Once Bitten

How it Began (16)

The place Sun Wukong was staying at was pretty underwhelming, in all honestly. MK hadn't been sure what he was expecting but the only mostly clean and pretty cluttered room that was once someone's garage wasn't it. He didn't even have a bed, and instead, there was a hammock poorly made in the corner, looking like it could fall at any moment. 

"Uh, how long did you say you've been staying here for?" MK asked as his eyes glanced around the room, noticing a toaster and a microwave plugged in that looked like they didn't belong in there. Hopefully, no more than a day, which would explain why it was so chaotic. 

"Eh, pretty much since this whole thing started, really. I was just gonna stay here for a while until I got bored." It was a bit strange to MK that someone could actually be bored during a zombie apocalypse. 

"But it's cool, right?" He asked, a proud look on his face that told MK he already thought the answer would be yes and MK looked around again, finding a lot of empty crisp packets scattered around the place. Pigsy would have a heart attack if he saw this place. 

"Yeah, I guess so." 

"And it's got a skylight so I can use this ladder to get onto the roof!" The cop told him with a grin, his hands on his hips, and when although MK had wondered originally why he didn't stay in an actual house (it's not like anyone else was going to be using it) he thought he understood now. 

This room had no windows. The only way in was through the garage door that was made of steel and through the window on the roof that no zombie could climb up to. It was perfect for escape and pretty safe.

If you made enough noise in a house, something unwanted could break in through the downstairs window. 

"That is pretty cool.  There's no oven in here though, how do you cook food?" He asked, curious but pretty sure the answer was going to be something that would give Pigsy a stroke, and sure enough- 

"Eh, why bother cooking? It's just a waste of time. Besides, chips are way tastier." Oh yeah, Pigsy would definitely cry at hearing this. Maybe a week ago MK would have agreed with him but after looking after... after Bai He, MK had learned to enjoy cooking. 

Although he was sure that if he tried cooking something now he'd just start crying.

She had loved being able to cook with him...

"Now get over, kid. Let's check on those scratches of yours." Sun Wukong spoke and MK quickly snapped his gaze up, rushing over to sit at the stool the older was standing near and brushing aside his thoughts. 

"So um- how long did you have to be undercover for?" MK asked, curiosity bubbling away inside him as Sun Wukong started cleaning his wounds and then slapping plasters on the smaller ones, using two or three for the bigger ones. MK swung his other leg back and forth impatiently while he did so. 

"Undercover for what?" Wukong asked and MK blinked because he'd thought it was pretty obvious. 

"For when you infiltrated the brotherhood of course! What was it like? I bet being in a gang was really hard. I've never met anyone that was in a gang before but I know someone whose Dad was in a gang, oh! And I met someone that uses the Six-eared Macaque's name the other day! He was the only one that didn't get caught with the rest, you know, but I heard you tried to shoot at him when he fled." MK rambled and then, realizing he was info-dumping to someone who absolutely knew more about it than MK did, he flushed bright red, embarrassment flooding him.

"Wait, wait, wait, you met someone called Macaque?" MK looked back from where his gaze had been wandering around the room while he was talking to look back at Sun Wukong again, finding the older staring at him weirdly.