
Tracing the path between the trees, I still haven't found anyone in the forest. Things like this make me a little bored.
"Well, where should I go?"
If I say I no longer think about the bad events I just experienced, it's just a lie. Because I still can't forget it. However, as much as I can try not to remember him.
Unknowingly, the sun had been tilted towards the west, the orange color now graced the blue sky. For a moment I stroked the stomach, there was no hunger that haunted the mind. "Until when will this happen?" I stopped my steps, sitting leaning under a tree. "My throat feels dry."
Not long after I stopped, I left again to find water. "Ah, how stupid am I. In the black bag, there were a few bottles of water."
It means nothing that I regret what happened, because it was my own negligence. In addition to a dry throat, in this mouth also feels strange. There is a foul aroma coming out from there, making the sense of smell a little disturbed.
Surprisingly again, why would I be able to eat such raw food? Is it because I'm too hungry? Or maybe I have evolved into a different creature?
Thinking about it makes me feel a little creepy. So, everything has to start all over again. Find new friends, then take advantage of them. No matter if they are in trouble, the important thing is that I can survive and take revenge.
While looking for a way out, it may be necessary to uncover the mystery of this forest. Who knows if there is something valuable. And I also want to know why we were sent here.
"Where the hell can I find a lake?"
Surprisingly, since then my eyes could not find a lake around. My mouth feels weird because it hasn't touched the water yet. Geez, really shitty situation.
Doong! Doong!
"Huh? What's that sound?" I glanced over here and there when I heard the loud bells.
The wind blew, the cold air enveloped the body. "Is that a sign?"
In confusion, I walked slowly carefully, towards the source of the voice. But as I walked, I never found what I was looking for.
It seems like the voice was just my imagination. Forgetit. Not important.
I shook my head a few times, then started looking back for the lake. After a while, I finally found a small lake. Looking closely, this was not a lake, but a swamp.
Relieved when finished drinking, no matter whether the water drunk is clean or dirty. Besides, I've been drinking human blood, dirty water is no problem for me either.
I took the gun under my clothes and played it with my right hand. Sometimes I throw it and catch it.
Still continuing down the desolate forest in the dark night, my eyes could somehow see in the darkness. Not as bright as during the day, but enough to walk at night.
One more mystery, solved by me. The reason why Lize and the others were able to see through the darkness. Simply put, they have evolved just like me, but are not perfect because only vision changes.
"But ... Why do we evolve? And, how are we supposed to be here? Had Wolf been alive, he would have known something."
The moon shone brightly, shining down on my every step. I stopped for a moment, but then continued on.
***
Meanwhile, in another part of the forest, a group of teenagers were walking north. Using a red t-shirt, with their hands holding torches, they followed in the footsteps of a young man wearing black clothes.
The young man guided the other teenagers moving towards the north. Using the torch in his right hand, and the head was covered in a black hood, the young man continued walking forward without a care around.
He smiled faintly, then muttered softly to the point of being inaudible to the teenagers behind him. "We will win the battle between the Clans."
***
I took a deep breath because I had not yet found my purpose. Set foot bored, it is tired of feeling struck by this solitude. But what can be done to overcome it.
There aren't.
The only way I can solve my problem is to find someone. However, that hope is not fulfilled.
Suddenly, my ears heard the clattering of footsteps, breaking branches and making dry leaves ring. The light from the torch instantly made the eyes glare. A second later, the hordes of teenagers—like marchers—stop when they see me.
They were lined up neatly, commanded by the tall young man in black uniform before me. The young man walked up to me who was rigidly sculpting.