People stared at Trevain with stunned expressions.
It didnât take long for surprise to turn into anger. They were the sort brimming with a sense of entitlement. There was no way theyâd tolerate being treated like this.
One man, his face flushed red, pointed at Trevain.
âWho do you think you are, barking orders at us?!â
âThen get out.â
Trevain looked even more irritated than usual.
Heâd thought he was here for a sweet vacation, only for a major incident like this to explode in his face. There was no way heâd be in a good mood.
âIf you donât want help, shut up and crawl into a corner! Iâll do exactly what you want.â
âBlack Badgerâs mission is to rescue civilians!â
âWhich is why Iâm telling you to line up in two columns!â
Baang!
Trevain slammed his fist into the shelter wall.
The wall caved inward.
Judging by the fact that it didnât punch all the way through, heâd held back at least a little.
People sucked in sharp breaths.
Then they all hurriedly formed lines. Of course, a few still refused to back down. Some civilians loved threatening Badgers with the rule that âBlack Badgers cannot harm civilians.â
A burly man with fists the size of his head threatened Jason.
âIâll report how you treated us!â
âGo ahead. Just be prepared to make it back alive on your own.â
Naturally, that didnât work on Trevain.
He spoke flatly and stepped in front of the people lining up in two columns.
It was almost funny how, even while grumbling, he diligently controlled those who were lining up properly.
âThere are only two field Badgers here, so it wouldnât be strange if we canât save everyone.â
The color drained from the faces of those whoâd been lingering without lining up.
A few whoâd stubbornly kept their mouths shut quickly rushed to join the line.
Of course, there were still those wearing openly dissatisfied expressions.
âAre Badgers always this rude?â
Impressive, really.
Did they not value their lives? Surely they had plenty to lose.
âWho was the one who shoved a camera in our faces first?â
As Trevain shot back, tendons stood out along his jaw.
âHey. Camera owner. Whatâs your name?â
âWhy do you need my name...?â
âYou not answering?â
Even to me, the fist he clenched while muttering looked threatening.
Did he just wake up?
Or did he, like me, get looked down on by people after arriving on this island?
From the moment Trevain had slammed the brakes in front of the shelter, heâd been on the verge of exploding.
At this point, he was basically taking his anger out on civilians.
Sensing the ominous atmosphere, the man whoâd been holding the camera shut his mouth.
When Trevain added one more line, the manâs face even turned pale.
âNever mind. You donât look like youâll survive anyway, so why bother remembering your name.â
âIs that a threat?!â
A woman shrieked in a shrill voice.
âAre Black Badgers deciding whose lives are worth saving now?!â
âPlease quietly go stand at the back of the line.â
The senior replied through clenched teeth.
It was obvious he was holding back his anger only because the other party was a woman.
âIf you dawdle and die, thatâs on you.â
âLetâs leave behind those who donât want to be rescued.â
Shashinsky said this calmly from within the line, where heâd been standing disguised as a civilian.
Peopleâs gazes shifted from Trevain to Shashinsky.
The man, whose skin was so pale blue veins showed through, held his elbow and looked at Trevain.
âIt seems time is being wasted because of a few individuals. As you said, perhaps it would be best to leave behind those with many complaints.â
He was a truly capable relief pitcher.
People who agreed with Shashinsky began shouting that the troublemakers should be left behind.
Public opinion flipped in an instant.
No one resisted anymore, not in a situation like this. Grumbling under their breath, everyone lined up in two columns.
Trevain clicked his tongue loudly.
âAnyone here with human hands who can drive manually, not autonomous.â
Hands rose into the air.
Shockingly, there werenât even four.
Since Shashinsky and Erhart had raised their hands, there were actually only two civilians who could drive.
âIs this for real?â
Unlike me, Trevain didnât bother hiding his thoughts.
âAre you all greenhouse flowers or what?! Only two people can drive normally?â
âCanât we just use autonomous driving?â
âIf the autonomous system goes down after a Creature attack, weâre screwed.â
When a woman in line asked, Trevain answered in what passed for a polite tone.
Then he told me to go outside and check how many drivable vehicles there were.
There were plenty of cars.
Just not enough drivers.
There were no buses or trucks to pack people into, either.
âNo choice. Drivers take the first two cars and the last two cars, and we slot autonomous vehicles in between. Half-wit, you get on the last vehicle. Iâm taking the front. Doctor goes in the rear.â
âYes.â
âOkay.â
âWomen and children, please board the front and rear vehicles.â
Trevain flung the shelter doors wide open.
The people lined up flinched.
But nothing happened. Just several luxury vehicles abandoned in front of the shelter. A cold breeze brushed past their skin.
I guided people to the cars together with Trevain.
A few men resisted, but Trevain didnât indulge their complaints. He barked at them that if they had a problem, they shouldnât get in.
âIf you donât want to ride, get lost!â
Trevain planned to sit atop the first â NĐŸvĐ”lŃgÒ»Ń â (Continue reading) vehicle, and I intended to sit on the trunk of the last one.
For reference, Shashinsky drove the very last vehicle, and the one directly in front of it was driven by Eric Erhart.
I was a bit surprised that an Elder could drive.
âHasnât your skill rusted?â
âBy your standards, perhaps.â
Erhart smiled faintly and tapped the steering wheel.
âBut not so much that I canât drive. I take the wheel myself from time to time.â
Seriously?
Despite Shashinsky grumbling about why heâd bothered raising his hand at all, he didnât drag Erhart out of the driverâs seat, which meant the man really could drive.
Erhart waited leisurely as people boarded the vehicles, then even approached me to make conversation.
âDo you see any familiar faces?â
He meant doctors.
I let out a sigh and shook my head.
âOther than that empty-headed couple, everyoneâs a stranger.â
âHm. So you still donât know who the rumored doctor is.â
âIs he really here?â
âProbably? I donât know his face either, so I canât say for sure.â
Spitfire not knowing someoneâs face.
That implied the doctor was either connected to Colton or to Yekaterina. If Eric Erhart didnât know, that was what it meant.
One of our kind?
Or someone deeply familiar with our kindâperhaps one of the lab personnel whoâd witnessed the beginning of the First War?
There was no time to dwell on it.
Everyone had boarded, and it was time to depart for the emergency Core.
Trevain hopped onto the front vehicle and spoke.
[Weâre moving.]
After climbing onto the trunk of the car Shashinsky was driving, I nodded.
âYes.â
The moment I answered, engines roared.
Lights from autonomous vehicles switched on.
The cars, lined up along the coastal road, set off toward the emergency Core.
***
I hope nothing happens.
Feeling my fever rising, I prayed earnestly.
Flying Creatures wouldnât come, and the Ice Dragon never attacked first.
With no Creatures on land, wouldnât nothing happen?
That thought shattered just five minutes after we started driving.
âAaaargh!â
People screamed inside the cars.
âKyaaah!!â
âAaah! Aaah!!â
They panicked at what they saw outside the windows.
Bracing against the fierce sea wind, I gripped my sword.
Hippo-sized Creatures were crawling out of the sea.
What made it worse was how fast they were for their sizeâand how many there were.
Their grotesque appearance didnât help. Despite having four legs, atop their round necks was something like a starfishâs mouth.
Tadadadadang!
The senior opened fire.
I watched the swarm approaching the road, gauging the timing to swing my blade.
I could fire it now, but the shock of a sword strike might make the moving cars swerve.
Itâd be far safer to stab them once they got close enough.
Just a little closer.
A little moreâ
Screeeech!
Baang!
[Fuck!]
Along with the shriek of skidding tires that stabbed at my ears, Trevain shouted over the comms.
[Youâ!]
Bang! Baang! Bang!
Collisions followed.
One terrified vehicle hit the accelerator and crashed. That crash instantly turned into a chain reaction. When it slammed into the car ahead, that car was shoved into the next, and so on, all the way to the front.
Bang!
The senior tumbled off the top of a car that had been shoved forward.
I wanted to ask if he was okay, but there was no time. Cars behind the crash slammed on their brakes in succession.
Screech, skreeeek, screech!
The emergency collision-avoidance systems activating in panic pierced the ears.
âWhat are you doing hitting the accelerator?!â
Someone sobbed from inside a stopped car.
âHow can we stop here?!â
The convoy came to a halt.
I barely avoided rolling off the trunk, thanks to the distance Erhart had kept from the car ahead.
The last two vehicles stopped without colliding.
Ahead of them stretched a narrow road, utterly wrecked by multiple collisions.
âUgh...â
Those caught in the pileup groaned from inside their cars.
Tire marks scarred the road, smoke rising into the sky. The scene of a massive traffic accident filled my vision.
The injured were ordinary people. They couldnât spring out of their overturned cars like Badgers.
Cursing in the imperial tongue, I jumped down onto the road.
Samuel leapt out as well.
âIâll handle the injured, so deal with those things!â
The doctor Black Badger boasted about shouted as he ran toward overturned vehicles.
I nodded and drew my sword.
Sword in hand, I walked toward the swarm of Creatures, then bent down to look at Shashinsky seated in the driverâs seat.
âPlease lend Samuel a hand.â
Shashinsky nodded silently.
The first thing the aide did upon exiting the car, however, was check on Erhart.
The Elder stepped out with a spotless face.
Seeing he was unharmed, Shashinsky let out a breath of relief, and Erhart patted his shoulder.
âHelp organize the accident.â
âDoctor!â
Samuel shouted as he dragged someone out of a crumpled car.
âDoctor!â
He was calling for the rumored doctor.
But no answer came.
Even as the attending physician urgently asked for help while checking the wounded, no one stepped forward claiming to be a doctor.
Someone did run toward me.
âLetâs go.â
The man said it to me.
âThe living should live. Letâs leave those who donât look like theyâll make it and get out of here!â
âPlease look after the women and children.â
I replied calmly and walked toward the beach.
âAfter you load them, depart when I give the signalââ
The man didnât wait for me to finish.
He twisted away and ran back to the road. I didnât turn around, but the curses, the sound of an engine revving, and a woman screaming, âTake this child too! Please!â told me everything.
He ran off alone.
He wouldnât have an easy time surviving.
As if encouraged by his actions, similar sounds followed a few more times. I even heard Erhart chuckle and murmur, âWeâll have to bill him for the vehicle laterâif he survives.â
Whoever stole the Elderâs car wouldnât live long.
Thinking that, I stopped on the sand just as someone approached me, keeping some distance.
I looked at the man with a ferocious expression and smiled faintly.
âAre you all right?â
âClear out the monsters.â
Trevain said gruffly as he pulled the pin on a grenade.
âAs the monster among monsters, this should be nothing to you.â
Baaaang!
The grenade was thrown.
Chunks of Creature flesh scattered in all directions.
Civilians screamed shrilly. Their ears, dulled by the explosion, picked up the sound of their miserable sobbing. Samuel barking orders at Shashinsky and Erhart, too.
Trevain shouting for people to get out of the way because he was flipping a car.
I bent forward in the hazy view.
Better to unleash a sword strike while I still have the strength to hold it.
Before the fever rises further.
âGo back to the sea.â
Baaaang!
I muttered as I worked.
âItâll be better for both sides.â
A white line sliced through the air.
The bisected Creature offered no reply.
***
On the blood-soaked shore,
Trevain approached me as I stood there leaning on my sword.
He stomped over, snapping irritably about where Iâd thrown my comms unit, then stopped beside me and suddenly fell silent.
Only after the quiet became strange did he speak.
âWhat the hell happened to you?â