41 Meeting at the waterfron
Since the massacre of her small community and the kidnapping of Sally, Jane has lost all her joie de vivre. All those men she dismembered yesterday or those two broken women do not provoke any emotion in her. Whether these people die or live, in the end, she doesn't care. Only the liberation of her friends is important and if this world has become a political and social chaos, it is neither her fault nor is it up to her to remedy this situation. At least, for the moment.
As Cindy had told her, "We are not heroes."
As Jane walks through the front door, the sight of huge black flies swarming on the dead bodies of the gang members reminds her of the buzzing she thought she heard this morning. On either side of the street, the city's residents look on with a broad smile, the dead already partially eaten by rats.
Between the various conversations, the laughter of mockery and the too late cries of anger, the inhabitants express their emotions, facing a Jane who observes them with a certain annoyance.
The arrival of the one they consider a monster breaks the pleasure of the spectators, who scream with fear and rush into their houses, provoking in passing, the flight of thousands of big flies that climb several feet high, then the calm returned, land again on the corpses, which under this overwhelming heat, emit a smell of rotten meat, particularly unpleasant.
Not an ounce of gratitude, not even a nod to thank her for saving them from those who had tyrannized them for so long?
Already nervous and angry after Sally's disappearance, in the face of this human ingratitude that disgusts her, Jane clenches her teeth.
Every thought emanating from the spirit of these inhabitants is a collection of insults, desires to see her gone or even dead. Eaten away by hatred for these stupid people, she projects her brain waves all over the village.
"What am I doing?"
About to raze all these early 21st century houses to punish those too ungrateful to thank their savior, Jane recovers just in time and puts her hands over her eyes. Lost and a little scared by all the murders her anger was about to cause, Jane takes off the ground and rushes towards the decaying forest, which is said to be located near the town of Alto.
After two and a half hours of flight, Jane is forced to realize that location in space is not one of her main qualities.
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In this future, her personal assistant is only useful to give her the time, the temperature and other insignificant information, so it is impossible for her to use it to find her way in rural areas almost totally deserted by men.
Jane, who is trying to find landmarks that she could have observed on her way here, is now flying much slower. Lost among the deserted fields, she stops at every road junction, detailing every tree and sign she comes across.
Jane knows that it is useless, for as she took the road to this city occupied by this gang now at the mercy of flies, her haste was such that she moved without observe anything of the landscape.
Thirty minutes later, as her eyes plunge towards a pond covered with green and red algae, Jane finds hope again when she sees ten people sitting in the shade of the tall trees that line this stretch of water suffocated by underwater grasses.
In order not to frighten this group, compound, by one woman, one man and eight teenagers, Jane lands a little further away and walks towards them.
The band members, laughing and singing to the sound of a guitar held by one of the teenagers, have already walked more than 300 miles on foot using only back roads, which has allowed them to reach this place safely.
Taking advantage of this quiet spot bathed by the shade of tall trees and refreshed by the water of the pond, they decided to stop for a bite to eat and why not, take a breather before resuming their long and exhausting walk, tomorrow morning.
The teenager's nimble fingers, moving quickly along the strings of the mahogany guitar, slow down until they stop, when the 40-year-old man places his index finger in front of his lips. All the members of the band are now on the lookout and although they are only civilians, they all grab their pocket knives to defend themselves if necessary.
The man in yellow shorts and green shirt stands up. Quickly he is followed by the oldest teenager, who despite his broad shoulders and his 20 years of age, swallows his saliva.
Slowly, the two men move towards the sound of footsteps coming from behind the few trees that could now turn out to be more of a trap than the little piece of paradise they were hoping for.
Their village has fallen under the yoke of madmen and with the hope of rebuilding their lives, they have left to join family further south.
Since that day, they have not stopped advancing, maintaining constant vigilance. To avoid being spotted by possible brutes, they often ate the few prey they managed to capture raw. Making a fire is too risky, but the nights outdoors are sometimes so cold that one of their sons caught a flu which was accompanied by a high fever.
Thinking about all the effort and hardship to get here safely and which could be ruined for a moment of relaxation and inattention...
That would be so stupid that the 40-year-old man, swear in silence.
The two men hiding behind large tree trunks, when they hear the footsteps approaching, cling to their small knives and prepare to attack first.
The grass that crushes under the shoes of the person who will soon reach their position makes them sweat even more. A branch that has fallen to the ground makes a brief cracking sound that seems so loud to them that its sound ricochets off each tree and spreads throughout the area. At least, in their present state of panic, that's the impression they get.
Jane really enjoys this peaceful place that doesn't seem to have been through targeted by the various previous conflicts. The air has become much more breathable. The shade of the tall trees invading the place gives Jane a lot of pleasure, and a slight smile appears again on her lips. The land around this pond is wet. With every step she takes, she feels her feet sink very slightly into the earth covered with tall wild grass.
With her eyes directed at two trees in particular, Jane shakes her head. If she were one of those assassins that she slaughtered in the city a few hours ago, that these two naive men would be dead. Anyway, everyone does what they can.
A few more steps and Jane stops 11 feet away from the duo, who are still hiding behind the large tree trunks and are preparing to pounce on the person who is now close by.
"I'm not dangerous, so there's no need to be so wary."
Is it a woman? Gangs are specialists in treacherous attacks, and the 40-year-old man knows it could be a subterfuge to encourage them to show up, in order to flush them out. Despite everything, they only heard one person walking and whether that they stay hidden or not, if it is indeed these emotionless murderers, his wife and other sons will fall prey to these beasts.
Fearing a surprise attack, the father moves his head slightly to observe the source of the voice.
A teenage girl appearing alone, patiently sitting in the grass, also looks at him smiling.
Still hesitating, the man moves his gaze to the right and left, he listens attentively to any noises that may come from the surroundings and only when he sees that everything seems quiet, he comes out of his hiding place and moves towards the young girl who, unlike him, does not seem in the least anxious.
This tranquillity surprises him, but more than this astonishing behaviour, remembering that she knew their position, the man's mistrust of this little beauty, returns.
Alarmed by a dark omen coming from the depths of his instinct, the man who raises his knife towards the young lady who is staring at him then yawns, immediately steps back and returns to hide behind her tree trunk.
More embarrassing than the previous relaxation of this young girl, his running away action provokes in her a mocking laughter which, at the same time, pushes his son to look at him with eyes full of pity.
As Cindy had told her, "We are not heroes."
As Jane walks through the front door, the sight of huge black flies swarming on the dead bodies of the gang members reminds her of the buzzing she thought she heard this morning. On either side of the street, the city's residents look on with a broad smile, the dead already partially eaten by rats.
Between the various conversations, the laughter of mockery and the too late cries of anger, the inhabitants express their emotions, facing a Jane who observes them with a certain annoyance.
The arrival of the one they consider a monster breaks the pleasure of the spectators, who scream with fear and rush into their houses, provoking in passing, the flight of thousands of big flies that climb several feet high, then the calm returned, land again on the corpses, which under this overwhelming heat, emit a smell of rotten meat, particularly unpleasant.
Not an ounce of gratitude, not even a nod to thank her for saving them from those who had tyrannized them for so long?
Already nervous and angry after Sally's disappearance, in the face of this human ingratitude that disgusts her, Jane clenches her teeth.
Every thought emanating from the spirit of these inhabitants is a collection of insults, desires to see her gone or even dead. Eaten away by hatred for these stupid people, she projects her brain waves all over the village.
"What am I doing?"
About to raze all these early 21st century houses to punish those too ungrateful to thank their savior, Jane recovers just in time and puts her hands over her eyes. Lost and a little scared by all the murders her anger was about to cause, Jane takes off the ground and rushes towards the decaying forest, which is said to be located near the town of Alto.
After two and a half hours of flight, Jane is forced to realize that location in space is not one of her main qualities.
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In this future, her personal assistant is only useful to give her the time, the temperature and other insignificant information, so it is impossible for her to use it to find her way in rural areas almost totally deserted by men.
Jane, who is trying to find landmarks that she could have observed on her way here, is now flying much slower. Lost among the deserted fields, she stops at every road junction, detailing every tree and sign she comes across.
Jane knows that it is useless, for as she took the road to this city occupied by this gang now at the mercy of flies, her haste was such that she moved without observe anything of the landscape.
Thirty minutes later, as her eyes plunge towards a pond covered with green and red algae, Jane finds hope again when she sees ten people sitting in the shade of the tall trees that line this stretch of water suffocated by underwater grasses.
In order not to frighten this group, compound, by one woman, one man and eight teenagers, Jane lands a little further away and walks towards them.
The band members, laughing and singing to the sound of a guitar held by one of the teenagers, have already walked more than 300 miles on foot using only back roads, which has allowed them to reach this place safely.
Taking advantage of this quiet spot bathed by the shade of tall trees and refreshed by the water of the pond, they decided to stop for a bite to eat and why not, take a breather before resuming their long and exhausting walk, tomorrow morning.
The teenager's nimble fingers, moving quickly along the strings of the mahogany guitar, slow down until they stop, when the 40-year-old man places his index finger in front of his lips. All the members of the band are now on the lookout and although they are only civilians, they all grab their pocket knives to defend themselves if necessary.
The man in yellow shorts and green shirt stands up. Quickly he is followed by the oldest teenager, who despite his broad shoulders and his 20 years of age, swallows his saliva.
Slowly, the two men move towards the sound of footsteps coming from behind the few trees that could now turn out to be more of a trap than the little piece of paradise they were hoping for.
Their village has fallen under the yoke of madmen and with the hope of rebuilding their lives, they have left to join family further south.
Since that day, they have not stopped advancing, maintaining constant vigilance. To avoid being spotted by possible brutes, they often ate the few prey they managed to capture raw. Making a fire is too risky, but the nights outdoors are sometimes so cold that one of their sons caught a flu which was accompanied by a high fever.
Thinking about all the effort and hardship to get here safely and which could be ruined for a moment of relaxation and inattention...
That would be so stupid that the 40-year-old man, swear in silence.
The two men hiding behind large tree trunks, when they hear the footsteps approaching, cling to their small knives and prepare to attack first.
The grass that crushes under the shoes of the person who will soon reach their position makes them sweat even more. A branch that has fallen to the ground makes a brief cracking sound that seems so loud to them that its sound ricochets off each tree and spreads throughout the area. At least, in their present state of panic, that's the impression they get.
Jane really enjoys this peaceful place that doesn't seem to have been through targeted by the various previous conflicts. The air has become much more breathable. The shade of the tall trees invading the place gives Jane a lot of pleasure, and a slight smile appears again on her lips. The land around this pond is wet. With every step she takes, she feels her feet sink very slightly into the earth covered with tall wild grass.
With her eyes directed at two trees in particular, Jane shakes her head. If she were one of those assassins that she slaughtered in the city a few hours ago, that these two naive men would be dead. Anyway, everyone does what they can.
A few more steps and Jane stops 11 feet away from the duo, who are still hiding behind the large tree trunks and are preparing to pounce on the person who is now close by.
"I'm not dangerous, so there's no need to be so wary."
Is it a woman? Gangs are specialists in treacherous attacks, and the 40-year-old man knows it could be a subterfuge to encourage them to show up, in order to flush them out. Despite everything, they only heard one person walking and whether that they stay hidden or not, if it is indeed these emotionless murderers, his wife and other sons will fall prey to these beasts.
Fearing a surprise attack, the father moves his head slightly to observe the source of the voice.
A teenage girl appearing alone, patiently sitting in the grass, also looks at him smiling.
Still hesitating, the man moves his gaze to the right and left, he listens attentively to any noises that may come from the surroundings and only when he sees that everything seems quiet, he comes out of his hiding place and moves towards the young girl who, unlike him, does not seem in the least anxious.
This tranquillity surprises him, but more than this astonishing behaviour, remembering that she knew their position, the man's mistrust of this little beauty, returns.
Alarmed by a dark omen coming from the depths of his instinct, the man who raises his knife towards the young lady who is staring at him then yawns, immediately steps back and returns to hide behind her tree trunk.
More embarrassing than the previous relaxation of this young girl, his running away action provokes in her a mocking laughter which, at the same time, pushes his son to look at him with eyes full of pity.
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