Unkillable

37 Who am I

Nathan's POV

I was sitting in dinning room, eating bacon and eggs. Yesterdays events shocked everyone so I ponder if someone will step out of their rooms.

There are chances to see Stella or Henry out, but I rarely see them the next day after the test. I was worried about Anthony, he could still have Kevin's body with him. That's not going to be healthy.

Once I finished eating, picked my plate walking to the kitchen that looked like new. I left with no double thoughts to make myself a cup of tea.

Firstly I climbed the stairs to the third floor, knocking on Anthony's door. There wasn't any hope that he'll open it but before I turned around to leave. The door crack open. I twisted back to be eyes to eyes with Anthony. His skin was pale, eyes puffy and red from all the tears, he was leaning on the doorframe. He felt soulless and my senses told me, he cursed this world thousands of times.

"Anthony." I softly whispered. "Let's go down, I'll make you breakfast." He was about to close the door but I stopped him. "You need it." I begged the boy.

"There's no point." The man desperately wanted to shut the exit however I was stronger, pushing the door. I grabbed Anthony's wrist and pulled him out of the room.

"I'm not a warm person Anthony, I myself like to shut everything out. It still didn't change, yet I don't forget that I'm still living human. Look at me." I demanded the man and he glanced up, staring into my eyes. "I'm not effected by dead people. This gives me ideas, I saw my share of death in this world before I lost my memory."

The male started weeping trying to wipe all of the tears with his hand. "I'm not you, Nathan. I can't close my emotions to be strong." He sobbed. I took this as a chance to take the male downstairs into the kitchen. I sat him on one of the chairs. Through all that water running down his cheeks, he wasn't able to see renovated room.

I cooked him a Creamy Chicken Noodle Soup, at the same time I made him chamomile tea. It would calm him down. I was done with food I set the bowl of soup and cup of tea in front of the male. He didn't make a slight move.

"Eat." I said pointing to his food. He took the spoon dipping it into the mixture of chicken and noodles. Hesitating bringing the tool closer to his mouth and putting it in. After the first bite, Anthony wasn't denying the need of a meal. It didn't stop the tears running but at least he was eating.

I saw guilt, fear, anger, frustration and regret in his eyes dancing, trying to overshadown one another. He finished everything pushing the bowl further from him.

"Thanks." Anthony whispered scared to look up, he feared I'd think of him as a monster. But I didn't.

"Anytime." I answered.

24th of June, 2035.

Even if Anthony stayed in his room for most of the day and his body stinked of dead person I said nothing. At least he came down to eat, I told him gently to not forget to shower. The male only nodded his head walking back to the room.

"He looks like a corpse himself even if he's eating." Zane reported making me glare at him.

"I'm supposed to be the one saying this, not you." I respond getting a laugh from him.

"I have never seen you worried about anyone in this house before." He voiced out drinking his distasteful coffee.

"Did you forget that you were closer to the two than me." I reminded.

"I was that's why I'm always there if anything. You can talk him into better than me." Zane pointed out the obvious.

I turned to see the screen and there popped out another file. "It found something." I announced stalking next to the computer. This new information was found on the library computer.