No Longer Human In Apocalyptic World

SENSE OF CRISIS (1)

Returning to another side, 18061819 (Six) have already stood against the foreign invader, Puri.

Under the rising scorching heat of the sun, clusters of leaves have slowly fallen on daily basis some of the mutated trees that have able to stands until now; in the present time, the trees are not that scarce but almost covering the forgotten surface of the Earth, and yet it doesn't mean it still the normal trees of promising era, a shade of shade, these living things have already altered by time and elements of unknown virus into more dangerous kinds, not to mention to be something that can be comfortable to touch.

It may eat someone or kill on the spot.

The favorite of high-ranking soldiers at their leisure time was quite leisurely fighting with mutated trees. Therefore, the old guys often get together in twos and threes, make a pot of wine, and then plant the training grounds with more low-level mutating trees they can train themselves.

"Oh...it seems the preparation is done." A voice sounded as if mocking had slipped from Puri's mouth. Eyeing the opponent who was already beyond the appearance when they first met. His tentacles have rushed in once again, attacking and fighting vigorously with the other's red strings of blood and darkened blade.

18061819 (Six) is now not having a good position in the eyes of watchers, and he has been moving with all of his aspects since the beginning, even though both of them—his opponent and him—keep clashing together. Yet the obvious big difference is now seen as well making him a bit frustrated.

His dark blood drips again, this time he is cut by the hardened tentacle on his left shoulder. He coldly eyed the figure in front of him.

18061819 should have known something in his sea of knowledge, the difference is crystal clear as easy to catch back and forth with the past and present.

With the help of another vine, 18061819 (Six) did not hesitate to attack as using his blood to flow in order to act as to control the vines of mutated trees in their area.

Fortunately, this kind of trees are more suitable to military stations, rather than to the wild trees across the world. Soon as another piercing sound echoed from the other side, 18061819 (Six), and Puri continued fighting. That was stopped when a voice could be heard somewhere.

"It is time to go."