Chapter 106: Arc 3, - 16: The Past
Her vision—the image of the redhead dead in her arms caught in her memory; the rage, the stubbornness to stand, even when the odds are against...
That sound, where would it take her this time? Time, time—pitch-black, inky, blank, devoid of sound. Memories—protected; like a knife trying to stab her brain, but it couldn’t...
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18th of May, 2016; Earth_
"You and I can explore the area while Ramond goes to mine the ore chunks and get food. We get back, campfire’s set, and then we go fight the first boss," a strategy was being scribbled on paper.
"The world spawn’s completely random Crispy, we might die turning left even. It might take hours to find the right boss," Jotou, short black hair and grey hoodie—on the chubbier side. Brown eyes that looked at the plan.
"You have to take a risk Jotou," Ramond paused to take a spoonful of his lunch, "We gotta have a strategy other than running in blind," silver watch on his wrist, tannish skin and well combed hair—a simple t-shirt.
"Do you have a better one?" Ben, or rather, Crispy, tore a bag of chips, puffing up cheese-dust into the air; tiny little hairs poked out his face and he wore a red jacket over a collared blue t-shirt. Short curly brown hair and small eyes.
Jotou forked into his lunch, smiling in thought. Little yellow dots speckled over his face, along the red bumps that hurt like hell, "We split up and cover ground, then we know what’s around and then we plan."
"Food still has to be priority, the game’s hunger ticks down so damn fast," he crunched on the corn chips.
"We also need to find water, get heat before night and collect a bunch of resources. We all just do it ourselves and come together for the boss," Jotou stated.
"Then what’s the point of co-op, might as well play single player," Ramond smirked, checking something in the corner of his eye.