Earth Warriors (Undergoing Revision)

Chapter 78 - Waiting for the End

6 hours, 20 minutes later. 

All the time spent in our lives can vary in its worth. Sometimes, it's for something that can fill you up, to feel like you can fit in something good. But for others, it's just because you had to, even when there's nothing left inside of you. 

It could be due to many factors, things as forces out of your control, a wrong decision on your behalf, a coercing from a powerful force, or a combination of either of these as well. All can lead to some dire consequences for those involved and the one who deals with it. 

But even if you managed to break through the fences and obstacles thrown in your way, even if you make it out of it alive, there's no guarantee the rest of you won't make it out unscratched either, no matter how much you tried to pass through them. Maybe your body may make it through, but both the body and the soul can offer a very different story for the individual to show. And there's not even a guarantee that you'll have others to look for it. Sometimes, it just stays that way and that's that. 

What remains may be even comparable to that of a clean undead person, with the skin and bones being the only living beings while the inside is dead in most counts. 

And what happens afterward, even if it depends on them, could be a road of the eternity of desperation, searching for the salvation of ending the sorrow, anger and pain away from you, to be at peace of mind for once, but even so, such hope can remain distant for many, contending with the fact that they'll stay with those chains in the mind, a type of mental prison. 

Prisons that can be shaped in many forms to see. 

Inside a room full of desks with computers, keyboards, blasters and pads detailing the recent activity in the prions of Illusion Island. Inside, there are a handful of Zlocans and Human guards checking every footage available for them to check and investigate in case of any potential wrongdoing. Or at least simply hang out for a quick break for a quick drink when it comes to such matters. Many of the Human inquisitors have bags beneath their eyes, yet maintain steady smiles on their faces. After all, the Zlocu would like the Humans to work well in their jobs. 

"Hey look, this is getting tedious to work with, when are we gonna get into a real fight next?" a bald male asks a Zlocan next to him. 

"When it's ready," the male Zlocan replies without batting an eye at him. This makes the bald man grunt in response as he shoves his custom-made Zlocan gun away to the desk. 

"And you call yourself a proper warrior of the Kujar or some shit? You know what, I'm going back to the prison arena so I can call my own shots." 

"You may do as you please." The bald man then grabs the gun back in his hand and heads for the door, stumbling for a bit as he tries to get himself composed for battle. Then, he stops midway while saluting the rest of the personnel in the room. 

"You'll soon see how good I am to be called the 'wetback' hunter y'all!" the bald man shouts while having his gun. Despite this, the rest barely turn their attention toward them, some even only giving a mere shrug for his boast while the Zlocan guard shakes his head while leaning near him. 

"If you practice your vision to be on weaklings in general instead of one kind, then perhaps you'll be," the Zlocan guard replies. This makes the bald man burrow his frows and approach him, only to stop short as the Zlocan points his blaster at him. 

"You think you're so tough, right? It's proven that all Latinos are a bunch of pussies. You have to accept it!" But before the Zlocan can do anything to him, a figure enters the room, and hits the bald man on the back of his head, which makes him stumble forward. The Zlocan eyes the figure, one who turns out to have a particular black coat and a covered arm. With graying hair too.