LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 6: Discovery
After realizing the current reality of his situation, Quagmire glanced back and forth and side by side, making sure that the earlier ghoul had gone out of his vision and was either out or far from where he was now located. It seemed to be afternoon above him, and the sun would set in just a few moments.
Considering the circumstances, He currently has no idea how those ghouls detect their prey, but one thing is for sure, and that is the ghoul earlier that came in front of him "heard" the wolf that almost pounced on him, which thankfully he did not move an inch of muscle.
Anyway, it's not like he can fight much, as his entire body is aching, so it would be pretty bad to engage directly. Still, it's not like he could do much with a military knife against an ghouls that spread its virus toward the living. He might as well already be infected. However, if he's gonna wimp on this one, he would not have accepted this from the gentlewoman, from wherever she came from.
Thus, with fear and doubt ever-present in his heart and mind, he proceeded to march into the evergreen forest, trying to find an oasis where he could hide for the day and recuperate from his disgustingly battered wounds.
He marched onto the soft but stiff enough ground with a flick of his eyes from left to right, ensuring no enemies or ghoul were in sight.
After ensuring there was no enemy, he moved out of a bush. Unfortunately, as he was moving out of the bush, he stepped on some dried wooden sticks that crackled under the pressure of his foot. Under the silent forest, the crackling of the dried wooden stick was like a clap of thunder striking on an otherwise quiet night.
Suddenly, the rustling of the leaves got louder, as the beating of the heart started to rumble in tune with the upcoming battle, and the adrenaline was released. Alas, it was already happening; he was now discovered, with movements coming in from left to right. How could this happen?
Everything was silent earlier; he checked left to right; there were no enemies, just a single crackle of a wooden stick. A damn wooden stick? Was enough to trigger those ghouls from kilometers away? Quagmire could not believe it. Unfortunately, fate was a complete bitch, and so, with the military knife in his hands, he moved into a comfortable spot.
Battered and wounded, he was a river just a few meters before him that could be potable enough to drink from; it was also the main reason he moved through the bushes. If only he had known that such little noises could bring about such disaster, he would have taken the roundabout way to traverse the area.
With a military knife tightly held in his hands, he glanced from left to right; there was some rustling of leaves from the other side, and as he was about to look over there, a disgusting horror came into his view. With the ghoul right in his face, he was surprised by how fast it was, so he attempted to attack it, though it was too late.
The ghoul lunged forward and knocked Quagmire down onto the ground. The ghoul knocked the military knife out of his hands, and he was pinned to the ground. His heart pounding loudly as the smell of rotten flesh permeates the surroundings, and his eyes get blurry every second as anxiety takes hold of his mind.
With every passing second, he felt that resistance was futile by the second, with the rustles of the leaves getting increasingly intense around them. As he glanced from left to right, resisting the ghoul before him, he saw more of them from a distance, and fear seemed to grapple with him more and more.
So, realizing his situation, the fact that he was given a second chance in life, and the fact that he was about to lose it again, angered him so much that he forgot the fear he was feeling at the current moment.
Thus, he looked forward into his front with a sudden surge of calmness. There, the ghoul were trying to bite him as his arms were stretched forward, stopping the ghoul from getting closer. So, using the situation to his advantage instead of getting bitten by the ghoul by using his hands and risking infection. He decided to use his foot.
With a kick, the ghoul growled before him. Fortunately, he used the spare time he had made and grabbed the military knife at the top, and before the ghoul was even able to lunge before him, he swiftly plunged the military knife at the front, plunging it deep into the head of the ghoul.
With a sudden coolness in the air, the ghoul fell to the ground as its brain matter and liquid splattered all over it. The ghoul were finally lifeless. Just a few hours after entering this world, Quagmire had killed somebody, though it was already dead to begin with.
Quickly glancing side by side, he saw enemies all over coming for him; it seemed like he was about to get into one hell of a fight incomparable to his past life. This time, it is about to get more bloody and violent; after all, what he was fighting against is not a civilized human, let alone a living being, but an ghoul, a being that has already passed but then again was revived to consume the living, was what he thought.
With a tight grip on his knife, despite his aching body and blood splattered all over his clothes and body, he forced himself to stand and faced the ghoul with a fervent expression to live and make a difference.
He glanced from side to side and made strides to move forward, with his eyes firmly set on the ghoul before, ready to kill it; however, despite all of it, fear still grapples his heart and emotions. He might screw it all up if he were not careful about the entire situation unfolding before him.