Earth Warriors (Undergoing Revision)

Chapter 143 - Roadblock

"Look, it's even less likely we can get others to help people like us at this point because they know there's no point going forward, and they could at least live longer than die sooner." 

"Some people can claim many things, but it can be proven when pushed otherwise, you should know that, Miss Amanda." Amanda groans a bit over that. 

"Don't get too formal on me, man! Look, maybe we should look into this first instead of arguing like idiots right now if it pleases you." 

"Well, you insist so." Marcello then glances at the city around him as she keeps driving further among most of the deserted streets of the district. Such sight is something that can provoke a bit of melancholy for those who want a place to live in, away from the ravages and cruelty of warfare. Many yearn to a return to a time when the sounds are those of the cheers of children and the breeze that cools the town. 

But even that seems so distant nowadays, all while Marcello continues to gaze with pure silence, with his own thoughts left all alone while the rest keep theirs. 

That is until Eron raises his hand. 

"Y'know, you still haven't told us much about him... What's the deal with it, anyway?" Eron asks, to which Amanda can only groan a bit. 

"Haven't I told you that it's none of your business, you dumbass? Isn't the word 'private' inside your head?" 

"Hey now, Miss Amanda. I think he's something that should be important for us to know if we should keep moving forward," Marcello as he glances back at Amanda. 

"You want to be intrusive right now, because if that's the case, then I should ask you if have anything left back at-" But just as Amanda is about to complete her sentence, Eron's eyes dart at something on his right, which is enough to make him gasp. 

"Hey, stop the jeep, Amanda! Stop it now!" With those words, Amanda presses the pedal that immediately stops the jeep, and while the three stumble a bit from the force of the stop, they remain intact. 

"What now, Eron?" Amanda asks as she glances at Eron with narrowed eyebrows while rolling her eyes and groaning for a bit. 

"Look over there..." Eron says as he points in the direction he's looking at, with Amanda and Eron following suit. As soon as they catch a glimpse of what they see, they gasp for a bit as they step out of the jeep and grab their gear. 

The sight is what seems to be a group of individuals cheering on something, ones with certain armors clad in black and red with blaster rifles, alongside others without armor but wearing black vests and even some tattoos of big crosses or two SSs on their neck and arms, carrying M16 and AR15 rifles as they cheer alongside the armored men. A rare union between Zlocans and Humans it seems like. 

In the center, there are three tan-skinned individual laying on the ground, wincing and groaning a lot with bruises and cuts on the arms, chest, and legs while a certain individual kicks a young male right in the stomach, to which he screams a bit while laughter and cheers fill up the area. Said leg has a metallic prosthetic that's attached right to the heel of the feet, all while a familiar silver-haired man looms over the man with a grin on his face and the sword on the other side. 

"Go, Dakrin!" a Human soldier shouts with his comrades following suit. 

"Are we seeing more of their barbarism?" Marcello asks while taking cover with Amanda and Eron in a torn brick wall as Eron trembles a bit.