After reading up on the description of his Emotional Beast, he learned a few things. All of his Beasts rose in ranks with him, which meant he at least wouldn't have to focus on leveling them up. Another thing he learned is that for some reason, no matter what he tries, nothing but media in the U.S.A is showing on his BikBok page, no matter how many times he changes his location. Currently, there are a few streams in places like Texas, California, and Michigan. All of them had thousands of viewers, and the streamers were warning people to either stay home or arm themselves in case any monsters attacked. News Channels like Fennec News were down, and radios were being used as well, for those who couldn't use their cellphones.
As he scrolled through BikBok, Kimsung walked to him, a bit tired, both from dragging corpses out of the museum and having to fight his way back. He sat down next to Keido and opened his system. With the sudden rush of monsters, he was able to rack up forty-two more EXP points.
Thankfully, the monsters were weak, and there were no groups, or else he'd have come back with at least a few injuries. But what surprised him most about it was that there was a horde of squirrels in the trees near where he dumped the bodies, and they didn't hesitate to devour the bodies of both humans and monsters alike once he got far enough. Honestly, it was a bit unnerving, but he didn't wish to focus on that at the moment. Right now, both he and the siblings should focus on getting food. The sun had gone down, and it was a bit late, around 8:30 pm.
However, given the fact that monsters received a boost in power during the night cycle, it would be best for him not to try anything. All they could do was wait inside the museum with all of the other people who were there before. Speaking of people, he looked around. The museum did have some emergency supplies in case of an emergency, and some people were sleeping on the floor or on benches, using their coats as pillows. Most others were too terrified to sleep, not that he'd blame them for that, after what just happened a few hours earlier.
He'd also stay up just in case, because he knew nothing of what could strike at night, here in the U.S.A., except for those squirrels he'd seen earlier. Come to think of it, it was rather quiet, something he found suspicious, but he couldn't spare any focus on that, lest it turn out to be a sneak attack.
In another part of the city, a man with curly brown hair in a short afro, with skin similar in color to oak, and eyes once brown, now green with dashes of brown, like a forest resided in his eyes, arose from rubble. He looked around in horror and anguish at his neighborhood. Buildings destroyed or ruined surrounded him, monsters hunting the survivors who tried to run from the collapsed ruins, torn apart and devoured in minutes. Soon, the monsters all turned their focus on him, the sole survivor.
They ran to him, their maws, beaks, mandibles, and whatever type of mouth they had opened wide to eat him. But they never received the chance, as they were stopped by translucent barriers protecting him. The man screamed, his eyes full of anger as the barriers shaped his desires, becoming various geometric shapes that impaled, crushed, and tore apart the monsters. Even when a few got lucky, they could not bite into his body, much less harm him.
He looked at them, surprised, but regained his focus, the shapes he'd formed becoming long, sharp prisms as they came down on the monsters, killing most in a single strike. Even those who survived did not live for long, as they were impaled again until they died. He didn't even notice the multitude of EXP he'd gained from killing so many monsters, as he sat down amongst the rubble, his eyes lowering. He notices something among the rubble he was sitting on.
The pile of rubble he sat on was what was left of the apartment he lived in with his mother, and with his sister when she wasn't in college. He starts to rummage through it with help from his barriers, using them as shovels. Years of playing with plastic bricks made it easy for him to find several things; Two of his trench coats, one green and the other black, his phone, which miraculously survived without damage, and his blue-grey Ronverse, which had some dust on it, but he wiped it off, and it was fine.
He opened his system, saving one of his coats in his inventory, and putting on the other with his shoes. He looked up at the moon somberly. He didn't want to leave yet, but he favored survival over traumatizing himself further by staying in a vulnerable location, much less right next to the Hudson River. Maybe he could go to Times Square? That would seem like a good idea, since there were bound to be people there that he could group up with. He sighed, remembering that the trains must've been out of service if something this bad happened here.
Looks like he'll have to walk there. Ah, well, not like he hasn't once before!