I was relaxing in my tent with Sera. We stayed on opposite sides of the room. We didn't talk the entire time. I had to say something. "I'm sorry."

She scoffed. "You promised. You said you wouldn't do that anymore. What's your deal? You think you we're the only drug dealer?"

I shook my head slowly. "I..."

"No! You weren't. You didn't ruin the city by yourself. Hell, that world is dead and gone, Dopeman!"

"That doesn't have to do with anything ok? I just wanted to save Fisher."

"By killing yourself in the process?!"

I stood up, upset. "Better than to just leave him hanging!"

She did the same. "That luck is going to run out. Look at you! You look beaten all over!"

"It's fine ok? Why are you on my back so much? Why do you care?!"

Her eyes tear up, getting flustered. "I don't want to lose you! I don't want to lose another person I care about!"

I stand up, sighing. "Look, I..." Suddenly, a soldier comes in, looking for me. He calls me into Kyle's room. Kyle has certainly changed in the span of a few days. worse a nice red beret with his usual army attire. He also had a scarf over it. The most important thing is the new metal arm he has. It's silver, shiny. He turned to face me. "Dopeman. Do I look cool?"

"Hell yeah!" I yell, sitting on the desk. "You look nice, man. Like the arm?"

He plays with it a bit, adjusting the fingers, twisting the hand. "Yes. While I still feel the sensation of my old hand, this is stronger. I can finally use a rifle at the very least."

I laugh. "Good, you can be the best on the battlefield again. So, what's the deal?"

Kyle nods and pulls a map out and circles False Heaven marked on the makeshift map. "So according to your report, there are zombies? Or..."

"Basically. Mindless drones. They just want to beat you."

Kyle nods. "Well, that's not good. That's why we got these orders." pointing a bit north, in Arizona. "NRF territories. The general ordered us to stay off the front lines so the tribe fight is done for us."

"What are our orders, then?"

"We head into Arizona and figure out what's False Heaven. If anyone knows about the properties of Angel Waste, it's them."

I look at the map of upper Arizona. "Heard this place sucks. Full of Desert Demons."

"Yup. Better get ready now. We leave in a week."



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Other Slater

Bio: Hi, I’m Slater. Feel free to read my stories and have fun doing so. If you would like to support me, I'm happy to provide my Paypal. I'm setting a Patreon soon as well.

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