(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)
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The bright orange glow of the sun slowly fade into the horizon but by the time only a little is seeable we made it halfway to my outpost, exhausted and in pain I directed us in a random two story house.
"Search the house please, bring me everything you find." He gives a nod after I told him when we step into the house and made my way into the living room, immediately falling onto the couch when seeing it which causes me to whimper at the sharp pain that stabbed at me. After the pain passed I wipe my forehead to see sweat had covered my skin which is either from moving for too long or an infection is setting up in my leg, I pray to anyone that's listening that it isn't infection. Carefully I remove my bag and take out the painreliefers again which I popped two dry before Draken shuffles into the room with his arms full of stuff and dropping them into my lap. Clean washrags, useable clothes, pills, and few other things are placed into my bag.
"Can you keep the others from coming in while I'm asleep?" I asked after fixing my bed on the couch with the pillow and blanket Draken had bring to me, he nods at my request which I give him a smile before carefully laying down.
The next morning I'm rudely awaken by nausea of an empty stomach since I have forgotten to eat yesterday, I lay there with my eyes closed until the nausea passed along with the lingering sleep to see a coffee table has been moved in front of the couch with a bottle of water and cans of food sitting on top along with a chair on the other side where Draken is looking through a magazine with a motorcycle on the front. Confusion fills me when I accidentally move my injured leg slightly only to feel some pain but not like it was yesterday but I push it out of my mind as nothing.
"You like motorcycles?" He looks up at hearing my voice and gives a nod.
"Once we're at my base I'll try to find you one to mess around with." His lips pull up into a smile as he nods happily also causing me to smile back, after taking out my can opener and a spoon from my bags pocket I cut open a can of pork n beans before eating.
"Help me up, please." I hold my hands out once I'm finished with my small breakfast which he stands up and help me stand on my good leg, he strap my bag onto his shoulders before leading the way out. The early morning sun shine it's rays onto the earth allowing me to see which street we had end up on last night.
"We're half way to the outpost." I glance at Draken before we start shuffling down the street, dread claws at me when seeing the stairs once we finally approach the apartment building after some time has passed into the evening.
"My outpost is on the third floor and the elevators aren't working so I don't know how I'm going to get up the stairs." I outted my concern to the tall zombie by my side when we stop at the bottom of the large staircase and at the sudden action of Draken hooking his elbow joints under my arms almost caused me to drop both of the crutches but I quickly tighten my grip on them, my jaw drop at the surprising strength he shows as he carefully drags me up the stairs. I would have given him the key to the apartment but his fingers are too stiff to get a proper hold on them to even put the key into the hole and turn it so I had to drop the crutches on the floor to dig the key out of my front pocket. He drags me into the apartment and help me lean against the wall next to the door so he can return the crutches to me and shut the door while I move into the apartment.
"First off, you need a bath and new clothes. I don't want you to smell like a two year old corpse if you're going to stay around, you may not smell it but I can and we're in luck that this apartment has running water." I look through the pile of clothes I had salvaged so far and had thrown into a basket, luckily I had thought of grabbing large clothes that should fit him along with a pair of skin tight leather gloves. He move his lips into words but he still can't get his voice to work the way he wanted it to when he tries to thank me but I understand what he's trying to say.
"No reason to thank me but I should be thanking you instead for not eating me and helping me get back here." I hand him the clothes with a smile as I gesture to the bathroom which he take as a go ahead and shut the door behind him, I sit myself onto the couch get comfortable before hearing the shower turned on and now I have nothing to entertain myself except random magazines the previous owner had laying around.
"H....hel...help....meeee." Draken growled out after he shuffles out of the bathroom in his new clothes and stand a few feet away from me causing my eyes snap up at him from the book I was reading in shock of hearing him speak, he gesture to his hair that's now out of his ponytail with the hand that holds a brush and his hair tie.
"You want me to fix your hair?" I asked to make sure that's what he wanted me to do which he nods and heavily dropped to the floor in front of me after handing me the two things he's holding, shifting my position I began to gently brush his slightly wet hair before putting it into the ponytail he had before. Since he's joints are stiff he had to crawl over to a wall and slid up it to stand again while I stand on the crutches to lead him over to the apartment nextdoor.
"You can have this apartment to yourself, do what ever you want with it." I hand him the apartment key and watch him enter before returning to my own apartment and crash back on the couch as the thoughts I had push to the back of my mind returns.
'Whats happening?!? What has changed?!? Is the virus finally fading or has it evolved? He said I smell like them so am I infected? If so, how? I made sure that I was extremely careful not to get bite or scratch, now it seems it was useless in the end but why haven't I changed like everyone else? WHAT MAKES ME DIFFERENT! HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN INFECTED!'
My mind spirals as unshed tears fill my eyes as hot rage flow through my veins and my grip on couch cushion tightens to the point of ripping, the undead that has gather outside the apartment building along with the one nextdoor becomes more restless then before at the hot feeling that zaps through them. Unknowingly my eyes flickered to a neon green as my emotions become unstable but before anything bad can happen I lose consciousness.
