Chapter 55: LEVEL 2 HIGH EATER: THE DIGGER — PART 2.
"BLADECALL!"
Johnquis echoed, his tone low and calm. His chain uncoiled, humming faintly in the damp air. He slid to a stop beside the bus, eyes darting through the metal ribs of the wreck. The Digger’s hunched shape flickered between broken windows and torn seats — skittering like it owned the place.
"These Diggers... not strong, but smart. They know every hole to crawl into."
He bared his teeth, raising the chain, eyes locked on the shifting shadow.
"But not smart enough to stall us for long."
He swung the chain back with a smooth whip, lips curling in a predator’s grin.
"Come on, you muddy bastard. Run all you want — there’s nowhere left to dig."
And the hunt closed in.
They hit the ground running, crunching through puddles of rusted rainwater, chain and blade singing in the stale night air. Savier led the charge now, all that lazy half-drunk charm gone. What was left was his savage grin and a low, nasty chuckle that curled out of his chest every time his boots slapped metal.
"The savior of the apocalypse is back in action, baby!"
His voice ricocheting off the twisted bus frames and collapsed roof trusses. "Come on, Johnkiss — don’t crawl behind me now! Old times!"