Jams

the chapter up 86

The west direction ended a village, there was already one house they found in the middle of the journey. Sorrow, waiting in the empty house, joins Jihan and Marcel. They must continue to penetrate the middle of the village to the Bukit seberang.

"empty? You mean, no one, Seed?" jihan asked, staying next to Marcel letting the man he asked go first.

Jihan can tell that the old man who is indifferent is Sorrow from the way and the interaction style of the robot. The motion of his neck just now was unique, like a person with gout, gideg. Jihan immediately knew, Sorrow did like the first caper when he wanted to interact with her.

"There's furniture in the dalem, but it's been left as if. The door of the house is padlocked" Sorrow reported on his way.

The style of speech of the parents is relaxed as a young child. It sounds natural, but Sorrow's neck is still strange until his head gideg back. He doesn't even care about Jihan and Marcel looking at each other for his behavior.

"Touch what the hell until he stiffens his neck, Cell?" tanya Jihan commented on the robot action.

"That's more than the join."

The person discussed, the steps are further, the more crowded.

"Is he really safe from radiation exposure?" jihan asked, considering the 26th century there are still many local residents who live with cell mutations.

"He's in-RPM koslet. A grenade would go on, Han."

Jihan pulled back a backpack and took Marcel to the road. Marcel followed, they began to move again up the ground rocks. The day has warmed the earth, ten o'clock in the morning.

The rock road is still long down. From here the three can see housing aka the village of residents. But the streets are quiet from the activity, they have not met the local people. Though there was a slap of rice fields that had yellow on this one hour trip, but no one was seen yet.

They finally arrived at a place where there were many houses. Jihan swept around her, the houses here were all covered. Sepi and many windows were sealed in wood, some houses had collapsed, left abandoned. This village is similar to a place of unrest, maybe the atmosphere is similar to post-war between tribes.

"Where are you going?"

"Assynnya!" said Marcel while knocking on the door of the house visited, the biggest building of the other house.

"Gue said empty" said the old man.

"Assynolt..!!"

Marcel raised his voice, then..

Dugh! Dugh! Dugh!

The hermit knocked on the door with a barbarian, pounded hard. But there is no such thing as Sorrow says. The locked building is a haunted house.

"Slow is a cell. The door's down."

Dugh! Dugh! Dugh!

"Woy, ja dong! Da pa in this?"

woi, answer dong! What's up here?

"Lo, what the hell is that talking? It's not clear, though" commented Jihan, but in vain, Marcel continued to snarl.

"Ke ma wa rang? Ka tang tuk ban," said Marcel again with his alien language. "Pa da nal Gamma di si?"

- Where is everyone? We came to help.

does anyone know Gamma here?

Jihan rubbed her forehead, scorching began to sting. He returned to his waist to wait for the answer of the house. Marcel who held the weapon back to pour the empty house.

Unintentionally, Jihan saw that Sorrow was already some distance away from them. Jihan frowned as the old man sniffed the ground. Jihan immediately tells Marcel.

"Cell, what's he doing in sono? I think I'm finding something."

"As.."

As he was about to knock, Marcel hung the word. He saw Jihan go. He heard, but no, Jihan's gone from there.

Where he stood, Marcel could see Sorrow, he daydreamed. Shortly after, Marcel got off the stage, running after Jihan.

"Find what the hell?" marcel asked after the second time seeing Sorrow still sniffing the ground.

"Don't know." replied Jihan keep stepping.

Before long the two arrived, the parents were squatting looking around. On the ground there appears a thick liquid that is still fresh pooled, diluted and green. Jihan and Marcel also swept a glance over the houses, around them all the mute buildings.

"What's wrong, Seed?" jihan's prints, because the location is still quiet inaudible motion fall, break, break, or whatever.

"Blood."

Jihan continued to ask, while Marcel aimed a weapon at the house he had been pounding.

"Diem here," asked Marcel as he left.

"Eh, where are you going? What blood is it?"

Marcel was already acting like a SWAT officer, feet moving but eyes focused on the door of the house. He ran fast but did not stumble. Though the load on his back is quite heavy, but he continues to peek at the target through the scope bedil.

"Seed, you said there was nobody there. Why is he insistent, want to shoot it?"

"Gue really. The house is empty, no one."

Brua.akkh...!

From far away, Jihan saw Marcel kick the door straight to the destination. Jihan silently watched with a worried and worried face. Sorrow stood up, watched and watched the work of the soldier.

Jihan was still silent as her robot stepped forward, letting her watch ahead.

There Sorrow was like a person who was aware of something.

Jihan Rada was confused at the old man. When asked, Sorrow slightly bent over focusing his already myopic eyes. Jihan repeated the question to him, the man's mouth even gaped in silence.

"Heh, what's the matter, huh? Answer me Oneng."

Until Sorrow raises his left hand, ask Jihan to be quiet, the house they are resting in remains silent. Jihan grew anxious because Marcel was still there alone, not yet seen the signs.

"Seed! Lo budeg what?" anxious Jihan. "What the hell is it, I'll answer you.."

"Ck! Look at yourself." said the old man immediately facing and then he diluted and shrinked so small.

Byreth..

The robot immediately darted into Jihan's hands. The circle perched on Jihan's head immediately dimmed, three seconds later disappearing along with the loss of the "strange" bracelet on Jihan's left hand.

Bruuhagh!!

The broken-down house, Marcel was suddenly thrown out scattering the brick wall until the backpack and bedil were released.

"Astaghfiullah! Marcel..!!"

Jihan ran after taking off her backpack.

Bregh!!

Marcel's body hit the ground, he grimaced painfully holding the side of his body. But then when it fell so..

Trrtrth!!

Marcel hid the sword sighting. Jihan was surprised to see it. Marcel who was in pain immediately shook the air.

Swuutth!!

Gucraats!!

Green water splashed through the air, over Marcel's body. The liquid spilled from the "container" was successfully slashed, as well as torn off its stealth layer.

'The 'container' that was split in two fell in motion.

"Nruuakk.. Kkuakrh!! Nruaaak..!"

Separated from his two large clawed legs, the Eagle man was dying. This creature wears a sophisticated vest but has been damaged splashing electricity. Finally the shield eats master, the bird is silent no longer due to the stun on his electric shirt.

"Nurin. uakhh.."

Jihan just came after the assailant died. He helped Marcel to his feet because the bloody friend's left shoulder was still on. While the land there was muddled by the blood of the Crow man.

"Hhhhhhh.. Look above.. Hhh, hhh.." pinta Marcel when led to stand.

"Lo's okay?"

Jihan came up, positioned herself near Marcel. The object found with his violet eyes was waiting on the roof tiles of the house.

"Ngee.. Didn't say we were surrounded?"

"Masterboard.hhh.. Tele elo.. Hhh, hhh.."

Jihan immediately directed a hand at the item in question. There, Marcel's bedil was still lying near the courtyard of the stage house. Like a magnet, Arc moves and darts.

Shuu. uut!

Gtukkhi!

"Aackh!!"

A slightly bent jehan is a mechinaetis, a pedicab. So strong pull Arc, his head immediately hit. Jihan massaged her forehead.

"Anjrite! Hicks! Takiits.."

"Seraaang!"

Trang! The tring..!

Tang! The cross!

Trii. iing! The cross! Tang!

One of the Crows who was casually approaching them, shocked himself to be seen, but he immediately quickly fended off when Marcel came.

The passerby was different from the other Crow. In addition to his thick armour, he has two fingers, just like a normal human, and also the action is exactly the champion of the spear. But..

The tring! Tang! The tring..!

Tang-tang!

Begh's!

Gebrugh..!!

"Birdy Denger. I know what else you guys are here for. Nyolong khan?"

"Gruuakhs!"

The Crow immediately stood up after falling kicked.

Trangs..! Teng! The tring..!

Tang-tang's..!

Meanwhile Jihan who was taking Arc pasas with the arrival of sharp feathers. He immediately realized his opponent stole the start, Jihan's ears sharply heard the sound of objects that stuck in it.

Jihan immediately rolled over as soon as she was shot again.

Swing-swing!

Gclaph!! Gclaph!

After the body scroll, Jihan got up to run because she was still shot by a short hairy arrow. He managed to hide but did not peek when the wall was hit by bullets.

Gclaph!!

"Ngee.. Damn it."

In a moment of confusion hit the sequence, Jihan remained silent forging the wall. He also directly observed the Arc. He was carrying a baby, but soon realized, he was just saving the bedil. The mini-screen displays the text; Birdy.

"Nice old Arc. Napa replaced?"

Dzying!!

Dzying..!

Jihan nongol from hiding and shot back bravely enough.

Gclaph!!

The counter-shot came, stuck it on the ground because Jihan was clumping again.

"What hand is the fan?" ask Jihan who apparently shot to see her opponent.

Dzying!!

Dhuargh..!

Jihan shot again and was hit. But he immediately hid because the sound of the explosion was enough to answer his question.

"Tuh fan.. The right tank."

Swigh on!

Cleph..!

"Armghh!!"

An arrow stuck in Jihan's shoulder. The feathers immediately Jihan pull out. When viewed it turns flat like a butt spoon handle.

Jihan looked across the street. He found a birdy still opening the armpits.

The crow then lowered its wings.

"Ngrruaakh..! Niraq!"

"I mean..?"

Jihan blinked her eyes a few times, the short rings got rid of the disturbance because the crow-faced creature looked blurry.

Hyoung..

Gebrugh..!!

Jihan's body turned limp. Suddenly he leaned, instantly falling drooping. The view was dark, Jihan fainted there.

Either the thing that stabbed Jihan contains poison or anesthetic. Things were already covered in Jihan's blood when they saw her. There is no color other than fresh red.

"Han..??"

The dimly dark ones began to flash show the look of a face. Good if the arrow was indeed an anesthetic, because the victim was only stoned temporarily. Jihan's eyes were still weakly open.

"Han? You okay?"

Slowly Jihan opened her eyes. That smooth cheek had just been patted. Jihan did not answer, but it was a familiar voice.

"Yeah!!"

Jihan was immediately shocked so humanly. The face he saw was covered in green clenches. Marcel's hair was full of tiny flakes and feathers, already bathed in blood.

"Hhh, hhh. astaghfirullah. hal'adzim.."

"Han, we need to keep finding out. But we're safe. Hhh." said Marcel as he patted the jacket.

Jihan sat staring at Marcel without a blink. The friend looked like a wild cane that was given to pranksters. Jihan was silent as Marcel kissed her forehead.

"Lo's okay?" marcel asked silently waiting for a response about his impromptu action.

"Again Beb.."

Marcel wiped his lips. He shrunk down with his sleeve. Once, twice, he cleaned it also with his hands without caring about Jihan's gaze. Marcel kept bending two knees there while keeping busy.

Jihan who was up and down breathing, moved slowly without knowledge. He directly advanced******* existing lips.

"Hhhh.!!"

Marcel also held his head, returning Jihan's kiss deeper. Jihan who was poking at it then advanced a bit. The two lip-collapse and each other***** with their voices.

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