Kirito lets out a breath and watches the mist form in front of him, He doesn't say anything to the American who walks past him, neither of them is in the mood to talk.
It's been nine days of nonstop fighting.
If it's not the packs of feral dogs and cats that they have to fight off, then it is the soldiers of the two armies that are trying to kill them.
He wishes that their problems would end there, but he would be lying to himself if he ignored the monsters that no longer have a reason to stay on their floors anymore.
He turns his head when he sees an explosion in the distance, but he ignores it and keeps on walking, the two armies are trying to kill each other, just as much as they are trying to kill the Players and the monsters in this hellish place.
he looks down and tries to ignore the piles of rotting bodies that are being eaten by monsters and wild animals, it's become a habit of his to ignore everything and keep himself from thinking.
He continues to walk and tightens his grip on his gun, before using his left hand to make sure that his sword is still in place.
His actions may seem foolish to some, but he saw a ninja steal another player's sword and knife without her even knowing it.
It was only after the ninja had taken those things, that she noticed the lack of weight and it was then that the ninja attacked, the girl tried to defend herself, but after she ran out of bullets, the ninja used the girl's sword to kill her.
Kirito stops walking and takes out a letter that Asuna sent him, he can't help but smile, her letters are the only thing keeping him going because he knows that someone is waiting for him.
He puts the letter back into his pocket and silently begs god that this war ends soon because he's scared.
He's not scared of the monsters, the soldiers, the infections, or the undead, not even the starving animals that target the wounded and ignore the dead.
No, he has gotten used to all of that.
Kirito closes his eyes for a moment and smirks when he sees all of the faces of the people and monsters that he has killed.
This's what he's afraid of, he's not afraid of killing anymore, but he is afraid of what he is becoming because he is starting to enjoy it.
He is starting to enjoy killing people.
Kirito tightens his grip on his gun and keeps on walking, he notices that someone is walking towards the jail, and it's not time for any of the scouts to return yet, so it's got to be another enemy.
He lifts his gun and aims, but when he gets a clear view of his target, he finds that the woman is naked and is slowly walking toward the Jail that has become the fortress of the players.
He can hear the other men aiming their guns and preparing themselves to fight, but they all look at each other, no one knows what to do.
e keeps his guna aimed at his target and watches as several naked women and men are now following the first woman they are all carrying their clothes and swords in front of them as if they were offering them to the Players.
Kirito slowly lets out a breath and prepares to fire at his enemy, but one of the Guild Masters orders everyone to stop and so everyone does as they are told.
He keeps his eyes on the people outside and watches as they stop walking and are approached by one of the guild masters who is accompanied by players who Kirito can see belong to different guilds.
He slowly lowers his weapon when all of the men and women willingly hand over their clothes and weapons before removing the pins from their hair and handing them over to the players below.
'I can't believe it." he hears the Guild master behind him say.
"What ?" Kirito asks the man whose name he doesn't know, nor cares to know.
"We just received word from the North, East, and West, that the enemy is either dead or has surrendered to us. It's over." Kirito hears the man say, but he doesn't cheer nor show any joy.
He turns his head left, right, and then looks past the guild master and he can see that none of the other players are doing anything either.
This should have been the end, they should have all been sent home after this, but here they were still standing inside a fortress that was a jail where criminals once lived.