Apocalyptic Rebirth: With a repairman system space, she rises again. - Chapter 409

Chapter 409: Crosstown: red or green?
The sweats were gone, as were the shivers. Comfortably, Moon now sat beside her husband, eating with gusto as she found herself suddenly famished.

One of the lights flickered, its light catching on the crystal glasses that were filled with wine, juice and water.

“Isn’t this nice?” Peter asked, raising his glass. “Our first family dinner together.”

Cassius raised his eyebrows. Calling them a family was a stretch because they were united by schemes, betrayal, hatred and secrets. Each of them had an agenda.

Moon smiled with a cheerfulness that almost seemed sincere. “I for one am glad to meet you all, especially you Cassius. Your father has told me wonderful things about you.”

“Really?” Cassius replied skeptically. “That is news to my ears considering that he thinks I am not trying hard enough to put this shelter in order.”

Peter smiled. Beneath the calm, his eyes noticed everything going on around the table. He did not miss a single thing.

“Well, he is all bark and not bite.” Moon laughed, patting Peter’s arm gently. “He is very proud of you.”

Cassius raised his glass. “Well thank you mother. I do have to ask, the name Moon. It is rather….err…unique. Is it your real name or something you gave yourself after a night of too many beers?” He was feigning amnesia with the excellence and precision of a seasoned telenovela actor.

Moon laughed loudly. She tapped Peter on the shoulder. “He is funny sweetie.”

Cassius blinked and smiled innocently at Moon, as though she was a stranger he was trying to charm.

Denise fanned herself with a napkin, meanwhile, rolling her eyes from the side. Glenna, also pregnant fanned herself, not because she was hot but because she wanted to show off her hand stitched silk embroidered fan with a golden handle.

Denise was eyeing it with jealousy.

Aliya was sitting smugly, leaning against the chair with her legs crossed. Occasionally, she let sparks dance between her fingers. A deliberate move to remind everyone of just how special she was as the only superhuman at the table.

Moon gestured at the women. “Cassius, you have got to tell me about these lovely ladies. We were introduced but I was so overwhelmed that I barely got their names. Are they your sisters, friends…companions?”

Cassius scratched the back of his head, smiling sheepishly. “Companions I guess. I am quite…err…affectionate.”

Moon rolled her eyes, affectionate was a polite way of putting it. He was a womanizer. A lecherous bastard. A pervert.

“He means irresponsible.” Glenna pitched in.

Aliya smirked. “He has nice taste. Times have changed, the laws on monogamy are dead.”

She twirled her finger, creating a ring of fire that exploded like fireworks.

It was a nice trick. The table erupted in laughter or smiles. Peter lit a cigar and puffed, watching Moon. Every reaction, every word, every smile and all of her movements were communicating something. He loved watching her allow herself be fooled by Cassius’ fake amnesia.

He knew all about it. He was the master planner that orchestrated the amnesia act, giving his son and Denise the plan just before dinner. As long as it worked, Moon would let her guard down and he would crack her open like a walnut.

Cassius was playing his role well. Denise had also been excellent with her bathroom trip role and passing on information. From the look of things, the plan was working.

“So, any plans to have kids?” Denise asked Moon.

Moon stiffened.

Peter laughed and stood up abruptly. “Why don’t we raise our glasses and toast instead? The purpose of this dinner is for everyone to meet each other.”

A chef wheeled in dessert but before it could be served, a tremor shook the ground. A glass fell down and shattered. Silverware clinked and plates rattled. Outside, a roar split the night–monstrous, fierce.

The quickest of the group rushed outside and the pregnant women followed slowly rather than following protocol which was to hide. Aliya’s fingers were sparking, itching for a fight.

In the heart of the town, so close to where they were, chaos unfolded. A mutated gorilla, towering and enormous. It rampaged through the streets, stomping on people, cars and everything on the ground in its path. Its skin was mottled, part scaly part soft fur. Its eyes, glowing red. Its teeth, sharper than knives.

Superhumans had already gathered to fight it–a pyrokinetic, a woman with steel skin, a man who controlled wind, a woman that could summon thunder and a man whose punches rivaled those of the gorilla. Aliya raced out to join them.

Moon frowned. “A mutated gorilla out here in the city. What are the odds?”

Peter looked down at her. “Are they supposed to be in one particular place?”

She maintained her frown. “The countryside, or somewhere with a zoo. Was there one anyone close to the town?”

“Twelve miles away, The Central Cross Zoo.” Cassius replied.

Moon clenched her hands. In the back of her mind, she cursed. She had not been in Crosstown at this time in her last life. She did not truly know what internal dangers or beastly problems they faced, only general disasters.

Was it possible that it was a red zone before being cleared? If there was one mutated gorilla around, it meant there were others somewhere. Zoos did not keep just one gorilla.

And they certainly did not keep one animal zoos. It was likely that more dangerous mutated beasts would be paying them a visit.

“The watchers are here.” Cassius announced.

They all looked up. The birds were gathering like they had been invited for entertainment. Like the superhumans and gorilla knew this, the fight suddenly intensified. The strong man lifted a meteor that had been in the process of being moved before the attack. He swung it and slammed it against the right leg of the gorilla.

The beast roared and fell to the ground with a loud thud, sending shock waves through the town. The aerokinetics who had multiplied hurled debris at it like they wanted to bury it. Thunder and electricity struck it, aiming for its eyes.

The strong man broke one of its paws, but not before it broke a few of his ribs with one slap.

The beast did not stay down, it roared and leaped away, swiping at people, tearing through newly constructed buildings. Aliya and other pyrokinetics gave chase.

“How the hell did it get into my town?” Peter screamed into a radio.

“It leaped over a wall.” Someone replied.

Peter muttered more curses under his breath. The walls were already high. How the hell did the gorilla manage to leap over them?

Moon looked up at the watchers. She had seen them do some things without cause. Just to watch chaos unfold. “The watchers,” she tugged on Peter’s arm. “They must have helped it.”

Peter clenched his jaw. For what purpose? He hoped that she had more answers. “Why?”

Behind them, Denise doubled over, clutching her stomach, a cry of pain escaping her mouth.

Glenna screamed, “Her water broke.”

Another roar shattered the sky as the gorilla fell to the ground. More than a dozen superhumans descended on it.