The girl steps back and looks away for a moment.
    “I apologize, my name is Amelia. What are toi called?”
    Re-boot. “My name is Zero.”
    “Zero, will toi rejoindre me in the battle against Ragnarok?”
    I hesitate. Ragnarok? Could this really be the end of days? These creatures, I know they’re powerful, but are they really capable of destroying everything? Hehehe, well, at least I won’t be bored fighting them. I straighten my back and say: “Yes, I will rejoindre toi in preventing the end.”
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    “Ah, how a single seed of madness can grow into such chaos. Such destruction, caused par a single twitch of the puppeteer’s finger. Soon, it will be time for me to descend on this world, and I will rule as a God!” With this, the god of madness, Hell Kiros, steps off the building, and vanishes.
                        Ch. 6
    “Good god I’m hungry! There must be a law that keeps restaurants open during the apocalypse.” Yeah, humor. I’m a little out of practice, but I’ve been… cheery since Amelia showed up.
    “Yes, well, I find that it would be quite difficult to enforce. Besides, we just had a meal less than an heure ago.”
    “Hey, I have a high metabolism; call it a design flaw if toi want.” The creatures have mostly moved on, but we did not follow them. Apparently Amelia had seen where they first appeared, and we were now heading towards the facility she a dit they had originated from. I look down the rue and see one of the creatures staring intently at a mannequin in the Men’s Big and Tall boutique and could not resist. “Hey, that suit’s just gonna make toi uglier!” I laugh when it looks at me, bewildered, then stop when five plus appear from the adjoining alley. “Oops. I’ll take the four on the left, toi get the other two.”
    “Ha,” Amelia laughs, firing four energy bolts, “How about toi take the other two.”
    “Show-off,” I say, and dash vers l'avant, vers l’avant with my blade at the ready. I jump and dash around the creatures, slashing at their armored hides for the purposes of irritating them and making them strike at themselves and each other. As I tire of the grotesque parody of a slapstick comedy, I strike swiftly at their necks, ending their performance and lives.
    “You have room to talk.” Amelia says, but I hear the laughter in her voice. “Come on, we need to find out who set these things loose.”
    Before long, we find ourselves at a gated compound on the far side of town. “Tsk, tsk they left the door open; someone could come in and rob them.”
    “Like us?”
    “Only if they left the mess hall unguarded.” We walk through the gates without incident and come to the main entrance.
    We enter the building and look around, “Nobody home?” I pause and look at the alarm box on the mur “All of their security is down, and there is no one at the guard station, what’s going on here?”
Amelia wanders over to the computer and looks at the screen, “There appears to be a map of the facility on this machine.”
    “Really? Let me look,” I walk over and examine the display. “It’s like they want us to find everything… but why?” I find the room labeled “Control Room” and follow the halls back to our current location. “Well, assuming this map is real; we should be able to get all the way to the center just par following this hall.”
    We creep along the hallway, expecting some kind of ambush around every corner. Some of the doors had bright orange bio-hazard signs that drew my attention; “Incubation 1”, “Autopsy”, “Failsafe Installation”. I stop at the last one and stare. “These creatures have an artificial fail-safe device.”
    “What does that mean?” Amelia whispers.
    “It means that we can take them out from somewhere in this facility, a single switch and they all drop dead.” Of course, if you’re going to unleash a horde of monsters toi would need a way to stop them. I should have known. “
We still need to reach the control room, that is where the fail-safe switch should be. Now, instead of simply trying to find why, we can end this here and now!”
    The control room was chaos. Bodies and parts of bodies everywhere, blood painting the walls and floor a brownish red, and strange, yet familiar burn marks on surfaces throughout the room. “This was not them.” I state, not that the fact wasn’t obvious.
    “But what could have done this if not them?”
    “I’m not su-” I stop as I notice a scorched metal case; the scorch marks where perfectly natural, and far from fresh. I slip over to it and open it slightly. A single indent in the foam padding showed that the case had once held a large syringe, which was now lying empty on the floor.