The second the wire snapped from it's anchor, Raviel lost all his hope as his body was seconds away from from falling to death as the cable hooked itself along a corner. Just on the verge of falling out,
Raviel watched the cable which he was clinging onto...losing it's power as it was on the verge of falling but held, due to the copper exposed veins coiling around a broken railing.
Putting all his hope on the coiled part of the cable he swung on the cable to reach another cable which was loosely hanging and swinging due to the wind.
"....Huff.... Huff~ Just few more feet, come on you can do it. Motherfucker —"
Just as he jumped.
Swooosh~
"Aaaaah— fucki'n hell it hurts...."
Pain gripped Raviel's whole arm as a metal shard–logged deep into the 5-inch thick cable pierced cleanly through his palm. Blood streamed downwards reaching his face as he was barely holding-on from the end of the cable.
He watched the cable, on which he was swinging fall down with a huge piece of railing and crushing the undead which stood underneath it's trajectory. And some of them still trying to stand after being crushed.
He pulled his palm free from the shard and climbed up with blood staining the cables as me moved upward, step by step he climbed again, body trembling like it would give out at any point.
And then——
He reached theTop.
❖❖ ❖❖ ❖❖
Raviel collapsed on the 10-feet hexagonal platform. From the middle of it a 2m long rod with wires attached to it sailed in the sky. winds brushing past some of the wires. The wind hit his face carrying faint traces of ash.
For the first time since entering this nightmare, he gasped—his lungs filling in the clean fresh air.
Shaking, he teared out some bandage which was wrapped around his shin and wrapped it tightly around his torn palm. His arms wouldn't stop trembling. His shoulders wouldn't stop shaking as he wrapped the small piece of bandage.
Slowly he stoop up, his eyes scanned the destruction below.
The ruined city seemed to stretch forever with smoke rising from the building which were now seemingly smaller from Raviel's vision as he saw those undead scattered all over the broken places.
Raviel who was now frustrated punched the metal rod with all his strength.
" Why?— what the fuck did I do wrong to deserve any of this..... Fuck. Fuck. Fuck it all"
Then—
DING.....
A mechanical tune chimed in his head. Before opening a silver screen which now cantained faint traces of grey but Raviel who was too busy to read the text didn't pay attention to the changes.
〔 Status Notification 〕
The ?¿?¿?¿? Skill is Active!!!
Directive: Search for Ascara Trail.
Raviel laughed aloud seeing the text as his voice shook from fury—
"Haha...hah so all this happened due to a damned skill which even i don't know about— which literally transported or whatever it is to a wasteland without any hints and Is now asking me to search for some Ascara Trail. Yeah no Shit!!... man just let this poor fucker die in a world where people look at you like a happy meal and then pop up and say, search for a fucked up place in a fucked up world...."
The text disappeared almost instantly.....
"Fuck. you.... atleast tell me where should I find it, you goddamn Status screen" as he raised both of his bloodied hands in the air to threaten someone in his frustrated brain as veins pulsed on his forehead.
Raviel then leaned against the metal surface. His eyes narrowed as a thought came in his mind.
—there is mana here....
Not a single trace just like his previous world.
He pushed himself to stand as there was a new directive for him to chase, but as soon as he stood his muscles locked up and adrenaline now disappearing from his veins as if it was never there. And for the first time Raviel truly felt the extent of his injuries which were faded under the rush.
"Khuee—eek *grunt*..."
The screams ripped out from his throat before he could stop them and echoed across the haze.
Below the horde froze for a few seconds.
Then as if some sort of alarm had rung they quickly started to climb the tower. Clutching and mangling over themself as their nails dug into the steel. They began climbing.
Raviel's eyes widened seeing the horror.
"—Shit!!!"
He didn't wait as garabbed on a cable from the ledge of the platform and muttered some prayers before swinging himself downwards.
The steel cable screamed under his weight, sparks bitting at his hands as it brushed past the broken pillars of metal.
His legs collapsed on the ground after the impact, but the horde was already pouring towards him.
Move. Move!!!!
He forced his legs forward as the pain felt twice the amount of the original after the adrenaline wore-off.
And then he saw it—
Along the rows of burnt vehicle.....leaning in the middle was a motorcross bike in pristine condition if not for its broken side mirrors.
Its body was caked in dust, but its frame were still intact. And the keys..... hanging from the ignition.
Raviel ran towards it heart and panic pounding in his chest. But froze realising something.
—This feels like arranged, almost like someone—something wants me to find it when i am just on the edges.
The screams behind him grew louder as they were reaching for his flesh.
—No time to think
He swung one leg over the bike, twisted the key and prayed.
The engine coughed— once—twice and then roared to life.
Raviel accelarated it slightly...
Vroom~Vroom
Satisfied after hearing the sounds, Raviel slammed the throttle.
The bike launched forward like a 'rocket', its
figure rushing past the horde, One of the undead which had jumped to clung on the bike, he swerved forward missing a body from inches while the front part hit another one.
But the bike was faster.
As the distance increased between the horde and him, He accelerated the bike further passing through the highway with ease as it was all clear.
And squinted his eyes to see past the heavy smoke blowing on his face as he searched for Ascara Trail in the ruins.