Dying Blood

Chapter 10 - Survivor, Genetics, and Trauma

Third person pov

  A month later, Kevin woke up, alive and well, only to see that he was still at the abandoned convenience store. In front of him were Juan and Maria, who got rescued a few days ago and were worried that their older brother would not survive. He then felt the bandages in his heart and the blood flowing from a bag mounter on an IV pole. He then looked at Juan and Maria.

  "Juan? Maria?" Kevin said towards them.

Upon hearing their brother speaking, they were surprised with a bit of shock, and quickly gave him a hug.

  "Big brother!" they said to him with tears of joy. "You're alive!"
  "What happened to me?" Kevin asked them a question.

Discharging from hugging, Juan and Maria, almost like twins, then responded back, "Um, It's a long story. But someone had saved us."

  "Saved you?" replied back Kevin while raising an eyebrow for a couple of seconds. "Who?"
Shrugging to answer no, Juan answered back, "We don't know. But we did got saved by a figure in black clothes."

  "I see then."

Kevin then looked around the room lightened only with a lonely lightbulb flickering repeatedly.

He then thought in his mind, "Who saved me?'"

  Meanwhile, a figure in black was outside in the streets scavenging for weapons and other equipment for Kevin, knowing that Kevin can fight despite his fear of violence. Who was that figure? But more importantly, who saved Kevin? Whoever might be must be a hero to him.

                         Kevin's pov

  Meanwhile back at the abandoned convenience, store, I became depressed, sitting on the mattress while knowing that it was a real zombie apocalypse. I felt that what he had been believing in was a lie.

  "I can't believe it," I uttered in a low voice.

And then, I began to disassociate into my own world, known as Matsu. I then became and act as Kako, a shinobi living in my own world known as Matsu. I then felt that everywhere was an apartment and the mattress I was sitting on was a futon.

  "Am I back?" I, as Kako, asked myself. I then got up, but my movement was limited by the IV pole, so I didn't go any further. It was one of the ways I made to escape reality, a harsh reality. This was caused by both genetics and trauma. My grandfather also suffered from trauma of the world, but my mother and uncles had somehow managed to bypass this genetic flaw.

  Juan and Maria are watching an offline video on Youtube in their shared smartphone when they noticed me, their older brother, disassociating and hallucinating around. In quick response to this, they put aside their watching and quickly restrained me from going around further, reminding me that I was still in the state of being under blood transfusion. I, now going back to sitting on the mattress, then snapped back to reality. I then sighed a bit deep and wiped my sweat, apologizing to Juan and Maria for getting up.

  "It's okay, big brother," Maria said to Kevin in concern. "We were worried that you might topple the IV pole."

  "Oh, I see. Sorry."

And then, suddenly, the figure in black was back, holding some weapons and equipment, surprising all of them.