As we’re walking back to the hideout, Zeke starts talking.
“So, I think I stumbled on some good news,”
“What’s that?”
“I heard that a gal escaped a lynch mob, took off into the swamp. Probably hidin’ in one of those bootleg shacks back there,”
"Alright, thanks, I’ll check it out,”
“No problem, brother,”
I split from him and head for the swamp.
When I arrive, I see a shack a little further.
I head over to the shack and open it up.
“Hey, Kuo! You in here?”
I hear no response, so I close the door and move on.
There’s definitely more shacks around, moonshine is a commodity here.
As I look for the next shack, the fog gets denser. From the dense fog, I hear scuffling going all around me.
Suddenly, a humanoid mutant jumps out at me. I catch it’s claws and fry it with electricity.
“You guys are gettin’ annoying,”
After I say that, I catch a hint of something that smells like gasoline.
I can’t focus on it long since another mutant runs at me.
This one instead has a bloated, green head.
I take the Amp off of my back and stick the prongs on either side of its neck.
Before I could fry it to death, it explodes into a cloud of nauseos gas.
“Cough cough Damn gas monsters,”
For the next twenty minutes, I’m searching the shacks, but with no result.
Suddenly, I hear an explosion from the distance.
Right now it’s my best lead, so I head over to the source.
When I get to the source, I find many, many bodies of militia soldiers littering the ground.
“Who the hell..”
I smell the same gasoline-like smell.
Just over the haze of the fog, I see a figure.
I call out to it.
“Kuo?”
The figure turns towards me and disappears.
Puffs of a hazy substance circle around me.
Suddenly, I’m tackled to the ground and a hand is trained over my face.
In reflex, I raise my hand to the face of whoever tackled me.
She’s a black woman and has red and black dreads tied up above her head.
Her eyes widen from realization.
She hops off of me and backs away.
“The Demon?”
I get up, getting ready to retaliate.
She backs away and puts her hands up.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Cole MacGrath. I’m a fan,”
Just then, I notice that she has a Blast Core in her hand.
I point to it.
“Where’d you get that?”
“Off one of these fools. Thought it was kinda pretty,”
YOU ARE READING
The Legacy of Cole MacGrath
ActionOn another typical day in Empire City, a bike courier, Cole MacGrath, is delivering a package that would change his life permanently.
