《Insatiable Hunger》


 Watch What You Wish For

    Head pounding I stare at my computer screen trying to find something to do. I could find another book to read now that i''ve finished with my last one, but I¡¯m not in the mood. Right now I feel like nothing could entertain me, I want to jump into another world but my head hurts to much to read, my brows are furrowed for no reason increasing the pain but I can''t seem to let them rest. I look out my window to see the pitch black sky and powerful rain, the only reason in which im able to see caused by the rapidly striking lightning all around the city.


    I live in New York city and we usually don¡¯t see storms like this. I vaguely remember that large cities create their own unique environment because the skyscrapers block out most harsh storms. However tonight it seems nothing is in the way of the sky¡¯s wrath, repeatedly the sky is lit up by lightning letting me see the greenish storm clouds. I feel bad for the poor homeless assholes out on the street tonight, in fact I was just talking to one the other day, he said his name was Lee Jones. Asked for a small meal which I obliged, no reason not to, and then he went on to rant about some dick that was fucking with him the day before last.


    ¡°Some people man, I just can¡¯t understand. What kind of an individual would be driven to make me feel shame, what does it do for him? Does he get some kind of sick pleasure from it! Man people these days¡­..I¡¯m not ashamed! I¡¯ve been put into this spot by the workings of society! I have tried to get help from 7 different organizations! But you know what!?! Everyone of them turned me down man¡­.¡± Lee Jones exclaimed.


    He was having a bad day, I wish I could tell him he¡¯s been a source of happiness for me the past 24 hours. I keep thinking of that dude now and get slightly worried, he said he was turned down and so he wasn''t going to try and get in touch with any other organizations. Does that mean he¡¯s out there alone right now?


    I don¡¯t know, but I¡¯m glad I¡¯m where i''m at right now, high up in some lavish apartment building with the free time to be bored. Which brings be back to my current reality of trying to figure out wtf to do with my life.


    I look back to my computer screen and see the compilation of mesmerizing digital art I was looking at, wishing I could travel to all those different worlds, you know what I¡¯m talking about. Dark fantasy worlds with the grime of crime in every corner, bright magical green worlds with roaming animals to dwarf the dinosaurs, or the more abstract of intergalactic politics. I just wish that I knew there was something after this life, it would drive me to live, to experience the life I avoid now.


    That¡¯s wrong, as I look into it deeper, it¡¯s the need for change, I need something to happen, some kind of event to bring perspective into my life, and more than that. I need entertainment, I want to see myself being pushed again. To get rid of this comfort/noncomfort zone crap. I want to be to busy to think about how I¡¯m feeling in that regard.


    Finishing my thoughts I rebound from my raised position and slouch back into my computer chair. Looking at the odd white light emitted from the monitor onto the wall, giving off a feeling of surreal detachment from my body. Combined with the stormy night I quite like it. A perfect seen to fall asleep to in this lonely abode of mine.


    *??*??*


    The following day I wake up groggily with a piercing headache just as last night, if not worse. Getting up and stretching followed by a quick chug of water leaves me looking out my back window in awe. Chaos. All I see is chaos, cars slamming into one another, soldiers shooting their own people. I hurriedly retrieved my binoculars to get a better look only to be left even more befuddled. Those presumed people the soldiers are shooting at have no average human conduct. They thrash their limbs in wasted ways for no apparent reason, all the while darting at whatever relatively normal human they spot. The only conclusion available in my mind is that comparing them to some kind of zombie movie type creature, but these are just not the same. They move in ways that aren''t just to get food, it''s like they take pleasure in their creepy movements, the way they change their expressions and lick themselves, what. The. fuck.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.


    I am so completely fucking screwed¡­...I¡¯m in a fucking high towering apartment surrounded by an infection of FUCKING ZOMBIES, all the while without any long range weaponry and not a chance of being rescued. I can¡¯t come to any complete conclusions however, like I said i''m only able to see a small area, there could be soldiers holding their own at the very least¡­..I hope so, because right now those things are fucking destroying the soldiers. The zombies are in hordes and the soldiers don¡¯t have the firepower to hold them back¡­..and aren''t going to last long.


    I stop staring out my window and try the tv. I¡¯m greeted with a broadcast telling me to stay indoors along with an infection estimate of the common cold that somehow spread across the globe in the past few weeks. Flipping through different channels brings nothing new. I think that for so many people to be infected that the tv is simply broadcasting a message, it must have happened almost instantly. It couldn''t have been the normal way of spread in most movies where the zombies have to bite someone to pass it on, I mean if that was so the military would have been fine, they could just nuke the concentrations of infection if it got really bad.


    This doesn''t make any sense though, how did it spread this fast, it¡¯s been only a single fucking night¡­...unless...that common cold somehow had something to do with it. The majority of people were infected by it, no medicine worked for it and it seemed like no matter where you were you would be vulnerable. It could be possible that it included a delayed later stage that would bring about FUCKING ZOMBIES. Who knows though, and what about people that weren''t changed into zombies. I had the cold for a whole month, the longest I have heard someone had it, I wouldn''t be surprised if I was the first fucking victim. A week went by before it rapidly spread across the globe and I heard about it on the news.


    But why am I not one of those scary fucking horror shows outside, I still have a painful fucking headache but besides that it¡¯s all gone from my system I think, will I turn into one of those things to? What about everyone else? I suppose they''re like me in that they have not entered the later stages of this nightmare.


    *??*??*


    It¡¯s been a few hours now and I just got done gathering water and food supplies together, should last me at most three days. I eat A LOT. No way am I going to starve through this thing, I got a headache already and being hungry on top of it leaves life worthless to me. I¡¯m not fat though, I work out everyday and I go to muay thai and krav maga classes most days of the week. This is the only time I get out really and it makes me feel better being able to let off steam. besides that I order my groceries online a couple days before I run out so I don¡¯t have much saved up. In conclusion...I¡¯m fucked.


    So i¡¯ve decided to check out my neighbors, I know that they are most likely infected but I am going to need food, and it''s better to search for it in these dangerous conditions when fed and strong, waiting would be detrimental to my chances of survival. And so I quickly grab a cold steel bowie knife that I ordered online for some stupid price and proceed towards my door. I wish i had some kind of hazmat suit but I¡¯m already infected so I hope I can¡¯t get more infected right?


    Opening my door slowly I try not to make much noise but I¡¯m met with a horrible fucking stench, quickly covering my nose I look around to find an old infected couple dead out front my door¡­.when did this fucking happen! They just lay here dead 10 feet away from where I slept!?! Crazy world out there I tell ya.


    I guess the late phase of the infection was too much for them and they just died instead, at least they had each other at their time of death, though looking at the placement of their bodies it looks like it was pretty fucking unpleasant.


    Glancing back up and around the hallway I don¡¯t see anyone else, I make a on the spot decision and check the couple¡¯s bodies for an apartment card or keys, on either of which is their apartment number. After finding a set of keys and seeing it not to far from mine I slowly head over there instead of attempting to open one of the places here with the potential of undead, I¡¯m gambling that the old couple lived alone.


    As I thought the place was vacant and besides the tedious trip here everything is good. I have a bunch of food now, the old couple luckily didn¡¯t like frequent food troops I imagine and stocked up for a few weeks in advance. With this ensurance of food I think I will just chill here, they have a computer with some cool old movies and I have food for awhile so yeah¡­.I¡¯ll stay safe right here.

 Hunger

    It¡¯s been a week now and things have quieted down outside at last. For awhile there it was just constant bitching from the mutated zombie things while they searched for human flesh. It¡¯s better now though, the things seem to erode in the sunlight and so they opt to stay indoors by some fucked up instinct I guess, which means there is even more zombies with me in my building but at least the walls absorb the sound for the most part and in general the zombies stopped their screaming.


    My food supply of 3 weeks is gone now though¡­..my appetite has gone even more so into the extremes and it seems each day it¡¯s getting worse, my metabolism has always been a monster but not to this extent, I hope I¡¯m not going to become one of those things soon¡­.that would suck. On a brighter side though during my daily workouts, which whether good or not I¡¯ve been keeping up with, I have noticed that my body is getting stronger, my muscles more corded and my scars have all disappeared which was quite alarming at first but ehh. Also my headache is gone! Great news, great news! At least when I¡¯m not hungry it¡¯s gone¡­. In the morning before eating it¡¯s always there gnawing my fucking mind away until I get something to eat.


    For example right now it¡¯s starting to rear it¡¯s ugly mug near my eyes, spreading to the rest of my head making my arms flex and my hands clench, so fucking hungry. About time for me to explore other rooms I guess, heading to the door with my semi trusted bowie and my week old getup I get ready to open the door until I hear a grunt.


    ¡°RRRR!!!!¡±, unknown noise


    CHRIST! Looking through the eyewhole I see a bunch of those creatures chilling around waiting for my ass to eat. The closest one that I just heard stairs me right in the eye¡­...it slowly approaches the eye hole looking curious¡­.this thing, it¡¯s great blue eyes reflect my own black eyes?! Since when were my eyes black, however before I can ponder the issue deeper the zombie takes action.


    ¡°eeeeEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!¡±, it screams with a huge fucking grin ending it¡¯s alien calling.


    It follows the scream with a great fucking head slam into my door, alerting all of the zombies in the vicinity where their next meal is. I stumble backwards from the door with my bowie knife in hand and my other hand holding the door in place. Once again the zombie slams its head and this time its whole body into the only thing separating me from them, leaving a crack big enough for it to jam its arm inside.


    I quickly step forward and slash its arm over and over again, after about 20 seconds of trying to hit the same spot while it thrashes around I hear the sound of its arm hitting the ground. However just about this time the other zombies have made their way over and are trying to push through this now crowd of zombies to get a chance at sticking their own arm through the crack as if it would instantly grant them a meal, stupid fucking bastards. Looks like they''re not the smartest bunch of undead.


    Using this short break, I quickly get all the heavy furniture I can and shove it against the door, stopping them from getting in. Luckily these things have the strength below that of normal humans, makes sense since their rotting over time. Without any food they will naturally starve to death, and I won¡¯t be too far behind I reckon at this point. I have no more food just water and i''m so fucking hungry. Usually I would be able to survive on water for a little at least but with my new stomach I don¡¯t know if I¡¯ll last.Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.


    Realizing my shitty situation to the fullest leaves me with my last resort that for some fucked up reason my brain thought of¡­...I¡¯m already infected and I¡¯m not getting any worse from being exposed to any of the airborne pathogens so I should be able to eat their flesh and be fine right? HAHAHAHAHAH fuck me.


    *??*??*


    Okay I have retrieved the arm that I cut off and it seems fine, I mean it should be normal flesh right, you can eat people so everything¡¯s good. I found some matches in a cupboard and started to roast the thing. My hunger is unfathomable at this point and so I look hungrily at this piece of meat in front of me, it¡¯s definitely not done cooking but I can¡¯t control my hunger.


    As I bite into the slab of meat I briefly notice a black substance had fallen from the meat while I cooked it, not bothering with thinking it through I continue chomping away¡­...SO FUCKING DELICIOUS!!!! Bite after bite after bite.


    After about 20 seconds the entire thing has been jammed down inside me¡­.ahhhhhHH!!! SO gOOOOD!!! HAHAHAHA! FInally my headache is retreating...but my hunger. It¡¯s still there, I need to eat more¡­.


    I quickly raise my head to the zombies still shuffling around the door, their perfect food, just meat sticks walking around waiting for me to feed my appetite with.


    I dive at the furniture I put in front of the door and quickly clear a small path for me to access the crack in the door, ripping it open farther allows for one of the things to stick half its body in.


    I grab it¡¯s head and twist, resulting in a clean popping sound, coming from, I assume, its spine. The body goes limp and I throw it near my custom made cooking station. After moving the furniture back in place I go to get ready to cook my next meal.


    It¡¯s a pregnant woman, probably around the age of 24, I didn¡¯t notice this when I was grabbing her. But does it even matter? It''s already dead and the thing inside is definitely dead as well.


    I''m too hungry to care right now, it''s dead and I''m alive, who gives a fuck about the moral debate trying to take the stage. At least this way her corpse will serve to keep someone else alive.


    Ignoring my conscious I rip one of the arms off and cook it over the fire. And just like last time it''s delicious and makes me feel full of vigor and boundless strength.


    Strangely the best parts are the ones least cooked, and without even noticing it I am eating the body raw, bite after bite I consume this heaven sent package of pure bliss!!


    An hour goes by and I''m almost all finished up. I closed my eyes when eating it hoping to lessen my disgust consuming the more nasty looking parts such as the internal organs. Why eat them you ask? Because I''m starving and it tastes so so so good! It makes me a little sad thinking how I must have ate the baby somewhere in there. But it was worth it! I feel like I have gained so much in strength.


    But at the peak of my high I collapse, tired and physically drained I black out.

 Testing My Limits

    Groggily raising my head I try and lessen the high pitched hum going off behind my eyes.


    After getting that under control I get up to see what''s going on with the zombies and before I''m able to take a second step I get flung up into the ceiling of the room, smashing my head against the hard surface which only results in it falling away like paper. My body doesn¡¯t stop until I slam against the piping and wiring between floors.


    Stunned I try and get my bearings and think things through clearly. Obviously I caused this situation, but how? I knew my strength was increased but not by such a degree.


    Pulling my head out of the destroyed pipes and wires let''s me fall freely to the ground. I stare at the aftermath in shock.


    Debris surrounds my feet including ceiling and steel! Thinking about how my skull tore through metal piping makes me feel strange. I''m definitely not human anymore, but I''m not one of those zombies, some kind of hybrid I guess.


    The fact I have my mind intact still, makes me happy. I might not be human anymore but at least I''m not of the majority which turned into mindless horror creeps.


    Thinking about how the entire world has gone to shit with no survivors in sight makes me wonder¡­. What is the point of living in all this shit.


    Whenever I watched the walking dead or any other zombie show online I would always question the point of living. Why do they still fight? Is it because they have loved ones to take care of them? I don''t have any of those. Is it because they are afraid of dying? I can''t deny I feel some fear, but to constantly maintain my existence¡­... any sort of lackluster effort would get me killed. What do I have to give me drive to really live, to go on past this point with all my focus?


    Well I''m not sure, but for now I can at least explore my new found powers and see what other delicious meals I can find. And so that''s the plan for now, to explore, I mean that''s not too bad right? The world is dead and there''s nothing stopping me from seeing what''s out there. Maybe I''ll find humans that have hung on to life, who knows.


    Taking a few minutes to get used to my increased strength and I''m up and about. One of the first things I noticed about myself after the first big surprise was my veins popping out. Their huge! And black! I can visibly see a murky black substance racing it''s way through my body. Similar to that of the black liquid that was excreted the first time I cooked that zombie arm. It must have to do with the infection, I guess the more of that I have the stronger I get.


    Concluding my thoughts I walk over to the kitchen. Lifting a 100 pound refrigerator is nothing for me as I toss it at the wall leaving a sizeable opening for me to walk through. This way I can get close to my floors staircase without having to face a horde of zombies in the hallways. Although I''m much stronger, I''m not confident in facing a group of 30 zombies. Although I could kill them off, more would come in even greater numbers, better to just use my current method.


    After forcefully breaking wall after wall and snapping a few necks along the way I finally reach the room closest to the stair case. Before heading forward though, I decide to process the dead bodies I gathered along the way. In order to ensure my survival I''m going to have to become as strong as possible. And so without skipping a beat I grab the hearts of each dead body and chuck them down my gullet. If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    I''ve found that only the heart makes me feel like I consumed something worthwhile. I''m not someone to waste time on unsatisfying food consumption, and having to eat hearts along the way is much more manageable.


    After gobbling down a few of those I approach the door and look through the eyehole. A bunch of zombies have gathered together from all the noise I made. So I guess I need to direct them elsewhere before heading to the stair case.


    Using a metal pan I go a few rooms over and make noise like it''s the new year. Almost immediately I can hear feet shuffling towards me. After a few more minutes I stealthily make my way back to the staircase room and look out the eye hole once more.


    No zombies in sight. Perfect conditions for a young man like myself to hurry along down the stairs.


    Quickly and silently opening the door I disappear down the staircase in seconds. Not looking back I reach the ground floor almost instantly, with my great strength comes great speed. Although, it''s going to take some time to get minute control of my limbs. There were a few times there in which I almost tripped.


    Looking around I see the whole placed filled to the brim with zombies. If I can get through these fuckers then I¡¯ll be able to run freely outside no matter how many zombies there are. With my speed and jumping abilities they shouldn¡¯t pose a problem. In conclusion, nothing to do but kill, might as well test my strength.


    I decide to walk forward slowly to avoid losing control of my strength again. Before the first few zombies that noticed me could call out with that fucked up screech of theirs, I slap their heads apart.


    That¡¯s right APART! Their skulls just pop and crumple away from the rest of the body. It hurts my hand like a bitch though, from what I¡¯ve gathered my body durability is much greater than it was pre transformation. But with the speed of my hand and the damage it¡¯s doing to the freaks around me there is no surprise I¡¯m feeling some pain. Looking down at my hand reassures me though, not a scratch, at the most some bruising. The more zombies I kill the less pain I feel in my hand, maybe some type of adaption from my new state of being?


    Ignoring the technicals, I continue forward popping head after head. At this point pretty much all the zombies have been alerted of my presence. The best course of action at this point is to try and tunnel them in a place so that I only have to face so many at a time.


    Following my plan leads me back to the hallway I came from, this is my best bet because I already know that the only zombies behind me will be the ones all the way at the top of the stairs. Even if they hear my battle I doubt they will be able to quickly get down here in time to make a real difference. Unless of course they jump down but that would just lead to their death so no worries.


    After taking a firm stance and facing the zombies for a few minutes there is starting to be some buildup. There was probably around 200 zombies in total on the ground floor and the majority of those I imagine are currently trying to eat me. With me killing so many, the entrance to the hallway is getting pretty fucking clogged. At this rate I would have to move a bunch of dead bodies to get through and I¡¯d rather not deal with all the blood and rotten flesh.


    Deciding to plow my way through, any zombies in my way get destroyed by a human shaped steam roller. Finally breaking through I see an even greater crowd of zombies coming in from outdoors. I can¡¯t even remember my rational thinking this was a good idea¡­..why didn¡¯t I just escape by jumping over these fucks. Must have been my thirst for a good fight that skewed my vision.


    Without taking a second longer I dive over the zombies, sometimes tripping and falling but overall I tumble forward like a big boulder down a hill. At last, I make it out of the entrance of the building and am touched by sunlight¡­..feels so good! Unlike the droning zombies behind me, I¡¯m not bothered by the sunlight in the least.


    Taking in the fresh air brings about the smell of sewer and dead people¡­.but at least there is a breeze. Moving on¡­.I imagine my best bet is to keep with the plan of jumping over to avoid danger from the hordes that still pose somewhat of a threat in close combat. And in the meantime I can test my limits to the max!


    Sprinting in a straight line I jump with all the strength I can muster, soaring into the sky like a fucking eagle!! I always wanted to fly and this feels close to it¡­...I cut through the wind as I go higher and higher, finally slowing down at about 50 feet, and coming to a complete stop at 60. Then I start my descent, my stomach turns and I feel awful but I can¡¯t stop a wide grin from surfacing on my face. This is amazing! With this power I can do anything!


    Then piercing pain wakes me up from my stupor, it starts in my feet then up my legs leaving splints in both my shins. Eventually the pain touches my spine and I buckle down like an unused puppet once my body fully makes contact with the ground. For a few seconds I open my eyes and notice I created a small crack in the road, then I blackout completely, again.

 Answers Lead to More Questions

    ¡°Do you think he has some weird status effect that¡¯s making his veins black and bulge like that?¡± - unknown female


    ¡°Hmmmmm, no, my heal isn¡¯t working on him but he should be fine, I checked his body and besides his veins looking like that there¡¯s nothing else wrong with him, he is at 100% health¡± - unknown male


    Slowly opening my eyes after hearing people talking around me I am greeted with two humans looking over me, one of them, the female, has short red hair and is kinda chubby¡­.she¡¯s big, almost as tall as me. The other is a small petite male with an indifferent expression. Has short blonde hair and in general just looks like a little boy.


    ¡°Fetch him some water Ciela, he¡¯s waking up¡± - boy


    Ciela goes running off hurriedly listening to the little boy¡¯s commands. Odd watching her large mass listening to this fragile boy. Either way I need to figure out how these two survived.


    ¡°Hi, my name is Jeffrey, Ciela and I found you laying in a bunch of low level zombies so we cleared them out and brought you over to our hideout¡± - Jeffrey


    ¡°Thanks for that kid, wait, what...did you say low level zombies...what do you mean? How did you clear them out?¡± - Axel


    ¡°Ciela is a pretty good melee fighter, and when I say low level¡­.could you possibly not know about the game system? In the beginning there were some people of course, but at this point none of them are alive¡± - Jeffrey


    ¡°Game System?¡± - Axel


    ¡°So I was right, hmmf, you¡¯re lucky to still be alive with that lack of knowledge. Well to put things simply, something has brought hell upon earth and granted us with a gaming system where you can level up and obtain abilities and stats. There is no limit really, you can make yourself smarter, stronger, faster! But the only way to grow stronger is by killing! Most start out on zombies then start battling stronger monsters like the hordes of insects for example.¡± - Jeffrey


    ¡°O-okay, but why did so many people become zombies¡­.and how do I get skills and abilities?¡± - Axel


    ¡°Well first off, say status in your head or out loud, as for the skills and abilities, there¡¯s a few that are on the easier side to acquire, but that¡¯ll come later. For now you should try and familiarize yourself with the game system.¡± - Jeffrey


    ¡°And the infection?¡± - Axel


    ¡°Hmmm, yeah, no one really knows exactly on what basis people were chosen to either become zombies or be granted the game system.¡± - Jeffrey


    ¡°So if you don¡¯t stay human you die and become a zombie?¡± - Axel


    ¡°I haven¡¯t heard of anyone turning into anything but a zombie, but who knows, on the other side of the globe there could be a different path the infection takes you or something.¡± - JeffreyThis novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.


    It seems like this kid is pretty well informed, but even he hasn¡¯t heard about a hybrid like me. I wonder how he¡¯d react if he knew. But from what I¡¯ve gathered I can conclude that I¡¯m not as powerful as I thought¡­..I mean fucking insects and a whole range of monsters are out there? Luckily I was held up in this supposed low level area this entire time.


    My best bet is to empower myself with this game system, it seems like that¡¯s the way this puny weak looking kid was able to survive. He told me to say¡­.status! ¡­¡­¡­.


    ¡°Hey kid, it¡¯s not coming up.¡± - Axel


    ¡°Hmm? Your status? Say it out loud, you might not be concentrating enough to get a response, saying it out loud will definitely work though.¡± - Jeffrey


    Ciela finally gets back with my water, huffing and puffing she hands it to me with her sweaty paw.


    ¡°Thanks¡­.¡± - Axel


    Alright here goes¡­.


    ¡°Status!¡± - Axel


    Nothing¡­..nothing''s happening¡­.it must have to do with the fact I¡¯m a hybrid, but without skills and abilities...fuck. Jeffrey did say that to become stronger you have to kill, for me that will only be more true. I know that I powerup when I eat the zombie¡¯s hearts, but that is slowing down. Maybe my infection will be able to take the energy from stronger monsters to better strengthen me?


    Looking down at my perfectly healed shin gives me hope¡­.yes...with this body that¡¯s so adaptable I can only gamble the infection continues to carry my existence through this hell, it¡¯s different from that which has inflicted the undead, it takes priority on self, or maybe it always has. It could be that the original bodies of the undead couldn¡¯t take the minimum energy requirements and were broken down to sustain the virus.


    Looking up I notice the kid is looking at me with an expression of slight interest, I imagine he wants to know what I found after viewing my status, of course I have nothing to give him.


    ¡°Sooooo Jeffrey? All of this has been quite mentally draining, perhaps we can continue this after I take a power nap?¡± - Axel


    ¡°Of course, that¡¯s fine. Besides it¡¯s best for us to wait until our squad leader, Matt, gets back, so that he can try and help you figure out what¡¯s wrong with your veins. He has a special variant of the observe skill that should be able to identify any problem you may have. He was a speci¡­..¡± - Jeffrey


    I let the kid drone on as I get lost in my own thoughts...¡­..shit. That little dirt rag might be able to tell that I¡¯m not human, well it was nice meeting this kid but I¡¯m going to get out of here. Taking sometime to figure out where I am is the first step.


    Hmm, seems they brought me up into one of the upper floors of a library. Not too high that I can¡¯t just jump out of a window though. And if my body works the way I¡¯m hoping it does, I should be able to resist even greater heights than before I blacked out. Either way, I need to make a choice. What should I do with the two hooligans in front of me.


    It would be weird if I suddenly run away with inhuman strength after demonstrating I don¡¯t know anything regarding the game system. From what the kid has said and his attitude with it all, this world sucks and a lot of people have died. But there is a lot of people left fighting and growing stronger, information exchange is in place and if my suspicion is correct, then this little group of 2 out of 3 should be part of a larger organization.


    In that case I have no choice, although there¡¯s no turning back from here¡­...it¡¯ll be worth it. I mean, a few nights ago I was thinking I had hit a dead end, an absence of life around the globe and nothing left to live for¡­..but now? It might be a different world, but it¡¯s still filled with life! New strange creatures and people with great strength fighting for the right of humans to live on this planet¡­.it¡¯s¡­.beautiful. AND I NEED TO BE A PART OF IT!!!!


    As the kid is still droning on about his big brother being in the military I walk over and give him a little shoulder hug.


    ¡°Hahahaha he sounds like a great guy, and thanks for helping me out man¡± I say as I look him in the eyes and glance over to the silent chub that is Ciela.


    ¡°You too Ciela, come over here, let us make a pact¡­... You two are the first people I¡¯ve met since shit hit the fan¡± I say as I have my left arm on Jeffrey and my right arm on Ciela.


    ¡°I don¡¯t have any strength currently but I know that I will need power in order to live. On top of that I need¡­.to find my sister¡­.You two are the only people I got, I know we just met, and I know she doesn¡¯t have much of a chance¡­.but still, she¡¯s all I have, or had¡­... how about you guys help me out a little while I grow in strength. In exchange I¡¯ll owe you a thousand! So what say you?¡± At first they looked at me oddly but their expression softened, and they, I imagine, were about to lend me a hand¡­..but we both know that won¡¯t happen, we know what needs to be done¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­.their heads pop covering my face in blood, brain, and skull fragments.