Don't startle the Witch chapter 11
"I'm surprised of you." Homura spoke to Kyuubey, once again hidden away in a room far from the other survivors.
"How so?" Kyuubey pondered.
"By now I would have expected you to release yourself to Madoka and Sayaka, not be stuck with me. Plus I wonder why you no longer ask for contract."
"My powers do not work here, Akemi Homura. I am simply a telekinetic cat, so to speak." It explained.
"So you're more vulnerable here than before." Homura clicked together. "Hence why you're staying hidden away."
"You finally figured out my strategy of survival. And it also appears the rest of your so-said friends are also figuring out their own." Kyuubey noted.
"Yes, I believe so." Homura agreed.
"And I'm noticing that you have been using your Puella magi form very oftenly." Kyuubey noticed, the mood draining faster in the air. "With no witches to obtain a Grief seed from, that is a very risky maneuver."
Homura watched as her white and purple outfit disappeared into her schoolgirl outfit, looking down at the much darker Soul gem she owned.
"Exactly my point, Akemi Homura. Your teammates have noticed a great lack of you with your Puella magi form constantly vanishing. I suggest you stay with them to improve your chance of survival."
Homura agreed with Kyuubey's idea, but frowned. Obvious dislike of the plan.
"Ducatel sugar company." Coach read, grinning.
"What's so special about these guys?" Sayaka questioned.
"They supply the sugar for Coach's favorite candy bar." Rochelle explained. "And we found it."
"Well, road's blocked." Nick informed, making sure that the barricades blocking off the road were so incredibly fastened in. "I guess we gotta go through the sugar mill."
The rain overhead turned into a steady downpour, none of the survivors caring, Madoka loving it, thinking it may wash off some of the zombie bits, blood, and vomit off of her clothes, some of the mud in her hair and died up mud fastened to her legs where she had to step in the murky waters of the swamp.
"Hey, found an entrance." Mami noted, Ellis agreeing.
"She's right. She found a pretty big hole here." Ellis said.
The hole led through the main office building of Ducatel, the tables knocked over and filing cabinets broken, covered in blood and papers lying everywhere.
"Jesus Christ. Place got swarmed." Nick cursed, kicking what remained of a human hand out of his way.
Madoka got used to the blood and body parts, but seeing bone still freaked her out, as the skin rotted away from another full human, his skull exposed to the outside air, flies buzzing around it.
"Over this way." Coach instructed, finding an actual doorway leading outside, around the barrier.
Sayaka gave a long whistle when she saw the size of the actual sugar mill, the massive machines hidden away by crumbling brick walls. Portable street lights were placed everywhere, their batteries dying and the lights flickering very faintly.
A few of the filters were broken, some were even overturned, crashed into the soft soil.
The sharp steel supports were bent and dangerous, the falling sunset bright in the distance, unaffected by the storm clouds.
"Just everyone watch the sharper parts, and we'll be fine." Mami instructed.
The seven survivors carefully navigated the broken sugar mill, realizing that was only the first of the confusing mills.
"Y'all hear her?" Coach stopped Rochelle. "Get ready to toss that Witch."
Sayaka scowled when she heard the Witch's crying, sick of her constant moaning.
Sayaka noticed the Witch round the corner, her head in her long, blood-stained hands.
Sayaka looked down at her Katana, and gripped it tightly. She then met the Witch eye-to-eye, only to finish it before the Witch could notice. With a fairly fast and strong swing, the Witch's head flew off her neck.
"Whoa, girl!" Rochelle jumped.
"Holy…" Ellis began, but stopped.
"Wait a sec…" Madoka began, and heard something. "If she's dead, where's the crying coming from?"
Everyone else noticed a continuous crying, despite the Witch being dead. Everyone jumped as two more witches turned the corner.
"Any of y'all ever see this many witches before?" Ellis wondered.
"Not before, no." Mami answered.
"Let's not fight them. That'll be too much of a waste." Nick suggested, quickly walking around the Witches. The survivors walked carefully around the Witches and into the second sugar mill.
"Perfect. Looks like the water's starting to pool. Rochelle complained, the rainwater beginning to pool on the ground.
"There you are." Madoka heard Homura say, and searched the area in which she thought she'd be. She found her sitting on top of a small trailer-like building, her legs hanging off the side.
Homura leapt down and slid a pistol out of her small holster attached to her leg.
"How's the rain treating you?" Homura asked, the rain pouring over her pitch-black hair.
"It's sure cleaning my clothes off…" Madoka joked.
"Yes, I suppose so." Homura agreed, feeling the raindrops glimmer off her open hand.
"Hey, look who's back." Coach noticed, referencing Homura to the rest of the team.
"Oh great. We get the disappearing one again." Rochelle complained.
Homura glared at Rochelle and didn't even blink. Shudders were sent up Rochelle's spine, a cold chill just from the glare.
"I'm done with that for now." Homura said with a sigh.
"Well, I'm no fan of rain, especially standing in it. How about we do something other than stand in it?" Nick complained.
"Fine." Homura responded.
"Let's try the stairs there. There's a roof there." Sayaka suggested, pointing towards a large brick building, with stairs escalating up.
At the third floor of the building, a steel elevator lay, waiting to be called up from the ground floor, a very large sugar cane field expanding in the horizon.
"I'm calling it!" Rochelle said, pressing the button on the elevator controls, the elevator creaking up the rusty shaft.
"They're coming!" Ellis warned, noticing the hordes of zombies coming from every direction.
Madoka nearly stumbled as her back met with Homura's, Homura's newly-found AK-47 blazing at the tip, Madoka's Frying pan making a plentiful amount of noise with every head bashed in.
The hordes of infected swarmed from every direction, everyone's weapons ablaze and swinging, the elevator coming up very slowly and loudly.
"Ugh, what is this that I'm covered in?" Nick shouted, a boomer exploding beside him.
"Don't worry, I gotch'er back." Coach re-encouraged, his shotgun protecting Nick from the attacking infected, Nick wiping vomit from his face.
"Come on, y'all! Elevator's here!" Rochelle instructed, her hand awaiting for everyone to get on before she pressed the button.
When everyone was inside, she smashed the button and the elevator screeched back down the chamber, the zombies ending their attack with the survivor's descent.
"Woo." Madoka managed with a sigh.
"I agree with her." Coach said, panting.
"I didn't expect that many." Sayaka said, inspecting her sword, nearly broken once again.
"Well, the gas station's right over there. No problem." Ellis encouraged.
"Across the sugar cane field?" Mami laughed.
"Yeah, trough there." Nick complained as the elevator reached ground floor.
