Legionaries

Andica

October 27th, 2018

At 09.23

I DON'T KNOW what demon possessed me to make me act this desperate. I really don't understand what kind of force makes me dare to break through the police barricades that are on guard at the back of this bunk house. In fact, at that time the shootout was incessantly happening in the front yard. I was lucky enough that the heavily armed police didn't open fire to stop me.

My decision to enter the apartment area through the back door was apparently the right choice. The police force is currently focused more on the front yard where gun contact is being massive. Looking at the situation, I remembered Rama's story about the sewer line in this bunk house located near the back door.

Still according to the story of Rama, during this sewer was only passed by the janitor. In other words, not many people know the access, including the residents who live in these flats. Armed with that fact, the drain will be the safest access to go through at this time.

My steps stopped when I found a large tub filled with piles of garbage at the end of the backyard. Just above the tub, there appeared to be a hole the size of a well. It's not wrong anymore. It was the sewer that Rama meant.

I rushed up the trash. The giant tub that holds the garbage pile is gaping like the mouth of an alligator. My first step was immediately greeted with a round of flies that formed a maneuver to rotate meremblant tornado wind. Instantly the foul aroma came out sharp and made my nose fur wrinkled wryly.

Once thought of the intention to undo my steps after smelling the stench of garbage that began to interfere with the tranquility of my respiratory senses. But then, I thought back. The situation is currently over. There's no way back because the police behind the building probably won't give me a second chance. Ah, I secretly regret my reckless deeds today.

Arriving at the mouth of the sinkhole, my eyes circulate to look around to find any object that can be used as a means to climb into the sewer. Not until a few seconds, my gaze was locked on an object dangling from the drain hole, a rope with a fairly thick diameter.

With a careful step, I pierced through the whirlpool of flying flies to approach and examine the rope. Not wanting to die silly, I tried to ascertain how strong the rope was able to lift my weight by pulling it hard. To be honest there was a hint of doubt that lingered in my mind as to what I could do with this thing. In fact, I have absolutely no history of climbing. But, what else can I count on besides this thing?

For a moment my eyes closed. Several times I snorted a long breath to steady myself just before starting this action - at least in my opinion - quite dangerous. Entering the grunt of the third breath, I clutched tightly onto the rope with both of my hands and pulled it firmly. Slowly, my body began to lift.

DANG!

Suddenly, my heart gasped. My eyes were wide at the sight of a large red object that had slid down from the sinkhole and was about to hit my head. Too bad, I tried to jump to the side to avoid.

The red thing hit the trash pile and made it decompose violently. My body that had been toppled several times tried to get up instantly. Meanwhile, the swirl of flies was moving increasingly wild. Curious, I tried to set my eyes on the spot where the red object had fallen. However, the flies are still too excited to form a tornado round that disturbs the view. Like a massive roar of rain water attacking my eyelids.

A moment later, after the flies had calmed down, I ventured to approach the red object. However, I have not had time to darken my first steps, suddenly the pile of garbage again decomposed into a mess. My heart slipped after finding the whereabouts of a woman who suddenly burst out from inside the trash pile.

The woman stood looking at me in her flashy red clothes that had been covered in sewage. Both of his arms seemed to be tampering with the body of a man who was unconscious. Next to the man's arm drooped down and revealed his sharp clawing nails.

At first glance I tried to look at the shape of the man's face, but I had not been able to recognize him, suddenly the woman who carried him had darted leaving the trash. With a very swift movement, the woman's feet climbed the wall of the fence and disappeared behind the wall.

Ramah! The man in the woman's arms is Rama!

Not yet exhausted, I was again startled by the same rumbling sound from the direction of the sinkhole. A man came out of the hole and jumped at an above-average speed following the woman's run that brought Rama out of the apartment.

DOR'S! DOR'S! DOR'S! DOR'S!

After crossing the wall of the fence, the mysterious figure was immediately greeted with the sound of gunfire.

I, astonished at the top of the pile of trash, was glued to the sight. My mouth gaped, between stunned and hard to believe the incident that just flashed before my eyes. Did I just see a ghost sighting? Isn't it real and human-like? So how can a normal human being be able to move at such a high speed? Ah, impossible.

So what happened to Rama? And that woman? Who the fuck?