Zone C -- Megacity One

[Strazio Rockwell]

Well there it was, game fucking over. Master had been separated from apprentice and there was nothing anyone short of Omni could do about. But that was not Strazio’s greatest grievance, no the greatest and most pernicious pain in the ass was not what had happened, but rather who had caused the happening. None other than motherfucking Enel. His name was enough to spike Strazio’s blood pressure into outer orbit. The “god” had earned a place at the top of his list, only behind two others. As the mage stewed over his various vendettas he checked his dataverse device and tapped out a quick message.

He checked his bearings. The blue bastard had stopped chasing him, or if she hadn’t she had decided to be much more quiet about it. Either way Strazio’s legs were starting to fall asleep and he felt like vomiting. He stood and pushed open the plastic lids above him and crawled out of the rusted dumpster that served as his hiding spot. He wasn’t quite sure exactly what a dumpster was, but he had a pretty good idea from the residual smell. While he certainly felt like curling up and letting the sweet embrace of death take him he knew better than to throw away such a silver lining.

“Not dead yet,” he muttered and rubbed his handless arm.

His eyes scanned the horizon and caught sight of mountains to the East. There was a lot of city left between him and the relative safety of the mountains, but it wasn’t like he could just turn around and hang out in “get-fucked-ville.” So he did the only thing he could do and he pressed forward. A man who was not only handless but now friendless began to remember just how vicious the Abyss’s crucible of bloodshed could be.

Moving C17 to C4