MTLNOVEL Chapter 58: Ghoul Duck Hunting
Quagmire, breathing heavily, with his knife plunged deeply within the head of the ghoul before him, quickly readjusted himself and pulled the knife out as quickly as he could without the possibility of stumbling down.
Perhaps he had gotten too overconfident, as he finally felt he was adapting to the world he was in. It would seem that reality had found another way to destroy his illusion. This was the very first time he had seen a ghoul calling for its comrades. He knew they were intelligent, but at the same they are dead, so should that intelligence be severely limited?
He does not know what to do or think about it, he would need to observe, go out of his base more, and study the ghouls' behaviors more. Once he had raised his sons back home in the base to be independent enough, he would scout much farther into the wilderness.
He could not do the same thing he had done in the past, as it would require the Central Power Beacon to reconvert back into the Pathfinder, and the dozens of kilometers he had the map of around the base were the last thing the Pathfinder recorded and produced. Not only that, but the majority of it was just resource location, not specific images of locations. Just the basic geography and its elevation, with pointers placed on various places.
Unfortunately, he would have to take care of that problem at a later date. Right now, there could be dozens, if not hundreds, of ghouls moving towards his location. Right now, he needs to change location and use his current location as a diversion, and only kill those who have followed him or who saw him. That way, he would not need to face the bulk of the ghouls.
Thus, with a quick dash from his chosen direction, he made quick strides, his ears perked up as the sounds of movements came from his behind him. He resisted the urge to turn back and fight, as he was still close to his original location; if he fired now, it would make the plan useless.
As despite having variable silencer, its sound could still be heard dozens of meters a way, and in a location where there is almost no sound, except his breathing and the cries of the ghouls, the sound would be magnified, especially if it was a shot, that it might even reach hundreds of meters, that is, if the situation and environment allowed it to happen.
With that in mind, he made even larger steps, increasing his speed. On his back, the cries of agony and deathly howls of the ghouls grew ever closer. If it were the person back then, he would have been scared, like he used to, but this is what he had gotten used to. He might have just gotten his head enlarged by his ego due to adaptation; thankfully, he is rapidly recovering from his mistakes, much of which was due to his past as a military commander.
He jumped, crawled, and climbed with enough intensity, to the point that he could see his bulging muscles ever pulsating in a color of light red. By this time, despite only feeling a little bit tired, it had become clear that due to adrenaline, he was mentally detached from the rest of his body.
With that fact in mind, he glanced from left to right, all the while taking a final sprint. When he had gathered enough distance, he leaped and rolled towards the ground. It was just in time, as he was rolling down the ground, he had heard of something heavy falling into his location a second earlier.
He rolled like a hedgehog into the ground, and when it finally ended, he unenveloped himself perfectly, in a firing position shortly after leaving it. With the pistol directly aimed at his front, his eyes scrambled for the targets. He counted from one to ten. There were, in fact, ten ghouls currently making their way towards him.
With the counting finished, he realigned his arms by changing position almost immediately, and when it arrived, he quickly activated the eagle's eye. Once it was activated, he quickly aimed down at his enemy. The gun came blasting with fiery sparks. The bullet whizzed down through the atmosphere and missed.
Silently taken aback by his near miss, he readjusted his position to get a proper shot at the ghouls in front. With slight modifications, the round was back in the chamber, to which Quagmire pulled the trigger.
The bullet came raining down on them, and with a certified hit, the first ghouls were shot in the head and struck directly at their skulls. The bullet came piercing through the head and went out the other way, which was lucky considering behind it was another ghoul, which made a double pierced with a single bullet.
The ghoul came crashing down onto the ground, and with a final stumble, its head broke into millions of pieces as its flesh and blood came bursting out of its head upon hitting the ground. Blood and organic residue were sprawled all over the place, and the worst of all, which everybody hates, was the brain matter; it didn't look like any kind of brain matter he knew; it looked oddly suspicious and terrifying at the same time. The first ghoul has been killed, now there are nine more.
Thus, he changed his position and did not stash away the pistols, as he now needs more accuracy and firepower, something that his current pistol does not possess. It might have a higher rate of fire, but right now he needs to kill.
With a step forward, and the buttocks of the rifle at the center of his face. He quietly aimed his sights, all the while risking his current position of favorability. He guessed so.
He pulled the mechanism back to release the casing of the bullet used, and therefore was able to reload it. Once loaded, he slammed it back into position. He glanced from left to right and found another ghoul in his peripheral vision.
He cocked his rifle, and his pistol on the ho;w. He was now ready more than ever; he could very well.