Chapter 67: Hunted and Haunted (5)
Hope expected the request to be more or less about food.
Well, he supposed it was since these kids wanted whatever would be left. That was understandable. Hope was hungry himself.
Either way, killing was an easier job.
That was what he was trained for. Maybe an Awakened's job was slaying monsters and hunting Nightmares. But blood was spilt nonetheless. No matter how less grandiose of a job his was to theirs, a kill was a kill.
At the moment, Hope was pressing himself against an outside building as a stench of rot hit him like a wall. He kept a quiet eye on five figures walking down a street hugged within the dim fog. Daylight being noticeably hushed by this hour.
The voices they heard earlier came from these men.
Hope recalled back to their conversation:
"Don't use it until completely necessary."
"You're not going to take it?" The girl clenched the gun tight in her hands.
"If there are more people around, I'm not going to announce myself. It's better to kill them with my own hands." Hope paused. "But I'm not going to help you whatever comes after though."
"We can take care of ourselves." The eldest boy proudly said.