The Arechi

1. Embers

This damned wasteland, is beyond saving, even by the hands of God himself, not even the divine protection of Gods hands could provide leverage or sanctuary.Viewing the burning rubble of the building in front of me with pure indifference, the smell of charred rust and metal overtook the previous ashy smell emitting from the air, no better nonetheless either way you viewed it.

Moonlight shimmered, but not beautifully, more in an unnerving manner. The night may be the best time to trudge along on foot, alas, it also involves disadvantages just at the same magnitude as its advantages, if not perhaps even more drawbacks than the advantageous primacies.

The debris became wind struck and slathered the air, out of pure instinct my body jolted from the stationary position in front of the decaying building, backward towards one of what appeared to be a secluded intact rooftop, well, compared to its surrounding counterparts within the area at least.

The jolt was able to put me a good couple hundred yards away from the building, this may seem excessive, however, theres nothing wrong with being cautious, especially if it could be a hostile ambush.

Once I had landed on the rooftop the weathered debris all had crashed down onto where I was previously standing, although my speed was nothing to snarl at, it rather concerned me that I had been so careless. Checking out that building was more than simply a ”possible threat ”. Furthermore, it had flown completely over my head that the appearance I dawned, even enveloped in all black made no relevance to my likelihood of being a sitting duck or not.

Surveying the area diligently to make a proper analysis of the current situation, ensuring while doing so everything was taken into account, my negligence would not get the better of me again. There didn appear to be anything extraordinary about the current surroundings, there was not a single sighting of even a presence of the slightest portion of life, including no evidence of mammals.

The wind consisted of minor gusts, north and northeast approximately carrying twenty-six miles an hour of wind; its south and southeast counterparts were within the same range but were two miles per hour more than the north and northeast estimates. All other factors of cordial direction were all in their assimilated respective average of fourteen miles per hour. In short, I had two options, when the timing was to perfection, option one would be presented and the ability to move head north, northeast, south, or southwest which would, in turn, make any ranged attempts of a possible adversary inflicting any damage on me to the odds ever so decreasing to only a sliver of danger or at least being the representation of the most sliver of luck would have to be prevalent once departing from this place, however, nothing is ever only just good, theres always a catch. In this case, the catch would be the odds of having a confrontation with someone would be heightened to around a sixty-five percent ratio, not only is that the only thing within consideration either, but the numerical chances that the confrontation could be with someone who is at least decently trained in a category where it should be of concern was also a fair variable to ponder.

On the other hand, going any other direction would put me in a situation with zero territorial dominance or even one expedient advantage as well, within said other directions, theres one distinguishable factor that is blatant, within a geographical sense, these directions compared to the other options counterparts contained flat landscapes, which was not ideal for an unprecedented battle, the last thing that I contemplated and took note on was that realistically the odds of me getting ambushed by a group was higher when compared to the other option.

For a mere five minutes, engrossing myself in a thinking state to make sure that indefinitely every possible detail vividly would play out in the thought process manifesting, to reassure a sufficient result.At last, the deliberation had been made, it would be better to head southeast if an encounter with somebody who wanted to get in the way, then they would have to be disposed of, simple as that. Plus, it would be better to fight one average or seasoned veteran rather than an insolent group of bandits anyways. It would also conserve supplies, even if it only took a single action to wipe out a group.

In addition, eviscerating a group wasn ideal anyway, the way I see it is if I did such a thing, and that group had bondage with an organization or had a reputation, a huge red target would be on my back, no thanks I don want any more trouble than I currently have. Settling a matter with one person is way more efficient in just about every category. Reviewing supplies was vital for the next venture onward.

The equipment in my possession is rather intricate compared to how most individuals who roam around are suited themselves. A dark shaded black Winchester .270 strapped to my back, a dark forest green SIG-Sauer P226 within a custom holster in my right inner breast pocket, a simplistic swiss army knife tucked into a left pant pocket that wasn visible to the naked eye,

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