The village was empty, the wind howled at Lazarus and Chrissy. The cloaking device had drained by now, self-recharging. The two walked hand in hand, carefully. There'd been no sign of the Goliath since the colonists had boarded the ship. Ðorde's radio crackled, a voice, distorted, came through.
"Laz. Laz. OI. LAZ."
The Lazarus man answered his radio, hissing.
"Please, Hyde. Keep it down, I'm here."
"Oh tha.. ..ck f'that... Whe... you?"
It was hard to distinguish the words that Hyde spoke, Laz had to focus for a moment.
"I am still in the village. Tell me, Hyde. Did the team manage to kill the Goliath? Is it safe?"
The radio cut out, the signal grew weak. They were alone with no indication of rescue.
"They'll come eventually." Laz said, looking down at Chrissy with a smile. "I assure it. They need us alive."
He looked up into the sky, a rumbling breaking through the clouds.
The ship.
Laz picked Chrissy up, holding her close to his chest. He made a sprint for the area where the ship was heading to land, tunnel vision, the only thing he was focused on was an escape. Chrissy screamed, he lost focus on his target, a rock hurtling toward them. Dorde swung around, the rock smacking him in the back, he lost his grip on Chrissy, his jetpack shattered. He tumbled off the edge of a small cliff, his arm reaching out to grab nothing but air.
"Prokletstvo..." He cursed.
The remains of his jetpack broke his fall, his healing field setting off as his hand his the ground hard. The Lazarus man groaned, rubbing his aching head. He stood up, his body shaking from adrenaline and shock, he clambered up the small cliff, he could see Chrissy, she was on the ground, from a distance, he sighed, she seemed untouched. It was nothing he couldn't fix up. The area seemed clear, the monster seemed to have moved on.
"Chrissy?!" His voice rang out. No response. A chill wind blew down Laz's neck, he shuddered. He stumbled as he ran towards Chrissy, the situation becoming clearer.
The situation becoming critical.
Lazarus had used the last of his energy, dropping to his knees next to Chrissy. He stared down in horror, the child bloodied and critically damaged. He placed his head next to her chest, listening for a heartbeat.
Nothing.
His hands began to shake, he desperately charged up his lazarus device, placing it to her chest. The air around his glove screeched and crackled, an electric shock shooting through the child's body.
No response.
He put his hand behind her head, noticing the sudden gushing of blood from the back of her skull. He scrambled to unclip his armor, tossing it aside and pulling his hoodie off, stuffing it underneath her head.
"You will not deny the lazarus device, girl." He hissed, baring his teeth. He charged it up again, shocking her body, attempting to boot it back to life.
Still nothing.
He bit his lip, his body trembling, eyes welling up.
"Obey!" He yelled.
Every charge, every attempt to bring her back, his lazarus device weakened. She'd lost far too much blood, she'd been gone for far too long. Ðorde lifted the child, clutching her to his chest tightly. He let out an pained scream, rocking back and forth, tears rolling down his face in the masses.
His squad dropped down, Hyde belting it across the barren land towards the mourning Lazarus man. He looked down, sorrow in his eye, he put his arms around Laz, silent, not a word could he think to say.
The air was cold. Night was falling soon. They had to leave.
Ðorde dragged himself to his feet, grabbing his hoodie from under the child's head, he stood still, like a statue. Hyde sighed, his face sour and sorry for Laz. He lifted him, carrying him in his arms as they returned to the ship, the thrusters on Hyde's jetpack kicking in as he flew them back up through the dropship doors.
The days couldn't get any worse...