Zone C -- Megacity One

[Strazio Rockwell]

Well that was disappointing. Strazio had hoped to find at least something worthwhile on the girl’s corpse. All he found instead was disappointment and 2nd degree burns. A little over half of his hair had been incinerated and the rest of his body was covered in various scrapes and burns. He was about to leave, but stopped and turned back to her corpse. Strazio rummaged through the girl’s backpack and found her Syntablet. He opened the map and scanned the island. Endgame was coming fast, and he had yet to find anything beyond a length of metal chain.

“Fuck,” he muttered, things were about as sideways as they could be.

He started towards the heart of the city. As he walked he checked through the list of remaining combatants. Only one name mattered to him. GAMZEE MAKARA ELIMINATED. The name threw fish hooks into his heart and throat. Anger welled up inside his gut, and he cursed himself for not being able to protect his apprentice. Even though he blamed his own weakness he also blamed that damnable “God” Enel. For about the third time this competition he made a solemn promise to beat the snot outta the delusional lightning man.

The avatar came to a strip mall and took a break inside the ruined halls of consumerism. He wandered through the stores and eyed the strange and wonderful artifacts of the 21st century. He stopped at a clothing store and glanced through the outfits. After a few minutes deciding he settled on a set of jeans and a shirt emblazoned with the word SLAYER. The shirt seemed appropriate, he figured, it even had a picture of some foreign warrior on its back. With a fresh set cloths and a sour disposition the Avatar of Rage set out to crack a few more skulls.

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