Shadows of JiangXi

[Vince Piccio]

There's a hospital. Probably everything that isn't bolted down is long gone. Iscariot had ran across some ghoulish apparitions that hungered for anything, even human flesh. They had found nothing but tachyon blasts from the Lamia rifle he had, the size of a regular rifle but using the same technology that created the Lamia tachyon cannons seen on Phantom fighters. A mystery, as most things were with Phantoms. The sound of gunfire was occasional and usually distant, it was an inhospitable place. It's amazing that anyone at all was still alive; if the nukes hadn't gotten them, it was either radiation, killer fauna, or other humans.

There was a distant rumbling, but on second thought it wasn't so distant. Maybe one block over. Iscariot heard some whooping and jeering. A couple of ATVs bounded around the corner, grimy looking men covered from head to toe in rags appearing. They pointed at Iscariot and immediately they opened fire as they sped towards him.

Bad mistake.

The bullets that didn't miss bounced off the armor. The Phantom pulled up his rifle and aimed down the sights, and the first ATV exploded. As he took aim at the other one, they realized the mess they were in and dived away from the bike as it went up in a fireball too. The first two people were fried to a crisp, and the second two were bloody and messy. Iscariot walked to the closest one, grabbed him, and slammed him against the wall of the hospital. Once, twice, three times. Then he dropped him and kicked. The last one was trying to crawl away, but Iscariot wouldn't have it. He walked over, a menacing wraith of destruction, and stepped on his back as he lay prone. A blade flashed from his wrist, and he stabbed the last one in the neck forcefully.

"This planet is one huge hellhole."

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