Otaku rebirth in Apocalypse era (BL) (complete)

8. Time to Infiltrate

A knock on the door wakes him up. Tristan takes a peek. A soldier is standing in front of the door.

Tristan opens it.

The soldier asks, "Excuse me. We are relocating refugees. We hope you would get along with your new neighbor."

The neighbor is smiling brightly to him. Tristan glares to Axell. Having this guy as a neighbor.

Absolutely not!

Tristan protests, "I object! Please tell the general to relocate him. Faraway from me."

Axell acts as if he is heartbroken.

He teases, "Cupid, you already gave me a love arrow. How could you turn your back so easily?"

Tristan snatches away the arrow from his hand. He couldn't make new arrows. Each one of them counts.

Axell says, "If you let me stay, I'll make a lot of new arrows for you."

The soldier looks confused. It was the lieutenant's idea to take him here. He looks at him asking for help.

Axell says, "What do you say? It's better to have me than a bunch of rogues. At least you know me. I could get more arrows for you too."

"Deal. As long you are the living target for practice."

He is right. It's better to accept the devil you know. Than a total stranger.

Axell taps on the soldier.

He says, "We are good. Please go on."

"Yes, Sir."

The soldier is going to make a military salute but Axell catches his hand and forces a handshake. He doesn't want Tristan to know his military rank.

His left eye is still black like panda. The bruise on his jaws. Axell looks pathetic right now.

Tristan pities him a little. He closes the door when Axell smiles to him.

Axell returns to the apartment next to Tristan. He looks around. It is barely furnished. A futon and a small coffee table. Three carton boxes to use as temporary cabinet.

There are piles of metal items in a corner of the room. He still couldn't control his power very well. Sometimes his body would attract metal items. He is like a walking giant magnet.

He sits down and waves his hand. A bunch of metal cans fly into his hands. He concentrates and flattens them. He tries to make them into iron plate.

Axell falls back to his futon, panting. He is exhausted. The whole process is too tiresome.

He falls asleep out of fatigue.

Few hours have passed when he finally wakes up again. His stomach is rumbling. Hungry.

There is another black out. No electricity.

Moonlight pierces through the curtainless windows. He grabs a pack of compressed biscuits and eats it. Few bottles of water and some packs of biscuits. His daily rations from the army.

Suddenly he remembers Tristan next door. He wonders if he has eaten yet.

It's late at night. There is no clock. His handphone is dead. Out of battery. He has no charger for it.

In Apocalypse world, a handphone is practically useless. You can't call or text anymore. It's still useable to throw at a zombie like a brick. Especially if you got the unbreakable Nokia old version.

Axell opens the door and leaves his apartment. He is going to knock when he pauses. He looks downward to the gap beneath the door. There is light coming out from it.