YM778.TV Chapter 211
“Who the f.u.c.k is that guy?”
“Is that kid the one who came to this place before?”
“I think so. I wish we could’ve worked with them.”
“You dense idiot! Go grab me a pack of cigars!”
“yes sir…”
“Did he just order that old bastard to order us?!”
“Heard that too.”
“He wants us to work for him. We have other people for that job that are much suited.”
“You! Do whatever they say since the smell here is killing me… Ugh! I’m gonna go back to my mom!”
“Y-yes ma’am.”
“So f.u.c.k.i.n.g stupid. As if we’ll do what he wants.”
The people inside started to chatter with each other. After a few minutes, a few people came outside with a few tools and started on doing what Damian ordered.
I immediately stopped what they were doing and faced the group looking at me with disdain.
“Did I say your laborers here would do all the work?” I said as I looked at the people still on the gate. Some of them actually left the gate and started on walking inside and I was left with Damian, Mr. Gabriel, and the people who went outside first. Sheila gave me a cold glare before she went inside with the others after someone opened the gate for her.
“More than half the people here are part of the asshole category. Why don’t the people here with me leave and go to the DDR Camp instead? There’s something Damian here is not telling me or something.” I thought to myself.
The people near me with tools are looking down and a few of them are hiding their gritted teeth and murderous faces as they turned their heads away from the people still watching from the gate. When the people watching them got bored and left, they started on cursing them from behind. However, I noticed that some of the people here actually are some of the homeowners and they seem to be on board as to what the laborers here are feeling. They’re trying to assist the people here that are less fortunate and talking to them to keep it cool for now.
“There’s no proper leadership here, there’s clearly a divide. These people here are a problem too since they would just follow their employers blindly.” I thought to myself.
Damian then walked up to me after avoiding the muck beneath our feet. His cane is clinking every time he uses it as a crutch.
“That cane…” I thought to myself.
“I told you. It won’t be so easy. They just appointed me as one of the leaders and they would always complain to me every time they feel a little bit of discomfort. The others are just doing nothing. I just don’t have the power to make all of them follow me. This place is just a divided piece of crap.” Damian said with frustration.
I looked at the people and asked, “Is what this old fart saying true or is there another story I don’t know yet? You could tell me. Things around here will change I promise you all.”
“Are you really here to help us?” William, a gardener from their place said.
“Yep. My question earlier, is what this old fart saying true?” I asked once again.
Kaley was silently watching everyone while the rest of my group have started to make a small perimeter from the dead that are slowly coming towards us.
“You think I have the time to lie to you?!” Damian bellowed.
“Yeah. That’s why I’m asking them.” I bluntly said.
“N-no. What Mr. Damian saying is truth. Ever since this thing started the way the people treated us inside changed and they started to lord over us. We’ve been friends before even if we’re employer and employee…” he started to tell a few things about the dynamic inside.
“Well here’s the age-old question, are you all willing to do anything to change this place? Are you ready to step up? If you are, here’s what we’re gonna do first…” I told them my plan.
The look on their faces while listening to me is priceless.
I thought for a moment that Damian would fall down with a heart attack but he popped a pill and he soon stabilized. He tapped his chest a few times while Mr. Gabriel is sweating bullets. However, when I reached at the last part of my plan, everyone’s faces became really solemn and some of them are figuring out whether I’m serious or just lost the timing of the joke I’m telling.
“That’s what I really intend to do. This is the help I’m willing to offer. If you don’t want that, fine. Don’t came knocking on my gate a second time asking for help. Well, you won’t have the chance to.” I said with a serious look.
William and the others eventually agreed but the more fortunate people like Damian, Mr. Gabriel and the rest that offered their help are still hesitating.
“Y-you’d burn in hell if you do that! Are you f.u.c.k.i.n.g serious?!” Damian bellowed.
“Hell? Hah! I’d be there several times already at the lowest level if that place was real.” I replied.
He was taken aback the same as Mr. Gabriel.
I looked at Mr. Gabriel seriously and said, “You. You’re gonna step up or what? Same for the rest of you. Everyone here should be on board or I’ll just let you deal with this thing here without me.”
Mr. Gabriel and the rest has a mix of expressions but luckily, they all agreed.
I made a long sigh and said, “Good. If someone didn’t, I would’ve killed anyone who disagreed here for this plan to work. Come on, do what I told you to do. You know what would happen if they knew of the plan.”
They all nodded and we proceeded with my plan.
Several hours later, I’m with my group and a few others just looking over in the distance in full combat gear. My communication device is at my left hand waiting… just waiting. The sky is dark and the stars and the moon are the only things that could illuminate the surroundings. The only sources of light you could see in the distance is from the DDR Camp and Woodlands. However, in the far left, several small circles have started on appearing one by one and it numbered several dozen. A few of those lights are slightly swaying around and some of them are pairs and just moving closer and closer.
As the lights from the vehicles come near, I could faint hear a tune from gospel songs coming from a speaker.
We patiently waited for them to come in full view and the sight is more disturbing than the display that they made before. A huge cargo truck was in front with the special decorations that they have and a few people are on top of the cargo carrying crosses while dismembered parts of the dead are dangling on the side. What follows them are several motorcycles, cars, pickup trucks and vans. It’s a much larger group than what we encountered before and they easily numbered a few hundred. The vehicles they brought are forming a semi-circle around the entrance of Woodlands and they lit up torches or the flashlights that they have brought with them.
The moment the truck in front stopped, the back opened and a man wearing a priest’s outfit came outside with a few others armed by either guns, bladed weapons, blunt weapons, or just simply carrying huge crosses while muttering gibberish. The priest who came out knelt down on the effigy in the middle that looks like huge hands praying and he seemed to be praying.
The people behind him just bowed down in prayer, not minding that a few of the dead have started to approach them. One of the bloody figures managed to sink its teeth to one of the bikers but the biker, instead of reacting, he raised his arms and started to shout.
“I’M ONE OF THE CHOSEN! I’M ONE OF THE CHOSEN!”
The priest in the middle turned around and raised his fist up high and then the group he came in started to gather in front of the gate as if almost celebrating. They didn’t seem to mind the person they’re with is bleeding from his wound from the bites that he received.
“Are these people even the same ones we encountered?” I thought to myself.
“Here we are blessed with a new place to call our home which was spoken to me by our Father who blessed us with everything that we have! He whispered to me in my sleep and told me that this place! This very place is full of sinners that hasn’t repented! However! He told me of a plan to convert them to be one of the chosen so they may once again be embraced by our Father watching over us! DELIVER THEM!!!” The priest in the middle shouted.
After that small speech, they started to break open the gate in a huge frenzy and several gunshots rang out. The people living inside started to fight back with whatever’s left of them just to protect their home. Screams and laughter followed but after a few minutes, it was all quiet. The priest was still in the huge effigy with a huge smile on his face.
After a while, the mob that went inside came back with the bodies of each people from the inside that are almost unrecognizable. Some of them are torn up to pieces and some of them are almost dead. The ones with strength left on their bodies are stark n.a.k.e.d but covered in either dirt or mud. He started on talking to each one of them and Sheila was first. They were all held tight by the mob then the priest pulled out a dagger from his robe and plunged it to Sheila’s abdomen. He’s wearing a gruesome expression but the people around him are celebrating.
She screamed loudly at first but it became quiet when she started to gargle with her own blood. The group I’m with is just watching what’s been happening the whole time.
*bzzt*
“Kid.”
*bzzt*
*bzzt*
“Do it.”
*bzzt*