Chapter 17

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June 12th, 2020

Zeek swore that he's going to give Mark the silent treatment for a year or more after this- and probably the Chen twins, he can see them helping Mark with this.

They had somehow talked and managed to get him some leave time and had forced him to go despite his many, many protests. This is how he found himself in front of the door of his new home in the MONARCH issued apartment complex in Pensacola, Florida, a large duffle bag hanging off one shoulder and a backpack on his back. He stared at the door before letting out a grumble, inserting his key, turning it and opening the door and stepped inside, taking in everything.

It was decently sized with the kitchen being the first room he walked into. Really, it looked like any other apartment that he had seen before and it was fully furnished. He trudged into the bedroom and set the bag and pack down on the bed before walking back out, rubbing the back of his head. Even now, he didn't know what exactly to do, he was so lost. He wanted to work, to keep his mind occupied but he can't exactly do that. The only thing he can do is to keep up with his theories about Godzilla's species.

He ran a hand through his hair before beginning to put his clothes away in his dresser and closet as well as filling some books he had brought on top of his dresser along with his notebooks.

He went about putting everything else away and found himself in his living room, glancing around before looking at the wall-mounted TV. It had been quite a few years when he had been just a normal citizen and it would be hard to transition back- unless he applied for a job when a position opened in the MONARCH offices stationed in Pensacola.

He slipped out his phone, went into his contacts and pressed Mark's name before sending him a text, saying that he had just gotten to the apartment before slipping his phone back into his pocket and headed out of the apartment, deciding to walk around and getting familiar with the area around his apartment building.

He let his feet carry him as he took in all the sights and the beach, listening to the laughter of kids and the countless voices that surrounded him.

He eventually found himself at a two-story bar, ordering the least alcoholic drink and stepping onto the balcony, leaning against the railing and sipping his drink, staring out at the waves that were rolling onto the beach. He looked down at the boardwalk, watching as people walked to and fro their destinations as he took another sip of his drink.

His attention was suddenly caught and he looked more towards the left, to watch whoever it was walking down the boardwalk.

The man was a little bit taller than he was, black hair short with the bangs all of towards the left. He was wearing all black from the looks of it, a black pair of pants and a black t-shirt. As the man got closer, he could see two earrings in his left ear and a small amount of facial hair on his upper lip and chin.

Zeek swore that he had seen this man somewhere before, in some picture or something a few years ago, he just couldn't put his finger on it.

Then, he noticed dark eyes flickering up towards him and he quickly snapped his head up to look at the water once more, trying to make it seem like he wasn't staring at the man and got lost in thought, trying to figure out who he was. He pushed the heat threatening to pool in his face down from embarrassment and simply sipped at his drink again, forcing himself to not look down at the man, even when the other had fully passed below him and was walking off.

Zeek gave his head a good shake, trying to get his questions out of his mind. The chances of seeing that man again are slim, so he shouldn't linger on why he looked familiar...among other things.

He drained his drink, waited a few minutes before he headed off after returning the glass to the bartender and headed straight to his apartment building.

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