Post by Daniel Caim on Jul 27, 2018 19:52:02 GMT
“
The Righteous Side of Hell."
It was supposed to be an easy job: track down a few smugglers, kill them, and reclaim their stolen cargo for some shipping company Daniel hadn’t ever heard of. It was easy money for the old wolf and he was glad to finally be away from his desk and actually doing something. The smugglers were supposedly few in number and relatively untrained; barely a challenge for a warrior of his caliber.
Daniel quickly found that it wasn’t the case.
When he found the smuggler’s hideout, he’d learned that their numbers had been grossly underestimated and their equipment was top of the line. Not only that, but most of them were deserters from the Surajan military with all the training and experience that entailed. The firefight that ensued was a desperate affair for the hunter and there were several points where he’d been certain he wouldn’t make it out alive. It took every single round of ammunition he’d brought, every dirty trick, and every ounce of grit and luck he had at his disposal just to finish the fight and make it out alive; even then, he didn’t walk away unscathed.
Daniel was bleeding from over a dozen bullet wounds and deep cuts that came dangerously close to lethality. His vision was fading rapidly as he stumbled through the alleys like a drunkard. He leaned against a grimy wall to catch his fleeting breath and clutched at his shoulder. He’d been in this position enough times to know he was in dire straits. Tatara might be coming for his soul if he didn’t find help soon and Lexie would be minus another father.
That thought galvanized his will to live and Daniel forced his body to obey his commands. The old wolf continued his meandering path out of the out of the slums. He could see lights slowly coming into view and that meant safety in his battered state. Cockroaches like the ones infesting the slums were afraid of the light
The old wolf finally managed to fight free of enemy territory and cast a bleary-eyed glance upon his surroundings. There weren't any people around to call upon and he was still too close to gang territory to chance yelling for help. Daniel started making his way further in, but his body finally decided it’d had enough and he collapsed unceremoniously to the ground.
Damnit! Not now!
Not when he was so close!
Daniel mustered up every stubborn fiber of his being and began crawling his way forward. He wasn’t going to die here. He refused to die here!
Daniel quickly found that it wasn’t the case.
When he found the smuggler’s hideout, he’d learned that their numbers had been grossly underestimated and their equipment was top of the line. Not only that, but most of them were deserters from the Surajan military with all the training and experience that entailed. The firefight that ensued was a desperate affair for the hunter and there were several points where he’d been certain he wouldn’t make it out alive. It took every single round of ammunition he’d brought, every dirty trick, and every ounce of grit and luck he had at his disposal just to finish the fight and make it out alive; even then, he didn’t walk away unscathed.
Daniel was bleeding from over a dozen bullet wounds and deep cuts that came dangerously close to lethality. His vision was fading rapidly as he stumbled through the alleys like a drunkard. He leaned against a grimy wall to catch his fleeting breath and clutched at his shoulder. He’d been in this position enough times to know he was in dire straits. Tatara might be coming for his soul if he didn’t find help soon and Lexie would be minus another father.
That thought galvanized his will to live and Daniel forced his body to obey his commands. The old wolf continued his meandering path out of the out of the slums. He could see lights slowly coming into view and that meant safety in his battered state. Cockroaches like the ones infesting the slums were afraid of the light
The old wolf finally managed to fight free of enemy territory and cast a bleary-eyed glance upon his surroundings. There weren't any people around to call upon and he was still too close to gang territory to chance yelling for help. Daniel started making his way further in, but his body finally decided it’d had enough and he collapsed unceremoniously to the ground.
Damnit! Not now!
Not when he was so close!
Daniel mustered up every stubborn fiber of his being and began crawling his way forward. He wasn’t going to die here. He refused to die here!
