My Fool From the Sky

Chapter One

Griffin opened the fridge and winced at the smell. It was pretty bad, he closed the fridge and started walking towards the cupboard instead. With how long he was living there it was getting harder and harder to find different food. Of course he had gotten used to eating expired food and canned things so he wouldn't get very sick from it, it just wasn't very appetizing. As he reached to open the cupboard he heard a noise, a very loud noise. It had sounded like a crash, but was that possible? There was no one else within the walls and he imagined with how the government was, people wouldn't be allowed to go near them. It was dark and storming out so it could've been just thunder, but it was so loud. He didn't really know what the world had come to outside of the walls, but he didn't really care, he was fine living the way he was. The only thing that was a problem for him was how he was running out of food. He went towards the door. He was curious, how could he not be? He walked towards the door and left the building. He pulled his gun out and carefully walked past a group of zombies. He was pretty good at avoiding them, or killing them, now that he had been there for six years. It had also been raining and zombies tended to avoid water. A little less than half a mile away he saw what made the noise. It was hard to see at first because of the rain and how dark it was but a small plane had crashed. Thankfully there was no fire, it could've been because of the rain. Griffin was curious about the crash so he went closer to the plane. Once he was close enough he noticed two people covered in blood. "Huh." he said bluntly. He was mostly happy they were dead and wouldn't be a problem for him but was still confused on how they crashed in the first place. Was it possible the storm led them off course and got them into an accident? He thought about it for a few moments before shrugging. He turned and started to head back to the house he was at when he heard yelling. He couldn't make out what the person was saying. "There is no way either of those people were alive" he thought to himself. He turned around and noticed someone running towards the plane. "Shit" he thought to himself "It's fine, he won't survive. Just let him be." He turned back to the direction he was walking before. He went into a nearby house in hopes the person wouldn't see him. "Well I might as well look for food in here" He thought to himself and shrugged. Griffin walked into the kitchen and over to a door that seemed to be a closet of some sort. He opened it up "Jackpot." Inside was a whole bunch of canned food. He took the backpack off his back and took out a portable Camping Stove before filling the bag with food. He then sat the bag next to a chair that was still standing. "This is a nice chair, it's interesting that it hasn't been damaged." He said aloud. The apocalypse wasn't as bad as tv made it seem. Yes they were man-eating zombies, and they weren't necessarily slow but they weren't fast either. If you couldn't get away from them they were an easy target to shoot, but it may be that he has had lots of practice by now. Surviving was a piece of cake for him. He set the portable stove on a counter in the kitchen. He opened the cupboards and managed to find a pan that would be able to work. As he set the pan on the stove he heard the door slam shut. He took out his gun and turned around. Zombies couldn't open doors so it had to be that man he saw before. Holding the gun out in front of him he walked into the other room where the door was and saw the man standing against the door. The man screamed as he saw Griffin and Griffin pointed his gun at him. "Ugh, can't die by yourself can you?" He thought to himself. He hadn't liked people too much because of his experiences. The man looked at him up and down for a moment before looking a little more calm. "คุณเป็นคนหรือเปล่า?(Are you human?)" Griffin's gun lowered slightly "Oh great, of course not english. Actually, that is better now I have more reasons to kill him." His gun raised again. Even though he had lived in Chiang Mai for six years because there weren't any other humans, he never learned how to speak Thai. He had learned how to read some basic words though. "If you want me to listen you better speak in English." . "รอสักครู่นะครับ, ฉันมาอย่างสันติภาพ! (Wait a moment, please. I come in peace!)" the man looked panicked again as Griffin looked as though he was gonna pull the Trigger. "Uh.. Name! Name uhhhh..... Sathorn!" "I don't care what your name is." In fact, him telling Griffin his name made it harder for Griffin to shoot him. He didn't want to deal with another human after what he has been through but he also didn't want to feel guilt. After hearing him speak English it was harder to just pretend he was a zombie. Griffin shook his head slightly and tightened his grip on his gun. "Name Sathorn Phongsupan!" The man was really scared, both by the zombies and the very intimidating face Griffin had. The face Sathorn was making was making things worse for Griffin but he decided he had to kill him. He couldn't deal with having to protect another person. Suddenly he put the gun down. "Phongsupan?" he asked. That name.... It was familiar. It was the last name of the only friend he had before the apocalypse broke out. Sathorn nodded very quickly. He thought for a moment, killing him was getting harder and harder. It's not like his old friend would know he was the one who killed his relative. "Who knows if he is even related! He could just have the same last name!" he thought to himself. Sathorn started to look relieved asGriffin put his gun on safety and back in it's holster. He couldn't bring himself to kill him just in case. Despite not being sure if he really was related to his old friend, he didn't want to hurt the only person who cared about him. "Fine, I'll let you live but you do things my way. If you piss me off I'm killing you." Sathorn stayed silent. Griffin wasn't sure what to do as he hadn't seen another human in six years. After a few moments of silence the man spoke "สิ่งนั้นอยู่นอกนั้นคืออะไร? (what are those things outside?)" Griffin rolled his eyes. "Are you dumb, isn't clear I only speak English." Sathorn stared blankly at him for a moment. "Uh.. little... little English." he spoke. "Great, not only do I have to take care of someone else, he also doesn't speak english." he thought aloud. He thought for a moment before shrugging "At least I don't have to talk to you." He was about to turn to go back into the kitchen when Sathorn ran to him and grabbed his shoulder. A flash of his past went through his brain and he froze for a moment before grabbing his arm and twisting him around slightly. Sathorn yelped out in pain and pulled his arm away. "โอ้ย! หยุดหยุด! ทำไมทำแบบนี้วะ?!(Hey! Stop, stop! What was that for?!)" Griffin quickly brought his hands back to his side. "Don't touch me." he said. Sathorn breathed in heavily before speaking loudly "No English!" "You just said you could understand some English and now none? Make up your mind. What do you want?" Both of them were clearly getting frustrated. He turned again and walked back to the kitchen, Sathorn followed him. He looked through the drawers and found a tool to open the jars of food and grabbed out some canned potatoes. Just then Sathorn's stomach growled, Griffin gave him a slight side eye as he turned on his stove. He opened the jar and poured them into the pan, along with water from a bottle he found in the fridge before. "ผมขอหน่อยได้ไหม? (Can I have some?)" Sathorn asked. Griffin didn't say anything as he didn't know what he said. Sathorn sighed and pointed to the pan and then pointed to himself, then repeated his question. "ผมขอหน่อยได้ไหม? (Can I have some?)" Griffin shook his head. "No, it's mine." He pointed to the food and himself. Sathorn's stomach grumbled again. They both stayed silent as the food cooked. Once it was finished cooking Griffin grabbed a plate out of one of the cabinets and turned off the stovetop. After putting the potatoes on the plate he walked over to the chair and sat down. " คุณจริงๆ ไม่แบ่งให้หรือ? (You really aren't gonna share?)" Griffin started to eat using his hands and kept quiet. "ได้แล้ว ก็ผมจะทำเองละ (alright then, I'll do it myself.)" Sathorn grabbed a jar of potatoes from the closet and poured it into the pan. He turned the stove top on and stood there. Griffin ignored him as he ate his potatoes. After a few minutes, he finished eating and walked into the other room to see if there was a room decent enough to stay in for the night. He found a bedroom with the bedframe slightly broken but it was in a decent shape. This house had definitely been one of the families to evacuate before getting attacked. As he was exploring the room a bit, looking through drawers and stuff, it was starting to smell bad. He hurried back to the kitchen to notice the pan smoking and a panicking Sathorn. "ทำไมมันมีควัน?! (Why is it smoking?!)" asked the very worried Sathorn pointing to the pan. He was standing back from it so he wouldn't get hurt as well. Griffin hurried over and turned the stovetop off and added water to it. "Can you do anything right?!" Sathorn stood there hoping it was still editable. Griffin shook the pan slightly to stir the potatoes and water and he turned the stove top back on finishing cooking them for him. He put them on a plate and gave it to him. "Here. Eat it, or don't, just don't wreck my things." Sathorn took the plate happily and then started to look through the drawers and managed to find a fork. Griffin went back into the bedroom, taking his bag with him, and looking around the room again. Despite living in this town for six years he hadn't been in this house before. In fact, he hadn't been in quite a few of them because of how big the city was. He found some cash, not that cash mattered here, under the mattress and put it in his bag. He didn't need the money but he liked to take it so he could think of himself as rich. He also found some cool looking fabric and stuffed that in his bag. Because he had lived here all alone for so long he had taken up a lot of hobbies. He opened the closet in the bedroom to see if there were any clothes that would fit him but it seemed as though this room was for a girl. He didn't mind wearing feminine clothing but with another person here he figured best not to. He did however sneak a cute crop top into his bag to try on later. After searching around the room he zipped up his bag and set it next to the bed. He took the messed up blankets, made the bed, unzipped the smaller pocket on his bag, and took out a toothbrush along with toothpaste. He went back to the kitchen and noticed Sathorn washing the plates with a water bottle. Griffin took the water bottle from him, which was now almost empty. "This is the last one in the fridge, I'm using it to brush my teeth, find another if you want to be so clean." "โอ้ย! ผมใช้อยู่นะ (Hey! I'm using that!)" Griffin took the water bottle with him to the bathroom in the house and used it to brush his teeth. After brushing his teeth he went back to the bedroom and sat on the bed. Sathorn, looking around, came into the bedroom. His nose scrunched up a bit as he looked at the blankets. "ทำไมพวกเขาน่ารังเกียจ? (Why are they so disgusting?)" he pointed to the blankets as he asked. "They are mine, you don't get any. You sleep on the floor." He pointed to the floor as he said so. Sathorn hated the idea of sleeping on the floor but figured it was better than under those disgusting blankets that clearly hadn't been washed in six years. "เขาจะอยู่ได้อย่างไรแบบนี้? (How can he live like this?)" Sathorn thought to himself. Griffin put his toothbrush and toothpaste back in his bag, zipping it up, and then got under the covers on the bed. "ราตรีสวัสดิ์ (Goodnight)" Sathorn said as he got on the floor. Despite Griffin being comfortable he hadn't fallen asleep due to not trusting Sathorn. The whole night he lay awake his thoughts were full of past events.