127 Infiltrating the bandit camp (1/2)

It was the third hour of my night shift, when I had lost all hope of finding them when I heard it.

Something that reminded me of the past.

Something that I've not heard ever since the start of the apocalypse.

'They must be really brave or really stupid to use motorbikes for travelling.' I mused 'Especially one that makes so much noise.'

'They're not dead yet.' Lily pointed out 'So it means that travelling on vehicles might not be such an impossibility anymore.'

'Only because of the giant behemoth lingering in the horizon that is acting like a vacuum for all the abnormals. Otherwise they would be dead before they can cross one block.'

'True enough.' Lily said.

But none of that is what matters the most right now.

A small sound behind me told me that Netra had already woken up from her sleep.

”They're quite daring. I'll give them that.” She said in a whisper and I could feel her excitement bubbling up at the prospect of more blood.

She might be a kind and gentle person most of the time but cross her and you would not live long enough to regret your choice.

”We're following them?” I asked but I already knew the answer.

”Let's find where's their base is.” She said with a grin which showed all her teeth and I smiled demurely at her.

Indeed. They were going to regret pissing her off.

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Motorbike are fast but after going through three evolutions, I was just as fast if not faster than them.

And unlike motorbikes, we were silent and capable of blending in the dark of the night to such a degree that even someone with sharp senses would find it hard to find us.

So we tailed the four bikes in the dark as they went from town to town, taking food from supplies from any of the shops that still held them.

Netra was of the mind that we should capture them right then and there and torture them for the information about their hideout but I was patient and we came up with a deal that if they did not get back to their camp till dawn then we will go along with her plan.

They were travelling in a group of seven, the same as yesterday and I wondered if the bandit leader made this some kind of rule that a group will consist of only seven people.

Perhaps.

If so then he was probably smarter than most people.

But smarter doesn't mean stronger.

I did not know how many bandits lived in the camp but I was sure that me and Netra were strong enough to deal with them.

We did not have wait for long as after half an hour, they reached an outpost hidden deeply in the forest where the seven stopped and dumped their food supplies.