The First Dragon God-Chapter 63: Playing Along, Chaos
The sun crested the horizon, spilling its golden light across the crumbling remnants of the old world.
The sky was a soft gradient of pink and orange, casting long shadows over the deserted streets.
Birds, seemingly accustomed to the silence of the post-apocalyptic world, chirped cautiously from the broken rooftops, their song faint and haunting.
The air was crisp and cool, carrying the earthy scent of dew settling on overgrown vegetation. Vines crept along the cracked pavement, their leaves glistening in the morning light.
In the distance, a gentle breeze rustled through the skeletal remains of trees that once lined busy sidewalks.
It was peaceful, for now. But beneath the surface, the world thrummed with tension, as if holding its breath for the chaos to come.
Survivors gathered on the ground floor of the residential complex, with a mixture of weary and determined expressions on their faces.
Leo stood at the front, Ves by his side. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes were sharp, scanning the room with quiet intensity.
"We need to keep pushing forward," Leo began. "The supplies we gathered yesterday are good, but it’s not enough. We need to clear more buildings and secure this area before the monsters start moving in again."
There were murmurs of agreement, though some faces were lined with worry. Even though it was just a day, the near-constant danger outside had worn them down.
Ryan stood near the back, listening intently. His gaze flicked to the group, calculating, always assessing and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
"I’ve been thinking," Ryan spoke up, stepping forward.
His tone was calm and measured.
"There’s an area about half a mile from here. I’ve seen it before. It’s got some good buildings that could have supplies. But it’s also close to an old shelter. Could be some weapons or medical gear there."
Leo met Ryan’s gaze. There was a moment of silence before Leo gave a slow nod.
"Sounds like a good idea," Leo said evenly.
"You take your team and check it out."
Ryan blinked, surprised that Leo didn’t argue. But he quickly recovered, a faint smirk curling his lips.
Of course, Leo wasn’t blind to what Ryan was doing. But for now, he played along.
After the meeting, the teams split.
Leo, Ves and the wolves were about to leave when Mia walked up to them.
"If you don’t mind m, Ms Ves, Leo, can I come wit6uou guys? Please?" She asked with a smile on her face.
Leo didn’t know when he heard Mia’s request. He could only look at Ms Ves and he saw her nodding at him.
He looked at Mia and nodded, agreeing to her request.
Leo took Ves, Fiona, the wolves, and Mia with him. They moved toward a safer route, focused on clearing nearby buildings.
Ryan, however, led his team toward the area he’d suggested. He kept his pace steady, his posture calm, projecting an air of confidence that the others found reassuring.
The streets they passed through grew darker, the buildings more twisted and overgrown.
Cracks in the pavement were filled with weeds, and the air grew thick with the scent of decay.
Faint growls echoed from the shadows, causing some survivors to glance nervously at their surroundings.
Ryan kept his expression neutral, but his mind worked furiously. He knew this area. He knew the dangers lurking here. And he knew exactly how to use them.
The next moment, a pack of mutated rats scurried from a nearby alley, their glowing eyes fixed on the group. The creatures were the same that Leo fought with before.
"Get ready!" someone shouted, panic spreading through the team.
The rats moved with terrifying speed, their screeches piercing the air like knives. They swarmed toward the survivors, claws scraping against the pavement.
One lunged at a survivor, biting deep into his leg. He screamed, blood spurting onto the pavement.
"Hold your ground!" Ryan barked. "Don’t run! They’ll scatter if we hold steady."
The team hesitated but followed his command.
He lunged at the rat, attacking it and forcing it to release the survivor’s leg. After the rat released his leg, The injured man’s screams filled the street, but no one moved to help him.
They were frozen in place, their eyes locked on the circling rats. Fear was a tangible thing, tightening around their throats like a vice.
The rats circled the group, snarling, but after a tense standoff, they backed away into the shadows, their glowing eyes lingering for a moment before disappearing.
The group breathed a collective sigh of relief, but tension lingered in the air.
Ryan smiled inwardly after the mutant rats had left.
...
After the incident with the mutant rats, the group pressed on, their steps slower and more cautious.
Every creak of a building, every rustle of leaves made them flinch. The streets seemed to close in around them, the walls of buildings leaning ominously as if ready to collapse.
"Let’s check that building," Ryan said, pointing to a structure that seemed intact. Its windows were boarded up, and the door hung slightly ajar.
The survivors hesitated, but Ryan strode forward confidently.
The group followed, stepping carefully over debris. The floor inside creakedwith every step, the sound echoing through the hollow space.
Suddenly, there was a loud crack. The floor beneath one of the survivors—David—gave way with a deafening crash.
"Help!" David’s scream was filled with panic, his voice echoing from the dark basement below.
His scream echoed through the hollow building as dust and debris rained down around him.
"Help!" David screamed with a frantic and panicked voice, and echoing from the dark basement below.
The group rushed to the edge of the hole, peering down into the dark basement below.
Down there, David lay twisted on the ground, clutching his leg. Blood seeped through his pants, pooling beneath him.
"Form a chain," Ryan ordered. "We need to get him out before something finds him."
They immediately did as Ryan said, as they formed a makeshift chain, lowering one of their own to pull David back up.
Their faces were pale, their hands trembling as they hauled him to safety.
David’s ragged breaths filled the silence. His leg was badly broken, the makeshift splint barely holding it together.
The group exchanged worried glances as their team’s morale dipped further. Fear and frustration simmered beneath the surface.
Why had Leo sent them here? They all thought collectively.
Ryan remained calm, his demeanor steady as he helped bandage David’s leg. But he could see it in their eyes—the seeds of doubt were growing.
.....
After things had settled down, the group decided to start heading back to base.
As they crossed a narrow street, a piercing screech split the air. Heads snapped upward as a massive bird circled above, its razor-sharp talons gleaming in the sunlight.
"That’s not a normal bird," one survivor whispered, his voice trembling.
"Get to cover!" Ryan yelled when he saw the monster.
The creature swooped down with terrifying speed, its talons slicing through the air with a deadly hiss.
It targeted the group with precision, tearing through one survivor’s arm with a single strike.
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Blood dripped from the gash, staining the ground as the injured man stumbled backward, clutching his arm in pain.
Immediately, chaos erupted.
The survivors scattered like frightened animals, their footsteps pounding against the pavement. Some raised their weapons, but their hands trembled too much to aim. They weren’t warriors—they were just trying to survive.
Ryan acted quickly, grabbing a broken piece of wood from the rubble and hurling it at the vulture. The makeshift weapon struck the creature in the wing, sending it retreating with a shriek.
Breathing hard, Ryan turned to the injured man, his expression calm.
"Get him patched up," he ordered. "We need to keep moving."
The group looked at him with newfound respect. Ryan had saved them—again.
By the time they returned to the base, the tension within the group was palpable.
David was carried inside, his leg injury severe. The man who had been slashed by the vulture was pale, his arm hastily bandaged.
Whispers spread through the survivors.
"Why did Leo send us there?"
"That place was a death trap."
"He doesn’t know what he’s doing."
Ryan didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The seeds of doubt he had planted were growing, spreading like wildfire.
As the survivors gathered to debrief, one of them finally voiced what many were thinking.
"We can’t keep following Leo if he’s sending us into places like that," the man said, his voice shaking with frustration. "He’s reckless."
Ryan remained silent, a faint smile playing on his lips. Things were going just according to plan.
