Transmigrated As An Extra In The Apocalypse-Chapter 99 - 98: Truck

A loud noise jolted me awake.

The sound rumbled through my skull like thunder trapped inside a metal cage, rattling my bones, sending a sharp, splitting pain through my head.

My eyes snapped open, but instead of relief, I was met with nothing but darkness.

Where...?

My breath hitched.

My body felt heavy, sluggish, like I had been asleep for too long.

Every inch of me ached, from the deep bruises to the dull, throbbing pain in my ribs.

The last thing I remembered was the orc lord’s mocking grin, his voice echoing in my mind.

’Stand proud. You were strong’.

Damn him.

I tried to move, only to realize that the surface beneath me wasn’t solid ground.

It vibrated beneath me, shifting every few seconds with an uneven rhythm.

A pattern.

A familiar one.

A vehicle.

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut.

The noise, the low, grating hum, the occasional metallic creak, was an engine.

The sudden bumps that sent a jolt through my aching body weren’t just random, they were from tires hitting uneven terrain.

I was inside a moving truck.

I forced myself to breathe, my pulse pounding in my ears.

The air was stale, heavy, carrying the faint scent of rust and oil.

My fingers brushed against cold metal as I reached out, feeling the confined space around me.

The walls were smooth, seamless, no cracks, no openings.

A cube space.

I wasn’t just in a truck.

I was in some kind of containment unit.

Panic threatened to creep in, but I shoved it down.

No, not now.

I needed to focus.

Think.

Who had taken me?

Where was I being transported?

Was I alone?

I listened carefully.

The sound of the engine rumbled on, steady and unbroken.

No voices.

No movement other than the rough, jerking motions of the truck hitting bumps along the road.

Was I captured?

Or rescued?

My mind raced through possibilities.

If the orc lord had taken me, I wouldn’t be waking up in a truck, I’d be dead, or worse.

That meant someone else had pulled me from the battlefield.

But who?

No, I don’t think that is the case.

I clenched my jaw, my fingers curling into a fist.

I needed to escape.

I needed to find out what the hell was going on.

The rough vibrations of the truck rattled through me, each jolt sending a dull reminder of the battle I had just survived.

My mind was still foggy, struggling to piece together everything that had happened before I blacked out.

Instinct took over.

My hands moved across my body, searching, checking.

My ribs, intact.

My arms, no fractures.

My legs, fully functional.

I expected pain, expected to feel the consequences of the orc lord’s devastating attack, but there was nothing.

No sharp stabs of agony, no burning wounds, no splintered bones barely holding together.

Just blood.

Thick, dried in patches, covering my arms, my torso, staining my clothes.

Some of it was fresh, still wet, clinging to my skin.

My breath hitched as my fingers brushed over my stomach, expecting a deep gash, a wound that should have left me gasping for air.

But there was nothing.

I swallowed hard.

I had completely healed already.

I didn’t expect to heal from an attack as devastating as the orc lord attack.

It damaged my body beyond repair.

And yet... here I was, whole.

I had encountered many devastating attacks.

Each becoming deadlier than the others.

But every single one of them I survived it.

It always makes me wonder...

Can I even die?

I wasn’t normal.

My ability wasn’t normal.

The truck jolted again, the impact rattling through my bones.

I braced myself against the cold, metallic floor, steadying my breath as my mind tried to make sense of where I was.

The darkness stretched endlessly in every direction, thick and suffocating.

It wasn’t just the absence of light, it felt unnatural, pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake.

Then, I heard something.

Voices.

Faint at first, just murmurs slipping through the air like whispers carried by the wind.

But as my senses adjusted, I realized they weren’t just distant echoes in my head.

They were real—people.

I tensed, my ears straining to pick up what they were saying.

"...How long has it been?"

"Who knows? Feels like forever."

"I don’t like this. Something’s wrong."

"Everything is always wrong in this world."

Their words were hushed, filled with unease, as if they were afraid of being overheard.

I squinted, trying to see past the oppressive darkness, but I couldn’t make out their faces.

Silhouettes, maybe, shapes shifting slightly in the void, barely distinguishable from the surrounding blackness.

I wasn’t alone in here.

That should’ve been comforting.

But it wasn’t.

The voices in the darkness faded into background noise as a heavier thought pressed into my mind.

Where were Beth and Edward?

I sucked in a slow breath, trying to steady the growing unease curling in my chest.

The last thing I remembered before blacking out was the orc lord standing over me, his grin carved into my memory like a scar.

And then, nothing.

Just an empty void before waking up in this moving prison.

I clenched my hands into fists, my nails digging into my palms.

Beth.

Edward.

Were they here too?

Somewhere in this darkness?

Or... had they—?

No.

I shook my head, shoving the thought away before it could take root.

They had to be alive.

They had to be.

It would be extremely hard for someone like them who could fight the orc lord head on to die...

But the uncertainty gnawed at me.

Edward had always been the strong one in our team, the kind of person who didn’t break, no matter how dire things got.

But even he had been pushed to his limit back there.

And Beth...

Although I don’t know her much, I can at least say something of her...

She was prideful, fearless, strong, but even strength had its limits.

Had they been captured too?

Were they in another truck, or had they been left behind, buried, abandoned in a place where no one would ever find them?

I hated not knowing.

I hated the silence, the lack of answers.

I exhaled sharply and forced myself to focus.

Panicking wouldn’t help.

I needed information.

I needed to find a way out of here.

And most importantly, I needed to find them.

They are the only people I know who can fight the orc lord.

The murmurs in the darkness blurred into an indistinct hum as my thoughts churned.

My breathing was steady, but my heart wasn’t.

I had no idea where I was, where Beth and Edward were, or if they were even—

"So, Golden Girl, you’re finally awake. Took you long enough."

The voice cut through the haze of uncertainty like a blade, sharp yet oddly amused.

My body tensed for a fraction of a second before recognition settled in, pushing away the creeping anxiety.

Beth.

I turned my head in the direction of the voice, though the suffocating darkness made it impossible to see.

But I didn’t need to see her to know it was her.

That tone, the teasing lilt, it was undeniably Beth.

A mixture of relief and exasperation flooded through me.

"Beth," I breathed out, the weight on my chest loosening slightly. "You’re here."

"Obviously," she said dryly. "Wouldn’t miss a party like this."

Even without seeing her, I could feel the smirk in her words.

That typical Idiot always acting like she had everything under control, even in the worst situations.

I exhaled, grounding myself in the fact that at least one of them was here.

"Are you okay?"

There was a pause, a small hesitation

"...Define okay."

That was answer enough.

I strained my eyes in the darkness, trying to make out Beth’s face.

The faintest slivers of light flickered through the cracks in the truck’s walls, barely enough to see, but enough to confirm one thing, she was covered in blood.

For a split second, my chest tightened.

Was she hurt?

Was it hers?

But then my gaze locked onto hers.

Stressed.

Worn.

But she was still the same girl who joined to fight the orc lord.

Even drenched in blood, even with exhaustion clinging to her, she carried that same prideful look, chin raised, eyes sharp, like she hadn’t just barely survived hell.

Like she wasn’t sitting in a pitch-black truck with who-knows-what waiting for us outside.

I wanted to ask.

Are you okay?

Are you hurt?

Is any of that blood yours?

But I hesitated.

Because Beth wasn’t the type to admit weakness.

She would smirk, make some offhanded comment, and brush it off like it was nothing.

Instead, I settled for, "You look like hell."

Her lips curled into a smirk.

"Thanks, Golden Girl. You’re not looking too fresh yourself."

I snorted, shaking my head.

If she had the energy to joke, she couldn’t be that bad.

But still, I wasn’t convinced.

I studied her face again, trying to spot any wounds, any sign of pain she wasn’t letting show.

But all I saw was that same damn confidence, like she was untouchable, unbreakable.

I didn’t know if it was real or if she was just pretending.

But for now, I let it be.

Because as much as I wanted answers, there were bigger problems.

And the blood covering her?

We’d deal with that later.