from the two nearest him. Pinching his nose with his fingers, Diego kept his distance from Gary as they continued to sprint, his eyes side glancing at Gary, getting his attention.

(Gary) gasps … What?

(Diego) … nothing … gasps.

(Gary) Yeah … gasps … keep running!

The sounds of gunshots were getting closer.

(Sergeant) Weapons-free men!

The six men steadied their aim, despite their hands and arms moving in the motion of their sprint. Unleashing an army of bullets straight towards the back of the zompire horde, the recoil of their guns shook their hands and arms, causing their aim to be dislodged like they were drunk.

Seeing that the horde focused its attention on the six men, the zompires’ fangs opened wide as they sprinted towards them with malicious intent. Stopping to catch their breath despite the desperate situation, the six men steadied their aim onto the group of zompires again, the imaginary crosshairs more visible to their eyes.

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(Sergeant) Steady…!

Their fingers caressed the trigger of their weapons, and their breathing was loud and clear for them to hear, with the small sound of a droplet of sweat hitting the field, all of them closed their eyes to breathe.

(Sergeant) Aim…!

Letting the murky air into their lungs, the smoke and polluted air that was their only saving grace, the men opened their eyes to the horde of zompires getting closer.

(Sergeant) And fire!

The six men unleashed another round of bullets, their aim was not as hazy as compared to their previous attempt. As the bullets hurried into the zompire’s white pigmented skin, the bullets hit the mark, with all of their bullets lodging into the zompire’s left chest.

The Zompires horde soon started to collapse and crumble to ash, writhing and screaming in agony as they clawed their faces with their brittle yet sharp fingernails. As the ash of the dust started to sway in the wind, the men’s eyes gazed upon the ash flying away up into the air, going away from the field of grass that they crumbled on.

(Sergeant) Good time to at least stop here for a moment.

With the horde gone, the six men saw in front of the two figures in black suits, their stature well-formed despite seeing that they had blood on their suits. One of the figures was a tall man with long silver hair, similar to Fred, while the other was a short woman with oval glasses with a mean face.

(Sergeant’s thoughts) Are those agents? Didn’t the comms say we didn’t have any agents backing us up?

Putting a hand underneath his chin, the sergeant looked down onto the field of glass around them, rubbing his jawline as he tapped his pointer finger along his cheek. Looking back up towards the black-suited agents wearing black fedoras, the sergeant led the others to meet with them.

Walking right in front of the two high-class military personnel, all of them except for the Sergeant, whose palms were sweaty.

(Sergeant) I wish we could do a formal greeting but there is something I must ask of you. Are you willing to let at least one of these young men be on top of the Claudrick statue?

(???) Why? Is it important for them to be on a statue in the middle of this?

The sergeant walked back a couple of steps as he turned his attention towards Fred, Gary, and Diego. Putting his right hand on Fred’s upper back, he patted it a couple of times as he put on a warm smirk.

(Sergeant) These young men, this man especially, have a plan, a plan too bold even for me. Can you at least hear it out, Agent Eren?

The agent trickled his nose with the tips of his pointer finger and middle finger, his small button nose turning red. As his right hand was occupied, he raised his left hand and arm, gesturing a simple shrug at the man.

(Agent Eren) sighs … I’ll at least hear it.

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(Agent Eren) Are you sure he could do it?

(???) That plan is too bold, even for me.

The two agents folded their arms, their faces sharpening towards Fred.

Fred started to look away as he didn’t want to make eye contact with the two glaring faces, mostly at the short woman with glasses. The woman in question, tapping her heel onto the field of grass, contorted her face as her eyes squinted at the youthful boy.

(???) Let me ask you a question. Are you suicidal?

(Fred) No … but I want this plan to work, so it’s better to at least give it a shot—

(???) Answer my question, are you suicidal?

The woman in black hair started to walk towards Fred, her eyes sharpening even more. Fred, looking away from the woman, put his left hand onto his forearm, rubbing it gently with his soft and delicate fingertips.

The rest of the men look intently at Fred, their eyes beaming at the youthful figure as their eyes sharpen at the words coming from the woman.

(Fred) I’m not suicidal, it’s just—

(???) Then what’s your endgame after that plan? What benefit comes out of you after this?

(Agent Eren) Ada … if he could pull this off, then maybe we have a strong chance to push them back.

(Agent Ada) I’ve seen that look in his eyes, I know way too many people with that same look…

Ada’s hand started to tremble, her fingers wrapping themselves up into tightened fists as she continued to look into Fred’s avoiding eyes. Placing herself right in front of him, Ada had her hands down to her thighs, glaring at Fred.

(Agent Ada) You’re way too young to pull that off … so stop being some hero and think of another—

(Women on Speaker) Emergency! Emergency! We have an unidentified variant!

(Everyone) What!?

Everyone looked around the outdoor museum to see that everyone who was fighting the little zompire groups stopped to see what the message was about.

The group had their faces pale to the bone as their hands clenched from the speaker that made the emergency, their feet unable to steady themselves to the field of grass. Fred, the one who squinted his eyes more around him, noticed an unfamiliar creature towards the gate that they came out of.

(Fred) Do you guys see that?

Everyone turned their gaze towards the entrance to the museum, their eyes peeking at the ungodly figure that started to make everyone back away. Their legs quivered from the way the two story high creature walked out of the entrance of the gate, turning their attention towards Fred.

Fred, looking into the other's gazes, started to shake uncontrollably as his chest started to heave heavily again, leading to him convulsing with his own heart.

(Agent Eren) I think it’s time you do that trick…

(Agent Ada) But, he’s still a kid—

(Fred) I could do it … but …

Fred took out his backpack and set it in front of him, opening the backpack to see an abundance of objects littered in it. Placing his right hand inside the backpack, was the same glass bottle that emitted an EMP burst, the glass still looking fresh despite the now creaking glass from the burst.

Showcasing it to everyone, especially towards the two agents that were in front of him, Fred carried the bottle carefully with both hands, his palms wreaked with sweat.

(Fred) It will only be a one-time use, and I need a lot more time to set it up for it to work. It would be great if all of you could defend me. And also…

Taking out his flashlight with his left hand, Fred held it up high towards the others, having a bead of sweat roll down his left temple as he let out a sly smile. With the flashlight having no batteries inside of it, everyone squinted their eyes, followed by the agents folding their arms.

(Fred) Do you guys have any energy to spare? I’m going to need all the light I could get…