047 – Past-Eve’s Choices

Day 3

Did Claire overestimate her grip strength? Most certainly she did.

Did I blow off steam by flying faster and more reckless than necessary? Guilty as charged.

When I landed in the parking garage I was carrying the doll in my beak, careful not to rip her fabrics. The others were sitting on and standing around the bed of a truck. Their body language reflected my mood. None of us had been ready to lose our tiny bit of normalcy. I hopped over to them.

“Are the hyenas okay?” Ash asked.

[“It was only a small party and I fended them off easily.”]

I could feel Jamie’s worry and his sense of loss. Liz was rotating a single floating knife above her outstretched hand.

“What now?” Stephen asked.

[“I have spotted a sanctified space not too far from here. But it’s only a single large-ish room in a larger structure with a smaller room attached. Hopefully a bathroom.”]

“That sounds like a hotel room?” Jamie said.

[“I don’t know, it’s on ground level. But something like that. I’ll stick to this shape and scout the way. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mammon’s troops started roaming when they realize we aren’t coming back.”]

Liz snatched the knife out of the air. “Should we even stay in this area? If Mammon personally dislikes us, maybe we should leave?”

[“No.”]

Liz frowned. “Why not?”

[“Because I want to kill Mammon. I have a plan and most pieces for it. I am nearly certain I can do it.”]

“I really hope it is a good plan.”

[“It is a simple plan. Which makes it a good plan.”]

“Is being cryptic one of your coping mechanisms?”

I turned and hopped over to the railing. Take-off here would suck. A small doll grabbed onto my leg. I looked over to the mannequin standing next to the others.

[“This way I can coordinate if you get separated.”] Claire wrote.

She was showing a lot more care than she had at any point in the apocalypse. Or toward the end of our relationship. Was she feeling guilt? Or pity?

[“Let’s go.”] I wrote.

I waited for the others to leave the building before I took off. Which mostly involved dropping off the side of the building and then not crashing into the street below.

#

Mammon’s forces did not harass us on the way. The building housing the sanctified space ended up being a refurbished warehouse. Its entrance consisted of two sleek black fire safety doors.

I landed next to the group and shifted back to my human shape.

“I know this place,” Jamie said.

“Yeah, me too,” Stephen said.

“What is it?” I asked.

Jamie and Stephen exchanged a glance.

“A club. A specialized one,” Jamie said.

“Oh, no,” Liz said. “The cryptic is contagious.”

Jamie pulled a flashlight out of his inventory and opened the doors. “You’ll see.”

I went in first. I didn’t need a flashlight. Beyond a small vestibule, we entered into a lounge-like bar. Low tables, comfortable couches and armchairs. The bar was flanked on both sides by large doors leading into the bulk of the building.

I went in with a slight suspicion about the nature of this club, but the background aroma of latex, rubber and disinfectant confirmed it.

The main room was a large hall with 4 separate raised stages, all set up with various BDSM equipment. Around them seating arrangements for onlookers and multiple stations with cleaning supplies.

I kept wondering about such places, but never worked up the courage to check one out.

I went on toward a side corridor which should lead to the room in question. The others followed silently. The place itself absorbed sound.

I found the room in question. It was calming, like the deli had been, but with a very different undercurrent.

In its center stood a large king-sized bed with black sheets. It was framed by poles on all sides and had multiple metal rings spread around its frame. On the other side of the room was a massive, also black, wardrobe.

I flicked the light switch. The lights worked, of course they did. The small room to the side was indeed a dedicated bathroom. For once forgoing the omnipresent black for simple, white, tiles.

“Told you I’d have a shower running in under twelve hours,” I said.

“Not exactly how I interpreted that promise, but I’ll take it,” Jamie said. The others also stepped into the room.

“It’ll be a bit crowded, but I’ll take it,” Liz said.

“Beats the alternative,” Stephen said.

I stepped to the side and left a little room next to me. I raised my right hand. I answered Jamie’s questioning glance by counting down from three on the fingers of my left hand.

Lucy arrived slightly early, just after the count of two. I didn’t even look at their location-appropriate attire before I whacked them against the head with my raised hand.

“Ouch,” they said, undignified.

“You are being predictable, Lucy.”

“And you attacked me! In a sanctified space! I have never been attacked.”

“You deserve it.”

“Everyone’s a critic.” They vanished again.

“I liked the outfit,” Stephen said.

I sighed and took in the heavy air. A place being sanctified did not fix its air quality. On our approach I saw solar panels on the roof. Maybe I could get the power running on enough of the building to at least give us ventilation and light.

I noticed Ash leaning against the doorway.

“You good, Ash?”

“Just coming to terms that this is our life now. The madness isn’t temporary. It’s just what’s normal. I hadn’t begun wrapping my head around it.”

I tried to give him an encouraging smile. “Sorry we didn’t manage to clear that library.”

“Yeah, that. A very normal sentence in our world.” He pushed away from the wall. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll just go out and catch some fresh air.”

We looked after Ash as he left.

“We still need to do that, right?” Stephen asked. “Like, yes, we are in war, and it’s fucked up. But besides all that, we also need to get stronger somehow?”

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“That’s why we are looting so many rations. The end of the world is busy,” I said. “I will try to take care of ventilation. Maybe you three should scout and see what’s around us. Later I will need all of you to wrangle stunned bats while I’m waiting out cooldown timers.”

“Well, now the one-hour break feels like we wasted time,” Stephen said.

“Nah. I needed that. If I had been any more strung up earlier things could have gone wrong… in multiple ways. It was a good and correct call. We just need to find a balance.”

I left the others behind. I couldn’t tell how they were really coping, but my coping involved feeling productive. And to layer coping mechanisms I did murder math while doing electrical engineering.

Fox, honey badger, orc, spider, demon bat. If I managed to pull off that shockwave trick I used against the kobolds earlier again, but this time against a swarm of demon bats, I could secure five first kill rewards. Along with the two I had banked, that was more than enough to get me to fifteen, but I would need more experience to reach the next perk. But if the daily rotation offered no repeats, I could repeat such a trick after midnight, and get to level 16 before dawn.

None of which helped the others progress. We needed to slaughter hordes of foes to get them to a similar level. Or plan assassinations of demons. I wondered what level Claire had reached. Nothing had beaten the experience gain we got from killing just two of the bastards.

#

An hour later, ventilation sprang to life. From one moment to the next, the air pressure inside changed, and old stale air was replaced with the too-hot afternoon air of post-apocalypse New York.

All in all it had been pretty easy. I just needed to bypass the anti-islanding protection on the solar system, and then set up the AC system to not immediately trip every single breaker by running the compressors. For now, fans were all we needed.

I tested the lights and was rewarded with a level to my Tinkering (Hardware) skill. There was no one to celebrate with me. Ash had joined the others in checking out the neighborhood.

“What now?” I asked the voices in my head.

“Can you keep going?” Gabriel asked. “If you can, do that. But you achieved a lot today. It is okay to take a break. Your idea about the bats is solid. If you can get enough of them you can reach level 16 today, purely off those bonuses.”

“Wait. I counted five available shapes?”

“Both of your birds count, you can become the Arctic Fox through your new Shape Echo, you have two shapes in your rotation you haven’t gotten it for yet and the orc shape. Jamie is still carrying that spider and if you manage to catch bats you will most likely want to eat the heart of one.”

I blinked. “I had totally forgotten about the birds. And the Arctic Fox. Damn. Past-Eve might be a bitch, but this class does have potential.”