Power (Wormhole Mana Book 1) by Larcombe Tom

Author:Larcombe, Tom
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: TML
Published: 2024-01-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Al looked over at Harry, who was bending over to loot the rabbit they'd just removed from a snare. They'd had to kill it from a distance first, since it had those vicious teeth.

I can't believe how many snares we lost until we switched over to the wire snares instead, Al thought. I also can't believe how much damage those teeth can do.

He'd found that out the hard way. At first they'd been using their guns to hunt additional game. After they'd looted all the dead animals outside of the fence, they'd cooked them, then found out just how much the unit preferred fresh meat over MREs.

They'd stopped using their guns when they were chastened about wasting ammunition, ammunition that wasn't in short supply at the moment, but would be if they kept using it up. That was when they'd switched to snares.

I'm glad that Max dude fixed a few of our phones. I'm also glad the commander let us have them instead of having them locked away in that box that prevents the signal from getting out. It's not like anyone is trying to pinpoint our location to bomb us, right? Fine for hot spots in foreign countries, but here in Colorado?

Al shook his head. He'd used his returned, and repaired, phone to look up how to hunt small game without a weapon. At this point they were under instructions to reserve their ammunition, it could be used on game the size of deer or larger, also in self-defense, but that was it. Those were the restrictions the unit commander had given them.

His foray into trapping had given him a class though, the Trapper class. The commander hadn't been overly enthused about that, until Al had pointed out that the class allowed him a higher chance of both spotting traps and setting them.

“And what are IEDs but a trap?” Al had finished with.

He'd understood his commanders thoughts. The higher parts of the chain of command were very concerned that they had so many soldiers in the quarantine getting classes that weren't directly combat related. As always, shit rolled downhill, so the unit commander was getting hassled over it.

At least he keeps it from rolling down and more, so it isn't hitting us, Al thought.

“Hey Al, got another rabbit over here, you want to grab that one? I just found some tracks of something larger,” Harry called out.

Harry had gotten a class called Tracker, which was focused on tracking and hunting. Between the two of them, they made a good team for keeping the encampment in fresh meat.

As Al dispatched the trapped rabbit, stabbing it in the back of the head with his knife, his notification light flashed. After looting the bunny, he pulled up the notification.

“Sweet! Hey Harry, I just hit level three. I wonder if they'll give me any more skills with this one,” Al called out.

* * *

The group made their way down into the valley, skirting the rather hot ground surrounding the missile. Now they were considering just how to get to it.

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