Meeting Her Again

He simply moved his hand over his neck in an obvious threat. Mark's face changed abruptly and the blood escaped from there. "You need first to beat her," Mark slowly said, trying to give himself and his dogs some encouragement in the face of this deadly threat.

"I've warned you," yet Aroon shrugged as if he wasn't putting Mark or any of his dogs in his eyes. "The moment I finish talking with that mecha I'll look for you."

He didn't wait for their response as he turned to Cheryl and said, "take me to her."

She stood there in obvious hesitation that made him add, "Have more faith in me, alright?"

She could only heave a very nervous sigh while shaking her head. He was so stubborn to leave and she couldn't force him to do that.

"This way," she said while giving Mark and the other fallens a look full of hate. "It's better for you to run away now, or else you'll all regret it."

"Humph, as if that moron will survive that mecha," Mark remained stubborn to notice the merciful chance Aroon just gave him.

Aroon's mood was now thinking about the fact of him leaving this entire zone soon. For him he wouldn't hesitate to teach Mark and his dogs a good lesson, but any fallen would be needed to help some people to survive.

At the end they would all be killed at the hands of the monsters. In Aroon's eyes they were all walking dead, but they still didn't know that.

However he still felt some hesitation towards kind people like Cheryl and the other two girls. 'Sigh, it's bad I dunno what my future path will lead me to,' he inwardly sighed.

<Ding! What do you plan to do with that mecha?> the system asked but he didn't answer.

In fact he was still surprised by the fact she asked specifically for him.

"Make way," as he reached the central camp, that leader of the ex-soldiers shouted at his men and also to alarm the local citizens living inside.

"It sounds like they know their pathetic hero is about to fall," Mark's vicious words didn't get any response from Aroon.

The people around gave him a sympathetic look. It seemed they already knew what was going on, and they felt remorse on what was about to happen.

But none stepped in the way to alarm or stop him, which made him only feel that much towards them.

<Ding! Humans only want people to protect them, not the other way around> the system spoke again and Aroon could only nod in agreement.

'They should have said anything to warn me at least,' he thought and kept walking towards tent zero.

"You know your path it seems," as he reached there, he found most of the fallens gathered around the despicable John. And one familiar mecha stood in the middle. "The path to your death," he laughed as if this was some kind of an amusing show for him.

"I promise to get your heart out after this ends," Aroon stood ten meters off the group before moving his eyes around, "if you don't support this mutiny then step to that side."

He pointed to the direction where many people were gathering. The fallens whispered among themselves but Mark's next words made them hesitate even more.

"Anyone who will step aside will be considered a traitor in my eyes," Mark confidently said, "so choose your side wisely before doing anything you'll later regret."

The fallens' whispers stopped when he said that before a small group started to walk to the side.

"Sorry man," one fallen said with silver hair and eyes, "we have nothing to do with that fight on the power between the two of you."

"You should," Mark slowly said in a threatening way, "after all we both intend to punish anyone standing on any of our sides."

"I choose to stand neutral," the fallen called Angel said, "as we all should do the same."

"Humph," Mark only gave him this response while Aroon nodded to him. The words of Angel managed to kick more sense inside the rest of fallens, leading most of them to step aside.

Only a handful of six fallens remained behind along with John and Mark.

"Are you the one callen Aroon?"

Just as everyone was choosing a side, Catrine suddenly asked.

Aroon glanced at Catrine who seemed not to recognize him at all. The time he met her he was in his netvor form, and now he was in his human one.

"Yep," he simply answered before crossing his arms over his chest, "what do you want from me? Fight?"

She was still wearing her mecha suit as she shrugged and said: "I've come to talk about something."

"Talking in this form sounds hostile to me," Aroon said in a calm yet domineering attitude, "remove it and let's talk inside together."

"Not a problem," the next moment the mecha suit started to crack open like a shell.

"Click!"

"Click!"

"Click!"

The sounds of her metallic suit opening up like buttons being released echoed at the completely silent place. Aroon watched a similar tall young lady who was one or two years younger than him showing up from the mecha suite.

"If I were you," he gave a long glance at the brown long and wavy hair of hers before turning his head to the back, "I would start running and leave this town for good."

His simple words carried a real threat to those who stood to Mark and John's side. The latter two were stupefied by what they just saw.

"You promised to deal with him!" Mark didn't accept this result as he shouted at Catrine with an explosive tone.

"What?" Catrine stepped outside the suit before placing her hand over it. The suit identified her handprint and the next second it started to grow smaller while many pieces of metals became condensed together like a lock and key.

"Wanna run and cry to your mammy kid?" she grabbed the small suitcase which the mecha ended up with. Aroon knew the suitcase looked heavy but it wasn't.

"I won't forgive you for lying to me," Mark's body was trembling out of deep anger.

"Kick your ass out of here before I change my mind," Aroon had to step in and prevent any unneeded fight with those walking dead. "As for others, you are welcome to stay as long as you keep helping the helpless people here."