Solo Apocalypse

Chapter 30

I sat as Ninth dug into my backpack. He wordlessly handed me a water flask which I drank from voraciously. It tasted like plastic. Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth were leaning on trees around the camp, staring out into the dusk. A few people were checking their shadows, flickering around the campfire.

Most were staring at an Evahn. Wondering which one was real.

So you can copy yourself? Rickson was somehow the bluntest. Thats amazing. Is that a Class? Something like [Multi-Fighter] or?

I gave him a genuine smile but Gary spoke up before I could respond. What level are you, to be able to have a Skill so powerful? He said pointedly.

Gary. Parker cut in. He owes us nothing. He saved our lives. The blonde man gave Gary a hard stare. If you cant see that then

So he did, Gary said stonily. And how much closer will he risk us? He said, hushing the clearing.

If his clones had been here from the start, wed never even have been in danger. Hes hidden his true strength until now. He looked to me across the fire, eyes cold. Holding back mightve cost someone their life. Do you understand that? His eyes caught the flickering flame and I realized they were burning. Angry.

I looked at him, WIS and CHA allowing me to remain calm and navigate a justified accusation with collected composure. The man hadnt raged at me, just stated facts, throwing the evidence at my feet and calmly telling me to explain. He was angry, but not impolite.

But Id already come to my answer.

My eyes narrowed. And Im supposed to, what? To hold your hand? I spoke, somewhat coldly, staring at the fire. Someone could have died, yes, but the blood wouldnt be on my hands. Everyone here entered this place fully expecting the danger, the risks, death among them.

I held his gaze. I have no responsibility for your lives, were strangers, arent we? And I was still there, jumping in. My clones feel pain, you know. Every time theyre beheaded Im beheaded. When they burn alive, so do I. I threw all four into the fray.

Miraculously, no one had gotten injured beyond a bruise or cut. I had dealt with one of the creatures almost immediately, the man in the middle had some ability to evade his ifrit, and Parker along with the vanguard were sturdy enough to withstand the immediate ambush. Everyone had stalled enough to get their feet under them and for myself to lend aid.

We all came in here expecting the support of all, Gary replied, glaring at me. Death was one possibility. But we came in as a group. A team, even if strangers. That supposes everyones utmost effort, atleast. With lives on the line, theres nothing less we can ask.

I looked at him flatly. And you thinkwhat? That my other selves were twiddling their thumbs in the trees? I said slowly, implicative.

Gary frowned, something crossing his expression. His eyes slipped behind me, to Ninth whose gaze, even during this conversation, never left the flickering shadows of the campfire. Then to the dusk beyond the campfire, to three figures in the shadows staring outward. Silent watchers.

Jack was quick on the uptake, staring at the clones. They were watching us? How long had they been there?

I nodded. An early warning system, if we ever needed it. First contact with anything that might be too much for us. I glanced at Gary. I didnt expect something like those ifrits.

Rose was rubbing her shoulder. I dont think anyone expects an ambush from their shadow. Her gaze fell to the flickering shade cast by the fire.

Gary took it all in before settling into a deep exhale. He looked at me. Im sorry, Evahn. Im out of my element here. Im accustomed to transparency within a team. Not this. I was mistaken. I can admit that.

I used to be a manager for Skylar Industries. He explained, mastering himself. Im used to knowing my team, what they can do, and where I might best utilize them. Im adapting. He said lamely. I suppose something like that isnt realistic in these conditions.

I sighed. Theres no harm done so dont worry about it.

Were all adapting, Rose said quietly. Its just not something anyone couldve been prepared for. I mean, those things She trailed off.

Nightmare ifrits they were a degree above what we could probably safely handle. Rickson was surprisingly composed. He was shaken, obvious in the small jumps at every shadow, but only scared, not shocked. Everyone else was subdued. I leveled from that encounter, and I barely did anything.

Same here, Jack breathed, visibly trying to stay calm. I couldve died. Those things, they didnt waste any time going for the kill. He shook his head. Suppose thats just how it is nowadays. I saw it go right for Evahn, no hesitation. It just slipped out of his shadow like something coming out of a pool and just swung for him.

Theyre more dangerous than anything weve faced so far, I replied. And they hadnt appeared until now.

Rose took a deep breath. It might have to do with how far weve gone. Were a ways away from the exit now. Distance might be a factor in the dangers we face.

Or time, Parker added, seeming to have kept his wits. Weve been here close to four days now. He said. Considering everything, it might be time to head back. It could potentially get worse from here.

He said it more in consideration for the rest of the group than himself. Brushing that close with death I could understand how shaken these people were. I could understand it well, four, five times over?

And leaving, I wasnt necessarily against the idea. I wasnt naive enough to think those ifrits were the apex danger the [Sleepywood] could offer.

Somehow, the place gave off an aura of motionless danger that put me constantly on edge. Like a sleeping beast that, if disturbed, could mean a swift death. The place was calm and quiet, but not to be underestimated. I felt like the second anyone fell into that lethargic serenity was the moment they died.

Head back? Rickson said incredulously. Just look at what we got from those things! A few more encounters like that, with the bonus from being the first group in here, and were set. These Items could be literal life or death in the future.

He pointed to the three Items, laid on a log nearby. A [Darkwoven Cloak], [Twlight Saber], and a [Coolshade Bracelet]. They each had interesting effects surrounding light and dark, dark mostly. An unusual chest variant was seemingly the step up from uncommon. Each of the Items seemed more impactful.

We could be facing death now, Rickson, Parker responded, grave. Dont forget that.

This stuff only has value when theres someone alive to use them, I cautioned, looking them over. If we die here, then more equipment means nothing.

Parker nodded arms on his knees, sitting heavily. Its a matter of when to cash in. He added. But, I suppose we should count our gains in the meantime. He spoke, glancing at the rewards. We might as well make use of them.

Item: [Darkwoven Cloak]

A cloak made of light-absorbent material, resulting in a color darker than black. It is further enchanted against the light such that it seems to be made of shadow itself.

Item: [Twilight Saber]

A blade crafted from a metal that glitters under the moon. Its edge rests between dawn and dusk, effective against creatures of both night and day.

Item: [Coolshade Bracelet]

A bracelet with an encompassing enchantment. In the harshest suns, it offers an escape from the burning rays and a shield against all else.

Jack was staring at the Items as well. If were distributing them, I think Evahn has the right of the first pick. He proposed, looking around. Im sure we can all agree on that.

I glanced around the campfire and found no one gainsaying him. I barely took a moment to think about it before Ninth wordlessly walked over and retrieved the saber, to everyones bemusement. My only real reasoning was that the saber beat a goblin-made knife. A real sturdy weapon was something I lacked.

Ninth handed it to me and I felt the odd metal in my hand, the comfortable grip. I guess Ill take this then. I was clueless when it came to blades but even I could tell the saber was beautiful.

In short order, the other two Items were given to Rose and Rickson. The former was given the [Coolshade Bracelet] and the latter the [Darkwoven Cloak]. The cloak fit with Ricksons Class but the bracelet was up in the air in terms of best usage. Rose eventually ending up with it.

Once that was done, it was a discussion on whether to continue or withdraw. There were reasons for both.

Evahn, what do you think? Rickson asked me. He was a slimmer man, an office worker. His glasses were dirty, clothes a mess. He looked at me with an inquisitive gaze, interrupting the conversation to address me directly. The last person one might expect to be the most adjusted. I think that youre the highest level person here. Logic dictates youve survived through more than us.

I heard a stray thought from him. He said hed been roaming the swamp alone. What else is out there? And to do it alone

Despite me calling them strangers, Id come to learn some things about these people. Parker was strong and steadfast, Rose was passive but purposeful when pressured, Jack was quiet and observant. Rickson despite his withdrawn demeanor had a naturally sharp intuition.

I looked at everyone. Strangers Id only slightly come to know in this short time. Other faces whose names I hadnt bothered to memorize. Its what you said Rickson, you cant get stronger in this godforsaken world without putting yourself at risk. Thats just the way of things. I spoke after a moment. To me, that means staying here as long as possible.

Gary spoke after me. Anyone who wants to leave, we can escort you to the exit. Not all of us have to stay. He looked up to the perpetually moonlit sky. It's about time someone went back and briefed anyone wholl listen. I think weve accomplished what we came here to confirm, at the very least.

There were nods all around, more conversation, and then we broke camp.