Travel Stories
You Are Not Dead Yet, Bro

Damn, apparently even to die, I'm not allowed! terry's mind when he woke up and realized that he was lying in a room that he recognized as a room to examine the evil demon.

Hearing an indistinct mutter from another space, which seemed to be a conversation between two people, Terry's basic instinct to sustain life was triggered. After making sure that no one else was in the room, Terry made a move.

That bastard even treated my wounds. Huh, you'll regret it! terry's inner hiss growled at the sight of the bandage bandaging the wound on his leg. He remembered that the creature's wound did not improve when he used a knife to injure it. After checking the gun, which the creature apparently did not even notice, Terry slowly got up from where he was lying at the moment. He planned to search for sharp objects and make equipment to fight the demon.

Trained, he moves towards the kitchen, which he sees as he searches the toilet before a bad ending befalls Deborah some time earlier. Terry didn't care about the wound on the leg that returned the blood. He just wants to do what he can at the end of his life. The kitchen is not too far away now. As long as he could achieve it, he would be able to do something further.

Just a little more...

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The little house enjoyed a warmth that he had not felt for a long time. Laughter amid babbling and jokes is often heard from two young men and a small girl who is engrossed in drawing on the porch of the house.

For a moment, the scenery that appeared there, as if like a sibling who was chatting on a holiday just like. The curly-haired gondrong, which he had tied up casually, seemed to be laughing with a glass filled with coffee that was still steaming. His masculine face looked a little wild, although the shady look in his eyes softened the impression of the clutter he was presenting. While in front of him, the young man in white continued to comment on the contents of the picture of the little girl who continued to chatter cheerfully in the middle of her drawing activities. It was just that, sometimes the three of them would randomly, talk and laugh in a direction where there was no one in that place, as if they were talking to empty air. Fortunately, the terrace of the house was not visible from the road. It wouldn't be funny if there were other humans who realized that they were talking in empty air like that

They are Kay, Typhoon and Andini.

As the Typhoon chooses to stay, it seems the atmosphere warms very quickly. Even the events where Andini acted strangely before, agreed they removed it from the mind. Rayna, who was indeed the most excited among them, continued to chatter and joke, increasingly making the conversation so crowded. Kay, meanwhile, continued to concern herself with Arborite's various remarks, wanting clarity about the little girl's previous remarks. It's just that, the thing that happened later, forced Kay to care, no matter what she wanted.

The two young men instantly moved in alarm as the branch of the mango tree whose leaves were protecting the terrace from the sunlight shook violently, as if a ignorant boy had jumped up and hung up arbitrarily. Followed by a cold wind that blows without shaking the leaves and flowers that are along the porch fence, although the hanging bench in the middle of the garden yard suddenly moved. But nothing appeared in the eyes of the two young men, no matter what they did

"Damn it, who's coming?" hissing Typhoon without lowering his alertness. He stood in a standby posture, as if ready to destroy any existence that appeared and disturbed. Meanwhile, a faint, reddish-black flash of fire appeared and enveloped Kay's body as the young man also circulated his gaze, looking for potential enemies that might appear.

Merely, the origin of the voice that answered them was truly shocking.

"No need to search. I'm here." said a voice that seemed to consist of several people talking at the same time.. The small figure who was previously engrossed in drawing had already flipped his picture book and faced the blank page. His hand holding a pencil began to move quickly, although his face was facing the two youths who were still chuckling. The two eyes that had previously emitted a plain light that resembled a star that morning, currently only revealed a white color.

"Kay, what's wrong with Andini?" rayna said without being able to hide her fear as she floated and hid behind Kay, while the young man looked at the Typhoon with a look of misgivings.

A strange smile appeared on the small face looking at the vigilance that emerged from the crowd in front of him. But that figure did nothing. Only his small hand continued to move quickly as the image of a bottle with seven-star ornaments, a house in the middle of the wilderness and a snake-bodied and human-headed creature took shape on drawing paper. And when the picture was finished, Andini suddenly limp and her small body sloshed to the floor, which immediately echoed the anxious cries of the two young men.

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Terry struggled with the pain that emerged from the wound that continued to shed blood. The bandage that wrapped him was no longer able to withstand the seepage as his blood began to drip onto the floor, creating a terrifying trace. But he doesn't care, his life won't last long. At the very least, he wanted to injure the creature as badly as possible. The door of the room was only 2 steps away, but when he was about to grab the handle to open it, it opened.

Goddamnit! Apparently the devil was playing me again!, meaning in his heart, although a sense of helplessness began to appear as the door opened wider, revealing the shadow of someone there. Desperately, Terry pulled the gun and pointed it at the door. Merely, a strong hand held his gun and with a quick sting, snatched the gun very expertly. But looking at the figure who grabbed his gun, Terry was stunned.

"W. w. Who are you?"

The young man sighed and kept the gun in his hand. His eyes looked at the blood-filled bandage with a look of dislike, as he shouted.

"Anton! Your friend has woken up and is trying to kill himself with a waste of blood!"

Terry was increasingly agape when the voice he was very familiar with, was heard from behind him.

"Big T's! Thank God you can make it!" sahut Anton while running from the front towards the man who seemed to be preparing to collapse.

Seeing the figure he knew, Terry was unable to hold himself back any longer. The pain that emerged from the wound on his leg was unable to bear, when his body was limp and sitting.

"God damn it, Boss! I'd rather be taken hostage by ****** against this... Fucking Devil!!!" his soul was upset even though tears full of relief he could not bear.

"Let's just get the hell out of here first. You're not dead yet, bro. Let's make you heal first!" anton said as he tried to help Terry stand up.

"Is that the creation dead?"

"Nope. He got away. That slicky bastard!" anton growls while helping Terry to get out of the house, while Prameswara follows them behind him.

Damn it, this little devil can escape me. Just wait, I will definitely destroy you!!!

As the mockery and curse continues to be thrown in the heart, Prameswara steps up after Anton who seems to have no care whatsoever as long as his friend is not dead and slowly, the car begins to move and leave the cursed place, accompanied by a vengeful view hidden between lush leaves and shrubs.