Having gotten the goods we came for, we headed back and resolved in our hearts to come back the next day. Because for the next few days, this was going to be our training/farming ground.
As we walked back, we suffered no attacks from the Ferins as they all retreated. They had suffered enough loss.
I slung the duffel bag over my shoulder, holding my steel pipe with one hand as we walked back to the station.
"Why did you even do that anyway?" Asked Marcus in a low voice.
I furrowed my brows. "Do what exactly?"
"Decide to fight those things like a mad madman." Jerry cut in.
I relaxed my brows, smiling as I shrugged.
Jerry sighed. "The mall's entrance was supposed to be our choke point where we'll resist the monsters."
Is that so?
Didn't know. And you know why?
"I can't read minds." I uttered, adjusting the duffel bag.
And that's exactly why planning exists.
Jericho remained silent for a while before saying, "You're… right."
I nodded.
Thank you.
