(N.) The impossibility of comprehending the universe; the belief that human knowledge can never have ture certainty.
This book will contain multiple stories that involves Tokyo revengers
(Tokyo Revengers Version)
(Don't own Tokyo revengers)
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People running, screaming, yelling, crying, for their lives as the worse nightmare begins. The dead has risen from the grave but that doesn't make them more dangerous then the living and before I know it all signs of the living disappears into the air making me the last to be alive, making something inside me change.
Time passes like nothing happened and I got used to the usual things that go with a zombie apocalypse, like usual I'm out scouting and searching for supplies in houses, stores, and cars when I'm not reading or doing chores around base. Late yesterday I made it to a town and made a apartment room at the edge of it as a outpost since it'll take a while to look through the whole place, around noon the next day I slip through a door of a house and make my way up the stairs to look around the second floor first but I didn't see the pen sitting on a step near the top causing me to fall backwards down the stairs when I stepped on it, a sickening crack snapped through the silence before a scream follows.
"Shit." I yelled as pulses of pain flows through my left leg and lean myself on my elbows before shuffling of heavy feet makes their way to me, I scoot back and sit myself against the wall in fear as my machete has slipped from my hand and had been thrown across the room.
'This is it, this is how I'm going to die because of a fucking pen and stairs.'
I close my eyes ready for what's to come as I hear the feet step into the archway to the living room but didn't move any farther causing me to become confused, I open my eyes only to jerk back. A tall man stands there wearing coveralls with the sleeves tied around his waist as boots covers his feet and a used to be white tank top cover his chest, two strings of black hair hangs in his face while the rest hangs in a ponytail on the back of his head and both sides of his head are shaved to show a tattoo of a dragon on one side. If it weren't for his sickly pale skin tone with visible veins and small pupils I would have mistaken him for a living person, I yelped when I accidentally moved my leg.
"Shit! I think it's broken." I said to myself before slipping my backpack off and open it to find something to make a splint for my leg, finding nothing but bandages. I flinched when the zombie suddenly started moving, disappearing through the living room and into the kitchen before hearing things being opened or thrown. It makes it way back with two long wooden spoons in it's hand causing me to frozen when it drops them on the floor and kicks them to me, I grab them.
"You understand me?" I asked him, looking straight into his eyes and thinking I'm just going crazy now, he grunts with a slow nod making my eyes widen in realization.
"This changes everything." I mumbled to myself before my leg reminds me of it's pain, I open a bottle of painreliefers from my bag and knocked back two.
"Ok, I'm going to need you to hold them on the sides of my leg so I can use the bandages to hold them in place." With no other choice but to trust him I told him what to do which he stiffly drops to the floor and do what I said after handing him the spoons, I wrap the bandage around my leg tightly being careful not to get scratched by his fingers.
"Now I need crutches." I gasped in pain with sweat rolling while the zombie uses the wall to get himself back on his feet before walking out the front door.
"Where are you going?" I called out after him but he didn't listen, I just slump again the wall and the next thing I know I'm being waken by thumping. I rub my eyes to get rib of the sleep, turning to the door when it opens only to sigh in relief when the zombie from before is back dragging crutches behind him and dropping them next to me not really knowing how long I've been asleep.
"Thanks." I adjusted the crutches before using my right leg to slide myself up the wall to stand and quickly put the crutches under my arms.
"Now I need to get my hideout." I mumbled but the zombie heard, making a whining noise like a puppy that doesn't want it's owner to leave home. I lean myself against the wall with a sigh and thinking a bite before spoke.
"I'm going have to trust you." I look straight into his eyes making sure he knows how serious this matter is.
"I'm not going to able to move around town to get things with this leg so I'll send you out instead but first you'll need a mask or muzzle to cover your mouth so I don't have to worry about you going crazy and you'll need gloves on when your around me so you can't scratch me, you understand?" He stiffly nods, grabbing my backpack and opens the door for me. Carefully I make my way through it only to see a horde when I look up making me freeze, fear stabbing my heart and mind.
'I must have attracted them with my screaming. Why haven't I heard them before?'
I glance to the zombie beside me and back to the horde, they're just standing around not doing anything.
'What is happening?! Why aren't they attacking me when they can clearly see me standing here!'
"W-why aren't they attacking?" I asked the zombie next to me, he points to me before gesturing to his nose.
"I nose....I smell...I smell what?" He gesture to his whole being while trying to speck but only grunts and growls comes out making him deflate before gesturing to his being again.
"You? I smell like you?" He points to the horde.
"Them? I smell like them too!? That's why they're not doing anything because they don't see me any different then you." Complex emotions runs through me at the knowledge but I quickly push it back for later.
" I need to get to the hideout." I make my way through the horde in the direction of the hideout with the zombie following behind me.
"So what's your name." I asked after we got through the crowd and making our way down the street, he points to the dragon tattoo.
