Chapter 21: Ruthless Riven
A group of seven youths marched through the rain-soaked street, each gripping a different cold weapon—gleaming swords, one handed axes, and even two wielding nothing more than mop sticks, their ends crudely wrapped with barbed wire and rusted nails. The rainfall drummed steadily against the pavement, muffling the sound of footsteps and carnage alike.
They were all clad in the bloodstained uniform of Emerald High School, their once-white shirts now dulled with dirt and grime, green ties hanging loosely around their necks. At their helm walked a blonde youth, no older than eighteen, a vivid red scar slashing diagonally across his right eye.
That scar twisted what could’ve been a prince charming visage into something fierce and menacing.
He didn’t bother to swing at the zombies that lunged at his group; the others took care of that with practiced efficiency.
He simply walked, calm and unhurried, his cold gaze fixed on a three-story building up ahead—his expression unreadable, carved from hatred and obsession.
The downpour cloaked their movements in a curtain of sound, shielding them from distant ears. It was the perfect weather to hunt. And the prey today was the girl who had carved that scar into his face.
At the front of the group, a black-haired youth with sharp eyes and a fireman’s axe moved with feral confidence. Ben. His skill had granted him the acute sense of smell of a trained bloodhound, and he sniffed the air, narrowing his eyes as he approached the building.
With a grunt, Ben cleaved open the skull of the last staggering zombie, then lifted his chin toward the entrance.
"She’s in there. It’s faint, but she’s definitely inside," he said.
The corners of Riven’s lips curled into a cruel, anticipatory smirk.
"Is that so?"