Crunch. Crunch. The footsteps outside the dumpster continued as if it was surveying the place while the alarm on the phone stopped. This was a sound enough to wake any person, yet the creature outside did not touch the dumpster or bother to even investigate. But Cristian felt like the creature was not those who mindlessly sought things without purpose. Their movement was not clumsy nor erratic. They were taking their time with each second.Passing moments spent controlling his breath, Cristian in high stakes hide and seek has begun to feel the sweat he has accumulated even before they got into the dumpster when two minutes ago, he barely noticed anything rolling down his chin. At moments like this, he wished that he could have done better things in life, but had he spent them honestly “doing” then he wouldn’t be taking in a high-paying job with a high death risk.This career path wasn’t something he planned but he wanted things, an

 Leaving the distaste of his own made distraught, he considers the southern human camp to be a feat possible to care for with the experience of both Abin and Ruan, Captain Fairmont’s team members that were left in the hospital to help protect the remaining humans who were not able to recover from the Secunda effects.Their tandem is not the most ideal, especially Ruan’s limited knowledge of how to medically handle the patients, but his presence was a strength that gave hope to many. Especially in those scenarios that regular humans can barely know of in terms of a profession. He was fortunately adept in caring for those in deep sleep and knowing methods how to provide care and nutrients or sustenance in the lack of waking.He also utilized several medicines and food for the people who remained and continued to reside in the hospital until Prof. Tenorio and the Primer Task Force arrived to give help. Abin and a few civilians were the only ones w

 “How can I not be nervous, Trust we can’t have another city be destroyed,” Betts said when her frown grows deeper. “My worry doesn’t stem from just nothing, and even if we’re confident that we could do something, nothing is a guarantee. The world isn’t as luck-filled as we do, not everyone can be…”There was a twinge of hesitation inside her mind, again, not the usual doubt towards her true voice to her acceptance, not sharing it with Trust and their bodily situation, rather it’s the same kind of mental and emotional anxiety when she left the workforce. Finding out that she is unreliable and disappointing, useless or to the point of weakness in the face of distress, the kind she couldn’t control is a perfectionist speaking from her mind but nothing of it could not be contained.Once she saw the darkness, blinking lights of a gunshot, smoke, the smell of blood, and death, everything became

 Guns aimed in rush at Betts the moment she finished her words, at least half of them are, the others are warily staring at her presence in a stunned silence except for one of them who held his hand signaling the others to steady their aims. He waved them down as he spoke, “can we confirm if you’re a civilian?”Betts looked at them as Trust started bashing those small fry monsters who dared attack him, her brows deepen through patience and clearly must prevail because at this point they won’t have any fighting chance besides the additional manpower the men from the task force could provide. She assessed them, all their stance were at high alert, so it would be best to move in caution before any of them exhibit a nervous tick and shoot her.“I’m a civilian,” she said in short answer, “but I’m not exactly a simple citizen.”Frowning at her words, the man continued to tell her, “then we