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    He started breaking down on his own after his short and stuttered reply. <center></center><hr>


    No one seems to be speaking at the moment as the people present only stared at him. He started on bawling as I let him go and he’s justying down on the ground.


    I went for the Kel-Tec that I kicked earlier and picked it up. I cleared the chamber first and removed the magazine.


    “No bullets.” I thought to myself.


    It’s scratched all over and the machete on the side is a piece of junk that the handle is about to fall off and the de has rust stains all over. You won’t notice it at first nce since it is covered by blood and dirt.


    I made a small sigh and then I looked at him.


    “What happened?” I asked.


    “…” he was not responding.


    “I’m not gonna ask twice.” I added.


    “You have to let me in first.” he said as he finally stopped crying and sat down on the road. I could hear a few more people havee near the other side of the gate since several I heard several footsteps and a few murmurs.


    “Then pack up your things and leave this ce. I don’t give a f.u.c.k if you, your sister, and your f.u.c.k.i.n.g mother’s dead. I just want to have something to tell your little brother if he ever, which I highly doubt, ask for the three of you.” I replied with a cold tone.


    “I’m sorry…” he said in the quietest way possible.


    *twitch*


    I had a huge frown on my face and I looked at him dead in the eye.


    “The f.u.c.k did you say?!” I eximed. <center></center><hr>


    “I-Im s-” he tried to repeat what he said but I let loose.


    *BAM*


    *THUD*


    *WHACK*


    I kicked his head with my right foot and I stomped on his leg. He finally screamed in pain then I mounted him and started on raining punches in his face. He received everything I threw at him and he tried to defend himself at first but as more punches go through, he started to just receive everything.


    *PUNCH*


    “Remember what you did to Russel?”


    *PUNCH*


    “To your dad?”


    *PUNCH*


    “To everyone else you call ‘blood’? F.U.C.K YOU!”


    I threw several more punches to his face as I could faintly hear a voice calling for me.


    *BOOM*


    “KID! THE F.U.C.K IS GOING ON HERE?! KID! KID!” I heard Oscar’s voice and his shotgun firing.


    I looked at the direction of the voice and I saw him with the traineesing from outside with firearms. They saw my face and all of them took a step back except for Oscar. The gate which is next to us opened and I saw several people are standing right behind it and Kaley was among them. <hr>


    Oscar approached Cyrill as I wiped off the blood from my gloves after I stood up.


    “The f.u.c.k happened here kid?” Oscar asked.


    “This f.u.c.k.i.n.g idiot just said ‘sorry’ Hah! Can you f.u.c.k.i.n.g believe it? ‘Sorry’, IT’S TOO F.U.C.K.I.N.G LATE FOR THAT YOU DUMB F.U.C.K!!! DID YOU THINK THAT COULD SOLVE WHAT YOU DID?!” I felt something unpleasant in my chest again.


    I threw another kick at his side and he let out a guttural scream.


    “Is this? Ah, shit.” Oscar recognized Cyrill.


    *psshhh*


    Oscar ced the muzzle towards Cyrill’s exposed skin. It started to burn his skin but Oscar eventually retracted his shotgun after a short wince from Cyrill.


    “You’re f.u.c.k.i.n.g brave. I’ll give you that.” Oscarmented.


    “Please… I just want to see Kenny… and H-Hannah b-before I leave…” Cyrill said.


    “Shit, really, he said ‘please’ kid. Kid, tell me, the f.u.c.k did you do? He’s even polite now. Do I hit him a couple more times and he will start one of those bullshit religions? Alright, let’s head in.” Oscar was amused as he led his group back.


    Everyone who doesn’t know the story are confused in what just happened and then they started talking when Oscar walked inside never bothered on checking him.


    “H-hey. Who’s that guy?”


    “Long story.”


    “They’re not helping him?” <hr>


    “You won’t understand now, there’s no subtitles. I’ll tell youter.”


    “Okay…”


    “Who’s he?”


    “We should dress the wounds he sustained at least.”


    “And who would do that?”


    “I could.”


    “Trust me you wouldn’t want to do that.”


    “Why?”


    “You need to move our boss over first and I doubt he’ll let you do it. Even Oscar doesn’t care.”


    “He better go to the camps to get some medical attention at least…”


    “That’s the best bet he’s got.”


    “Agree.”


    “It’s a waste of resources to help that asshole.”


    I looked at the group watching the events unfold and I thought to myself for a while.


    “Here’s what I’ll give you since I’ll be taking your gun. Tell me what you wanted to tell them or something and I’ll ry it to them. You won’t get anywhere if you start to y the victim and y on the feelings of the people inside who doesn’t know you. Our bridge has already burned several years ago and I don’t care what happens to you.” I said. <hr>


    His left eye is bruised and he can’t open it after the rain of punches. He struggled on getting up and he picked up a few cans of food that fell off from his bag and a single bottled water. He took a small nce at me first before picking up his machete and I let him pick it up.


    “J-just tell them…” his voice is really quiet and I’m the only one who could hear it.


    I’m just listening to every word he said. On thest part on what he said, the look I’m giving him changed. My head tilted slightly as I listened more intently from his cracked lips. After I took everything in, I grabbed his hand and then I realigned the finger that I dislocated earlier by popping it back in. I handed him the gun that I took and gave him a few rounds and everyone grew confused once more.


    “Go to the camps or somewhere safe. It will be hell theing days and I will thank you for the info but that’s not enough for me to let you stay here. Trade-in what you have and survive. We’ll talk someday but now I’m still inclined on breaking all of your bones. Have a breather or something before you leave and have this for backup.” I said as I handed him my pocket knife and a piece of cloth.


    He epted it but he still has this mixed expression stered across his face. He pocketed the knife and he wiped his face off with the cloth I gave him. He stared at me for a few seconds and then he turned around and started on slowly walking away.


    I then turned around to the people behind me and they are all looking at me. Lois and Jared are covered in dirt since they dove down on the ground and I looked at them. Kaley on the other hand is patiently waiting for the words that I’m about to speak.


    “Jared go to Oscar and tell him to have a couple of machine-guns mounted on my old house and in this tform that we have. ce some of them at our catwalk too and tell him that it’s a go on Project Nuggets.” I said.


    Jared’s eyes widened then he pulled Lois with him and then they went to look for Oscar. A few moments pass and I could hear a celebratory yelling from thepound.


    “That person who came here before is my cousin. Let’s just say that he belongs in a circle of people that deals with illegal substances and he attempted to influence a few of our family members. We made something more than an intervention before and all we got is the middle finger. Something happened at the ce he was staying at and-” I was cut off.


    “What happened to the ce he was staying at?” Russel asked.


    “It’s gone now.” I replied.


    “W-wait, the ce we came in before?” Kaley asked.


    “He said that several people in bikes and a truck came in at the time when they wereing back from a run. A group of people attacked their ce and the people he’s with decided to took off on their own but he waited for the people inside their ce to leave. He just came inside with several bodies with severed heads and he discovered the headless body of his mother just outside the gate. He immediately looked for his sister but she’s not among the dead inside along with a few others. I think you know where this goes, right?” I said as I looked at her.


    “B-but his mother just died, aren’t we gonna at least let him in for the meantime?” someone from the crowd said. It was Esther.


    “Your mother dying doesn’t make you a good person. You’re good if you’re good, not when a family member close to you dies. That doesn’t excuse what he did to us and I’m sure as hell I won’t let him stay at this ce just because of that reason. Several mothers would just die if that’s what it takes. I hate it when someone dies or when someone close to a person dies and suddenly their past actions seems to get forgotten easily.” I replied as she nodded solemnly.