Shattering Humanity-Chapter 337: The Birth Of "New Dodge"

"...Deal generously with your servant so that I might live; then I will keep your word.

Open my eyes so that I may contemplate wondrous things from your instruction.

I am a resident alien on earth; do not hide your commands from me.

I am continually overcome with longing for your judgments.

You rebuke the arrogant, the ones under a curse, who wander from your commands

Take insult and contempt away from me, for I have kept your decrees.

Though princes sit together speaking against me, your servant will think about your statutes; your decrees are my delight and my counselors." -Psalms 119:17-24

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Wilson’s Voice: "So you see, we came from the county just south of those three mountains you’ve all claimed.

Before the invasion, that entire Southern county served as the island’s prison grounds."

Nomad’s Voice: "It continued to served as one after those aliens, too."

Wilson’s Voice: "Right..."

[Just South of the Sister Mountains, Present Day]

As SeiõrSnow continues to fall on this late evening, in the distance and, walking down the long stretch of highway is someone in a black cloak.

Parked on the side of the single road is a patrol truck apparently on duty.

Inside the vehicle is two half drunk lookouts listening to rock music.

In the driver’s seat is a man without an alien symbiote. Just two brown human eyes.

In the passenger seat however, his buddy has traded his right human ocular sensor for a symbiote.

After taking a swig from his flask, the driver swivels his vision and spots the approaching figure coming down the road as the sun sets behind them.

Wilson’s Voice: "Unfortunately, when this apocalypse happened, the meteors carrying those aliens broke holes in the high security correctional facility and it had allowed a lot of the prisoners to escape."

The symbiote-less man back hands his partner’s chest to grab his attention and the 2nd man on patrol smirks while activating his symbiote to 2nd Stage, a smokey aura.

The diesel engine to the armored truck roars to life and the lifted truck leaves it’s post in an unnecessary burn out and heads straight for the intruder.

Wilson’s Voice: "There were five inmates who were a tight knit group in the slammer.

So taking advantage of their early release, the men managed to get to the shores of Kami Island.

Once there, they found and escaped on the only available coast guard cutter ship that wasn’t hit by one of those space chunks."

The DæMon wearing her Money Tree cloak hood up to cover her identity continues on passed a sign on the side of the road. It has the simple image of a running stick man wearing an orange jumpsuit and beneath the figure reads "Prison Grounds. Hitchhiking is prohibited. Trespassers will be shot on sight."

Wilson’s Voice: "After that small group had left for a few months, they returned with entire fleet of navy vessels and 1,000s of soldiers and maniacs.

Those heathens returned to the fortified prison, but now with resources, slaves, women, and power.

However this time with the name ’New Dodge’ for their base of operations."

The roaring of the truck fades in, and the two aggressively ignorant men are going full speed, but it does not make the concealed wanderer stop.

From out of the sleeve to her cloak, a hand with golden painted nails pokes out, the palm facing the speeding diesel vehicle.

A giant wall of purple translucent Seiõr grows up from the freeway, right in the path between the caster and the incoming drunk psychopaths.

Wilson’s Voice: "They would routinely have multiple ships leave Kami Island for a month.

They had the choice to sail east to Nantucket or west to Martha’s Vineyard when the needed to resupply quickly.

But to oppress and enslave, or to simply cause trouble, the cowboy/viking/pirates would port their ships on the mainland, I Massachusetts."

The man with an alien symbiote in the passenger side can see the suddenly appearing wall of Seiõr, but his driving comrade doesn’t and has an evil laugh.

The man with the ability to see Seiõr tries to warn his drunk driving friend about the wall of ’invisible’ magic, but it’s too late.

Going down hill at 200 mph, the speeding truck meets an unmovable object and hits the solid physical matter like a wall made of solid metal.

Almost comically, on impactnthe force of the super tough, heavy duty pick up truck crumbles in on itself like a crushed can or an accordion.

A flake of SeiõrSnow falls into a puddle mixed with blood, oil, and gasoline mix on the road.

Wilson’s Voice: "Just because they were given a second chance at freedom, they believed it was okay to go right back to doing what go them in prison to begin with."

Before the wall of Seiõr disappears, the cunning caster walks through it easily and passes by what is left of the two men and their over compensating vehicle.

A sign that once read Shinwa County Prison has been spray painted over and now reads "New Dodge.

Get the fuck out or get sniped!"

The cloaked DæMon pays no attention as she passes the sign and takes an random side step.

There is 3 seconds before the *ZIP* of a sniper round pierces the atmosphere next to the cloaked intruder.

A smile can be seen within the hood as the fingers with golden painted nails intertwine behind her head as MamMon(?) continues down the long stretch of road.

The flashing reflections of sniper scopes in the tall watch post of the abandoned prison, each one trying to annihilate the deadly raiding force approaching.

[Erebus City Arcade]

Inside the exclusively accessed arcade, Icythis and Isfet are shooting basketballs at the designated game while Bethany is once again back to her lecherous ways.

Each time the well endowed young woman make a slight jump shot or move their arms up to shoot, it makes their chests jiggle slightly. The insatiably lustful lass drools while watching them. Each separate pair of breasts reflecting in both her human sky blue eye and IceEye.

The timer ends on the game and Icythis shoots the last ball that won’t count.

Isfet checks the score.

On Ichythis’ side- 47 points.

On her own side- 45 points.

Her only available ocular sensor, her Eyelien which replaced one of her non-working eyes, loses a bit of shimmer once it helps her realize she lost.

The winner tosses the cashed out cig butt in a plastic cup with a dozen other cigarette remains.

Without missing a beat, the chain-smoking Icythis lights up another and notices Isfet’s discouragement.

Icythis: "Don’t get so upset.

We both won tickets, see?"

She bends down at the waist to grab the ribbon of dispensed yellow tickets, giving Bethany even more of a show.

Bethany: "Oh.

My.

God..."

The face of the young woman with black and green hair, turns bright red. She starts to sweat profusely and it gets hard for the now dry mouthed harlot.

The outlandisly fit and towering woman wearing her midsection tied flannel shirt, with it barely buttoned, is exposing most of her cleavage.

Now that Icythis is bent forward, gravity exposes even more of the ’sacred holy land’, while she is grabbing her tickets.

Icythis and Isfet are basically ignoring the always horny Squad 1 member and Isfet points to a game that measures one’s strength in a single punch.

Icythis nods and walks over with her new friend.

Bethany unnecessarily plays the role of spy(creep). Trying to hide behind game cabinets, chairs, and other objects clearly too small to conceal her body while stalking the two women trying to have a fun time after last night.

Bethany looks around and sees Tristan with Stephanie on the other side of the building

Tristan is focused on winning a stuffed penguin from a crane machine.

The claw drops the prized penguin at the top of it’s ascension and Tristan is visibly frustrated. He immediately puts more coins in the machine, going right back in to claim his prize as his real prize watches on behind him.

Mischievously, Bethany activates her X-ray Eye to it’s 2nd Stage, and a very bright, highly noticable pink aura is coming off of the alien symbiote.

With perfect timing, Bethany looks over to see Icythis get to the machine first, and look around, trying to find the coin slot.

Icythis: "Where the Hell does the coin-

Oh there it is."

With both long legs together, her strong back facing the X-ray eye user, Icythis bends at the waist to put her 2 coins in.

Out of her conscious control, Bethany bites her lip so hard it actually starts to bleed.

While waiting her turn, Isfet notices Bethany not even trying to hide herself or her gaze anymore, but the lusty woman is stuck in a trance from seeing what only the alien eye attached to her is allowing her to see.

In an almost weirdly too calm manner, without blinking, Bethany deactivates her IceEye and walks towards the doorway with the bathroom signs above.

In her Money Tree cloak, MamMon leaves the restroom as Bethany is approaching to enter. She still has not yet blinked since staring right at her own vision of personal heaven.

The DæMon notices the more than usually odd way the young lady is acting and grab the tranced woman by the hood with her green painted nails.

MamMon DæMon: "Hold on lecher!"

Bethany(mumbling): "Ruhhbn- wah- ow..."

MamMon DæMon: "...what?"

Bethany(mumbling): "[incoherent] so pink and soft and it spread open like a flower.

I need to think about it while I..."

MamMon gives a weirded out look towards her subordinate and releases the hood.

MamMon DæMon: "Whatever..."

She walks away while Bethany goes into the bathroom and *click* locks the door behind her.

As the DæMon in charge gets back to her seat Nephilim and the new guests are discussing what is on the other side of the Sister Mountains.

Wilson: "No kidding?

You were at that prison a few years before this alien apocalypse?"

Nephilim nods and looks at his mug of alcohol.

Nephilim: "Yeah.

I had to serve time for murdering a rapist, but I know someone who is supposed to still be in there as well."