WORLD END HEROES
-two-why choose to be alone-
With my resolution done, I continued to traverse the ruins of the new world.
However, there are certain needs that a human requires to live.
Food.
Air.
Etc.
You know the ones.
But, one of them is a bit more complicated, and depends on the person.
And for someone like me, with the exception of yelling at a robot, I haven't talked to anyone in over seven hours. And it was getting to me.
Not like I could do anything about it. There's no one to talk to. I haven't seen a single thing since I woke up that isn't a space robot that I've shot before it had the chance to move.
Speaking of which, there does seem to be a lot of them. I've had to stop to take them down a few times now. At least they're barely a threat to anything. I hope I don't run into anything else.
And I say that because the 'meteor fragments' have been increasing in frequency recently. And there have been bigger ones. If there's a new type of enemy on the field, I might in trouble.
…
Obviously, I have been thinking about where these robots are coming from. There's obviously something going on here, and I don't think this was a natural apocalypse. Someone, or something, is out to get us.
Or rather, the earth. If they were after us, they probably wouldn't have killed us before showing off the mooks. I wonder if they expected people to survive. Probably why they're sending things down here.
…do they know I'm here? Has there been some sort of signal sent to them for every one of those wolves I've killed?
…
And that topic ends as all topics do now; with the decision to keep walking. Nothing else to do, after all.
I'll have to stop to find food soon. I've noticed that a lot of those big freezers seem to hold together, so usually I can find some meat and stuff in there. Can't eat it straight away, obviously, but it's nice enough knowing I have food at all in this place.
…
What if someone was to stay inside one of those when the disaster happened? Could there be other people wandering near this place? Though, seven hours have passed. They're probably a long way away now.
I used to be such a social butterfly. Was never not talking to someone. So it's hard for me right now. I feel lonely.
I climbed to the top of what remained of some building, and took in the view. Robots everywhere was all I got out of it. Can't talk to robots. Its either kill them or they kill me. And there are new ones after all. They look kind of like bats, but really bulky. I guess it's going to get harder now if they can see me from the air.
…
They seem to be gathered around something over there. Making a circle around something. Keeping a fair distance away from what's in the center. I can't tell what it is from here…
…a person? It could be…
If so, I'm not going to let this chance pass by.
Just the possibility was enough to get me to leap from my perch, my weapon unfolding in the air as my eye lit its calm, blue glow once again. I've noticed my stamina and agility has magically gotten better as well, which has been helpful. It didn't take long until I was getting close to the crowd and blasting machines out of the way.
As expected, the bats were annoying. Goddamn bats. They were hard to shoot down. If only I had a-
-and the weapon changed form as I thought it-
-a blade-style weapon that I could take them down with.
And I did. The top part of the cannon weapon changed and became a solid blade-ish thing. It was more of a shaped rock than a sword or anything. But it worked.
Jumping into the air, I could smash the bats to pieces. The transition between Blade and Cannon took a few seconds though, so I had to be careful when I switched.
However, I eventually made my way to the circle of machines. Rather than blasting a way through, I leapt over the crowd into the center.
And the find was worth it.
It was a guy. Looked slightly older than me. From the shards of metal around us, he was fighting the machines himself. He held a large, odd looking sword in his right hand.
And the hand itself was cloaked with an orange flame.
He looked at me, looked at my gun, and looked at my eye. And that's all it took. No words. No introductions. Nothing. But we were now eternal allies.
And best of all, we knew we weren't alone.
…
It took us a while, but the crowd was eventually worn down. We stood, back to back, in the center of a graveyard of metal and wires.
We had won.
"Nice skills you got there, girlie."
"You're not so bad yourself."
"Heh. Eight hours is all it took to get this good… seems kind of unfair to the old world."
"…odd way to think about it."
"Well, shooter, nice to meet ya. Name's Blake. Blake Ares."
"…Anna Meer."
And that was basically our first conversation. We sat down and shared what we knew, theories, etc. Blake tried to cook the frozen meat with the flame on his hand, but it didn't actually produce heat. So we made a fire the old-fashioned way, and set up camp inside an old office building where we could see the outside.
Deciding to shift work the night, Blake took first post, and my first day in the new world came to an end.
…
So much had happened in just a day. The entire planet had changed. The world was under attack from some aliens or whatever. My life had changed from an average schoolgirl to a warrior on the new Earth, fighting for my life.
But who cares?
I finally got someone to talk to.
