Survive..?

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The ape lunges...

"It's fast," my mind goes blank, and as if by instinct, my body dives left out of the way and into another hallway.

The ape crashes through the wall, and you can hear people screaming and shrieking! I look over momentarily and...

"Peter!?" I shout.

He looks pale and seems to be hugging the wall, his legs unable to hold his weight.

"Peter! Get out, there is an ape!"

A rumbling starts to shake the building.

The wall behind me practically dissolves.

A fist of humongous proportions comes swinging through wildly.

I duck, still feeling the wind from the force of the swing.

I manage to slide away, barely.

I run, making sure to throw whatever sharp objects I can at the furious ape.

Its eyes suddenly turn green, and the ape seems to have a burst of speed, catching me off guard and grabbing me by my leg.

The ape ROARS, shaking the loose glass throughout the room, and throws me toward the wall on the other side of the room.

It knocks the wind out of me, and my leg is definitely broken.

I look down; my leg looks more like butchered meat than a leg, but the shock and adrenaline seem to be blocking the pain for now.

I look to my surroundings, so much broken stuff.

"Those poor animals," I think.

I take a look at the timer on the quest.

"Quest timer 1:15/3:00 left."

I smash my bloody fist into the nearby cabinet in a rage.

The sudden noise of broken wood and clanging metal catches me off guard.

"Shouldn't have done that," I think, quickly grabbing whatever is inside.

Pots and pans, for some reason.

"Don't question it," I think as I grab whatever is inside and pull it out.

"Mom always did swear by the cast iron pan," I smile, remembering the time I caught the business end trying to snag some food before she was done cooking.

The ape jumps on top of the sink in front of me, looking to finish off its prey, but before the ape can form a complete fist...

Glass breaks over the ape's head.

The ape is stunned momentarily before turning its head to its aggressor.

Peter stands in the doorway, shaking.

Peter opens his chapped lips and says, "Not my brother, you damned beast."

The ape ROARS and begins charging at Peter, who has finally collapsed completely unconscious.

Panic and adrenaline course through my veins. It feels like fire, but I don't seem to notice as all my focus is on the ape.

I let my instincts momentarily take over as I whip my arm back, collecting all my remaining strength, and throw the cast-iron pan with a grunt.

The pan escapes my hands at speeds that surprise me and cracks the ape in the back of the head, causing it to tumble.

"Rumble... Crash... Shatter..."

The ape's large body is now covered in glass shards and splintered wood. A few larger pieces even broke the skin, but how deep they went is anyone's guess.

But suddenly, the loose shards start to shake.

A pitiful moan with intermittent growls escapes the ape's mouth. It is hurt but still very angry.

The ape turns around shakily, looking me dead in the eyes.

"If looks could kill," I think with a smile while I prepare for the inevitable.

The ape shuffles toward me with a limp, its growl intensifying with every step.

Thud...

Thud...

Thud...

Blood pours from the open wounds on the ape's legs, hands, and back.

The ape raises its leg for a final vengeful stomp when...

"Shhhp," a sound that no one noticed.

The ape moans before stumbling. White bubbles form at the corner of its mouth when it finally collapses and falls on its back, its breathing slow but steady.

In my head: DING... DING...

QUEST COMPLETED: Survive!

System AI: "Congratulations on completing your first survival mission. Performance is being graded. Grade: B+."

Quest objectives complete:

Survive. Sub quest complete: Deal 10% damage. Damage dealt: 60%/10%.

"Preparing appropriate treasure drop based on performance and bonus."

A few seconds pass, and two lights appear in front of my face before I grab them quickly.

I look at the objects that are becoming visible as the light dissipates.

"Congratulations, user: William Khorn Parker."

"Prize and bonus are as follows:"

"Prize #1: Second generation scouter." "Prize #2: Senzu bean (infertile)."

I put the items in my jacket pocket.

"Well, these could definitely come in handy," I think, a smile forming on my face before the pain finally registers in my brain, and I collapse.

Soon, footsteps approach, and guards armed with tranq guns and a stretcher arrive.

"Guard #1: Area secure." "Guard #2: Secure the merchandise while I secure the wounded."

The group moves out to perform their assigned duties.

The guard who approaches my unconscious body sucks in a cold breath, looking at my mangled leg.

"Looks like his leg was chewed on by a bear. Poor bastard!" he says as he straps me into the stretcher, doing his best to avoid the glass and broken parts.

Soon, the group has left the wake of the destruction, a crowd forming outside with worried students, teachers, and passersby.

Peter approaches clumsily.

"W...William, is he okay?" he croaks.

The guard sizes up Peter.

"He will be fine, but he will need time to recover IF he recovers."

Peter's eyes widen, but soon he nods, and they all enter the ambulance that seemed to already be there.

IN ANOTHER PART OF THE CITY

A large bald man sits in his office chair.

"What happened to the merchandise?" he asks, his enormous index finger tapping a groove into the wood of the desk.

"Guard #1: It didn't survive transit, but we did manage to salvage most of the useful materials."

The guard is shaking almost rhythmically with the tapping of the finger.

The tapping stops, but the shaking only intensifies.

"So you failed me?" he says, getting up from his desk in an eerie calm.

"You cost me money?" His enormous figure casts a shadow over the poor guard.

The large man reaches his enormous hand and grabs the guard by the head, lifting him until his feet no longer touch the ground.

"You damaged my reputation," he squeezes.

"SQUELCH."

Blood sprays, painting the man's white suit in red with bits of skull and brain matter here and there.

"I don't deal in failures," he says, pulling a fresh handkerchief from his breast pocket.

He looks to the other guard, who seems to have pissed himself.

"Go grab me a new suit and... clean the mess."

He looks at the corpse of the poor man below him and walks back to his desk, staring out at the city he calls his domain.

"Let this serve as an example to the rest."

A cold smile, coupled with the blood on his face, makes him look absolutely demonic.

The guard rushes out to complete his orders...

And like that, the night continues unto the morning.