Chapter 88 - Who I am
Chris
With our arms full of what we could carry, we trekked back to camp. There wasn't much value in the camp but we took anything we deemed usable.
For me, that was mostly gear and weapons. They weren't the best quality, especially after we had so carefully liberated them from their previous owners, but they could be melted down for material.
My pack rattled and clanked from the numerous weapons I was carrying while Austin's was bulging at the seams. He took anything that wasn't nailed down and then some. Anything he thought might hold value was taken and he looked comical carrying the massive pack on his back.
You would think that we came prepared with sacks at the ready to carry loot home with, but you would be wrong. We had to scavenge the camp for backpacks and the like to even think about lugging anything back.
Austin used a missmash of different clothes all tied together into a massive sack. It was so big it wouldn't be out of place with Santa Claus carrying it.
The loot we carried wasn't the only bounty we received from the camp. The 200-odd defenders gave a total of 200,000 points to the two of us. Split between the two of us was 100,000 each.
They held more points than normal and it seemed the points didn't automatically flow to the one controlling them which was a boon for us. They still held onto some points from the wave hours prior. We got more than anticipated.
Sneaking a peek at my point total was some good news on an otherwise shitty day.
Points: 653,342
On the way home, we stopped to wash the blood off before we made it back to camp. Everyone there knew what we did but it wouldn't look good to come home covered in the blood of our enemies. We didn't want the kids to ask questions.
We didn't run the way back, the sacks would rip under too much force, but it was mostly because we needed to decompress. After looting and packing up, the reality of what we did hit us.