The place was silent, the city seemed like just another run down part of the wasteland. If that demon wasn't dead I would be freaking out, little did I know, there were still 2 hours left until 72 hours had passed.
It would have been terrifying if the demon weren't dead, if that thing wasn't dead oh my gosh, I, I, I have to relax, calm down, something. This couldn't go on, my heart was beating it felt like it was going to explode.
I closed my eyes and sat down in front of the gate, I was shivering, I didn't have my money with me or my car. I had my clothes, a few 9mm rounds and a fried corpse in a bunch of pieces.
One hour, then two hours almost passed. Then I could hear muffled voices. I was dazed and half asleep, pistol in hand, with all my ammo in the chamber.
The door slowly opened and I could hear footprints come out, and then a voice, "Holy shit look at tha-, Bratan! Get out here and help him in!"
It was Yaromir, my old trusty friend. I could feel people begin to pick me up and help me up as I tried to find strength in my legs. They were tired, weak, and numb. I tried to open my eyes as I looked around.
I then checked the gurney. The people were surrounding it, and staring at them gave awoke something. A little energy took hold and my legs worked again, even if it is a shabby excuse for legs. The people holding me let go as I shrug them off and walked over to the crowd.
Even though my voice hadn't spoken for days and had only yelled and screamed in terror as my hoarse voice croaked to life like a broken radio "Hey, politely fuck off".
The guys in-front of me turned around and began to laugh "Heh who made you in-charge biiiiiiii"
I could see the terror in their face as they could see me, covered in dirt, grime, caked in mud, dirt, and blood.
Everyone backed off as I walked towards the body and began to inspect it. I began to count with my hand so those around me would think 'what the hell is this freak doing'. After counting ten I let out a deep yet satisfied grunt.
I then turned picked up the gurney and walked towards the gate, Yaromir, Yemelyan, Venedikt, and Borislav.
They all just watched as I walked through the gate and back into the safety of the settlement.
Yemelyan dashed towards the back of the gurney with Venedikt in tow. They each grabbed a side of the gurney and picked it up off the floor.
Yemelyan said one word "Where?"
I simply replied "By my car"
He must have nodded or acknowledged as I felt the weight lift as we walked through the settlement, the prying eyes, up main street and down garage road. As we turned I could hear them cheer and celebrate amongst themselves.
They had seen the antlers that had terrified them for so long, and felt the fear leave as I, Bratan, had walked through their streets, a nobody who showed their face a few days ago, comeback after fighting the demon that was their worst nightmare, and live.
The three of us set down the corpse by my baby as I left the load and weight fall off my shoulders and feel the energy leave my body as I fell, like a ton of bricks, and landed on the back of my car grasping for a hold, laying beside her.
I looked at Yemelyan "Hey man, you have the keys, I would love to sleep for the first time in a few days."
Yemelyan looked at me and smiled "I'll unlock the back seat for ya so you can sleep."
Just a nod was all I could muster as I was exhausted. I grabbed a towel that looked cleaner than me and threw it onto the backseat and dragged myself on and Yemelyan gave me the keys and left.
I closed my eyes for the first time in a while and slept well for the first time in a long time.