Is it Wrong to Copy Abilities in Apocalypse?

All of them lived together, ate together, slept together, and even did their shit together. They were all small-time criminals banded together due to the same type of feeling they had toward the rich, the police, and the government.

The whole organization started with 5 people with aligning interests meeting up at a roadside drug dealer shop. All 5 of them were looking for a way out of the tension in this world, wanting to have their minds at ease for a while.

If their eyes hadn\'t met each other. If they never sat to do the drugs together. And if they didn\'t start getting closer to each other, then maybe the organization would never even be there in the first place.

All five of them, including Ragha, were the founding members of the organization.

They were all just some people who had their lives destroyed due to some police case on them, waiting for nothing but death.

Slowly but surely, their small group started to grow. More and more people started doing drugs with them, enjoying the company of each other, until one day they decided to do drugs in an abandoned factory.

That was the day they got to see the face of some police constables again after leaving the jails, and as they were high on drugs, they didn\'t even think about it and beat the shit out of those policemen, one of whom died during it.

That was how their gang or organization began.

The blame was taken by the group of five people who volunteered to take it on their heads—the same five people who were the ones to start all of this, including Ragha. They were just 19 years old and sentenced to prison for around 14 years.

They didn\'t know how grateful the ones they took the blame for felt for their actions, only to find out about it when they came out of the prison.

They had formed an organization strong enough for even the police to let the five of them go in just 7 years\' time.

It was then that the organization actually started.

They did everything. Drugs, human trafficking, prostitution, and many other things. But Ragha forgot to notice one thing...

They were never completely loyal to each other. They just depended on each other as they had nowhere else to go.

They were together because they earned a lot, and they didn\'t need to worry about the police, as all they needed was to share some profits to keep them at bay.

They could do all the illegal things they wanted without being caught. What else would they want?

Ragha realized it now when the apocalypse hit the earth. There were no rules and regulations protecting them anymore. There were no policemen who would cover up for the shit they do.

Only the strongest fist could rule—that was how it was in the world as it had turned into.

Ragha was the strongest among them, and that was why he was their leader in the first place. That was why he was called \'big bro\' by all of them.

But would they still listen to his words if they were to face a danger far greater than Ragha? That too in a world where no rules and regulations worked and only strength ruled over all?

The answer was clear to his eyes.

The long time he had been with all of them flashed in front of his eyes as he saw the situation they were in now. Killing each other just so that they could cover themselves up with the other\'s bodies as a shield.

All of this because if a single arrow—

\'Wait, where\'s the arrow...?\'

It was then that Ragha noticed something. There was no more whistling anymore; it was just the shouts of the people in the surroundings.

\'What the hell? What\'s going on?\'

Wasn\'t Alex already here? Why had no one died by his arrow then?

The more Ragha thought about it, the harder he frowned, cautiously looking around for any flashes or sneaky movements, only to fail to find anything.

Where was he?! Was he even here? If he was, then why wasn\'t he killing anyone?

As those questions swirled in his mind, something suddenly clicked.

\'Don\'t tell me...\'

His eyes turned to look at the people he called his subordinates, fighting each other with whatever they had at hand, bathed in blood, some laughing, some grinning, and some crying, all with a fear of death in their eyes.

They weren\'t doing it because they wanted to; they were doing it because they thought that they had no other option, but as they did it, they started enjoying it.

They were all criminals, after all.

But what if Alex wanted this to happen? What if getting this was his motive since the start—making them kill each other?

The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt. It was as if he was playing right into the hands of Alex.

\'Should I try to stop—\'

He, despite knowing that they weren\'t going to listen to him easily, thought about trying a different approach to stopping them, but before he could, he heard a voice.

"Are they the ones you want to fight for...?"

Those words, cold and unfeeling, were heard by Ragha, whispered right into his ears, causing a chill to run down his spine.

He jumped away from there, snapping his head toward the source of the voice, only to have his eyes widen to the maximum they could.

"YOU—!"

He was about to shout, but the moment he noticed the finger on Alex\'s lips, pointing at the people in the surroundings, he realized how bad his decision was.

Was it really a good idea to call out to Alex in front of so many people who were trying to run away from the same guy? Wouldn\'t it just make them more agitated? Especially when...

\'Wasn\'t he supposed to have just one leg?!\'

He had both of his legs in the right place, and he seemed to be more than fine and way stronger than before.

"Follow me."

As he stared at Alex, with his vigilance at an all-time high, wishing for the others to not look at him right now, as that would be the worst he could ask for right now, he saw Alex\'s lips move, and the next second, without even waiting for his reply, the guy stared to walk away without even making a sound.

It was as if he were a ghost; no one could even tell that he was there.

Ragha was pretty sure that it wasn\'t a skill, but something about Alex\'s demeanor. It was as if he could adjust to any kind of atmosphere as if he were one with the surroundings.

Ragha stared at Alex\'s receding back for a second, gritting his teeth in anger and frustration.

\'What does he think of me as?!\'

How can Alex just walk in here after all he had made the people around here do and expect Ragha to follow him even after that?

Ragha, right now, wanted nothing more than to jump on Alex from behind and kill the guy with a single strike.

His gut, however, was strongly against it, leaving him with no other choice but to follow Alex while clenching his fists hard enough to make them bleed.