"Astra, use the cameras all around the city to find the nearest person with the HEAL skill." Rudy commanded.
"Okay, young master", Astra responded before doing the task. "Done young master. The nearest HEAL skill user is in the Saint Theresa Catholic Church 14 miles north of here."
Rudy relayed Astra's find to Alex.
"We need to go to the Catholic Church where we found Tim and Carol. There's a healer there. They can fix Tim."
"Alright, let's go."
"Wouldn't you want to tell Carol. She deserves to know, at least." Rudy suggested only for his suggestion to be shot down.
"Are you kidding me. No I can't tell her. She'll panic and probably throw a fit or have a heart attack. It's best for everyone if she doesn't ever know about this, or at least not immediately."
"Ah well, she's your wife", Rudy shrugged. "Hey Astra, what's she doing right now."
"Young master, she's throwing up. I think killing the felines overwhelmed her."
"Okay. Make sure to keep her occupied. We'll be back as soon as we can."
They decided not to carry Timothy even though floating in the air was stressful for him, since any contact with his skinless body parts would be pure agony.
They set off, one using a floating tray like a magic carpet, stance locked in the position of a professional surfer.
The other merely abused the [AIR WALK] skill, forming invisible platforms to launch himself off with BERSERK strength, the wind whipping dust and other particles into his face and shirt hair.
Boom!
Alex landed on the ground, startling a number of injured people and leaving a crater where he made contact with the land.
"You know, Alex, you've really gotta stop doing that. I mean I know it's the end of the world and the law has gone to shit, but really, you're destroying everywhere", Rudy commented as he remained airborne on his floating tray, Timothy squirming by his side, his throat hoarse from endless groaning and screaming.
Taking their time to survey their surroundings they finally noticed the large amount of injured people who had formed a queue.
Some with minor cuts while others supported whole limbs, flesh torn open as bloodied bones stuck out.
"Rudy– young master, what should we do." Alex sought the help of his junior after seeing some people in similar condition with his son, being supported as they stood behind others with minor scratches and bruises.
"Of course we go in. I'm sure we can bribe them with food or protection or some other bullshit. All that matters is getting Tim fixed up."
With the decision made, they moved pass the long queue of injured people before finally entering the compound of the church then the church itself.
A little ways beyond the entrance, 5 gunmen stood in a pentagon around a ginger haired figure with the back facing them.
"Get back in line or you won't be treated." The shortest among them, who Rudy had mentally decided to call Chihuahua because of his aggressive tone barked at them.
"Yo, Chihuahua. My friend here is serious injured so if your healer could look at him for a bit I'm pretty sure we can work something out." Rudy said like it was a matter of fact.
"What did you call me?" Chihuahua asked, head tilted in stunned confusion.
"Oops, my bad. It depends on what you heard though." Rudy answered, completely ignoring the pleading look Alex gave him.
"Do you have a fucking death wish, huh? Do you not see the gun I'm holding, or do you think your new powers have made you invincible." Chihuahua asked, sending spittle flying about as he gestured to the assault rifle on his person.
"Maybe I'm invincible and maybe I'm not. Now let's see if you're man enough to find out."
"You sick son of a b–"
"–Enough", the healer finally intervened, turning around to see who was causing all the commotion. "My my Charles, what a lovely little surprise. I guess it's a small world after all."
"M- Megan. How've you been. You look…good, must be your natural resistance to ageing working overtime. You don't look a day older than the last time I saw you." Rudy's strained voice responded to the greeting of an old acquaintance, one he had hoped to never meet again.
"Heh. I see you've resorted to using that sweet tongue of yours again. Though I must say I prefer how you used it earlier that night. Before you left without saying anything after exhausting me with your stamina. ~Hah, good times." Megan reminisced with half-lidded eyes, enchanting enough to catch any single straight guys in her trap, just like it had caught Rudy.
"Chihuahua, escort them inside. I'll deal with about 5 to 7 people before getting back to them." Megan ordered, her sultry sleepy face giving way to a more aloof one.
Looking around before pointing to himself, Chihuahua said, "Boss, my name is Carlos. I told you earlier, if you remember."
"Hmm, of course I remember. It's just that Chihuahua is easier to say than Carlos, plus it has a nice way of rolling down the tongue." Megan said, repeating both names in an effort to make her point valid.
'In what world is Chihuahua easier to pronounce than Carlos', a majority of those near the front as well as the four remaining armed men thought.
'Ugh. Stupid bitch, just because you're the only one who can heal around here doesn't give you the power to do whatever you want. And that damned assh*le, if it weren't for him none of this would have happened.' Argued Carlos/ Chihuahua in his mind, already having imagined various ways of killing them both.
'Damn. She's definitely a 10, I knew my bro had game but this, damn. Ugh my back." Timothy also mentally praised Rudy/ Charles.
'Oh shit, I'm screwed. She's got that possessive sadistic smile on her face again.' Rudy panicked in his mind, unaware that his standing in Timothy's eyes had been elevated.
'Hehehe. He's mine now, and I won't let him go till I've drained him dry.' Megan moaned internally after imagining some unique situations.
The only one out of place in the whole web of thoughts was Alex, who was thinking about one thing only.
'Carol is going to kill me when we get back.