The Art of Death Vol I

Chapter 36 (Naomi)

(Still Naomi's perspective)

I woke up the next day. It seemed to be early, but wasn't too sure. I didn't get much sleep though, since Oliver was missing. It bothered me all night. I probably only got two or three hours of sleep, total. I wondered where he was. How he was doing. I was worried. I had no idea how to find him. Someone kidnapped him, and I was going to get revenge on them. That was for sure. 

I grabbed food from the supply bag we had, and sat down and ate it. It was all my fault. Why did I freak out on him? I had no control over myself anymore. I am a terrible person... Why did I let this happen. I could've fought back, but it was hard. The person held me down, hard... Like he was going to rape me. I knew after the first few seconds that wasn't the person's intentions. They knocked me out so they could get to Oliver. They got him but not me. That made me wonder. Why did the person let me go? What was his intentions. I was going to find out one way or another. And when I found out their little "hideout", I would take them down. By myself, and save Oliver. I didn't know how much he meant to me until it was too late.. Damn, I wish I realized this earlier.

I got up and took the horse with me. I wouldn't ride him, but more walk aside him. In case I had to get back here faster. If anyone bad ever came around today and possibly the next few days, I would make sure they wouldn't find where I hid. 

I opened the unlocked door, since the Beasts the other day broke it. Locked or unlocked, didn't matter in this world. People were people. Some people I knew weren't evil. Some where. In fact, most were. When I first met Oliver I pointed the gun at the back of his head for a reason. I wasn't sure if he was good or bad. I wasn't going to risk him finding me. So I confronted him in case. If it wasn't for those honest words that came from his mouth, he would've been shot dead. I mean its kill or be killed. I learned that a lot in the last three years I stayed in Las Vegas. I was convinced my dad would come back to me. He didn't. His reasons for not showing up were lies. It was the same place we stayed when we first got there. Not long after he left to find food and water, and other things we needed. He even had a list. Something went wrong with that. He abandoned me. He never wanted to come back, he never planned on it. He was a liar. He didn't want me. He didn't want the bother of raising such a useless daughter. He despised me. My dad seemed to change after my mom died. He was caring, and almost instantly he became emotionless. But that's a story for another time. I wondered what made him up and leave me. I was stupid for thinking he would come back to me. I don't what made him change so drastically. He was a man I looked up too.. A man I once respected. Now that was gone. My only hope was Oliver. My sweet Oliver. I'm coming for you. 

I left the bar with the horse. I looked around and down the street. The Beasts were out. They were slowly making their way down here, and there was no way out. The other end of the side street was a dead end. No entrance. Luckily there were only two of them in sight. They didn't see me yet, so I left the horse behind while I bashed some skulls. I took my bat and swung it deep in the thing's head. It made a suction sound, like it was stuck to the bat. The thing fell down instantly. The other Beast came sprinting in my direction, with it's arms out wide while it hissed and growled at me. I quickly got the bat out of the other Beast's head, and quickly swung it like a real base ball player. I knocked the head straight off as the spikes jammed in the things head. I then bashed the head off the wall, making it crush it's once distinguishable face, into an unrecognizable face. I went back and grabbed the horse, and came out of the alleyway.

Then I realized it: I was lost. I had no idea were to go, or what to do from here. The entire town was just so huge. I had never been here before, and never thought I would be here now, looking for the love of my life hopelessly. I was literally going to look for any clues, anything that may lead me to him and his captors. And once I did, I would bash their fucking faces in.

The horse rode beside me as I went down the streets of Houston, Texas, looking for clues. The entire area was foreign to me, I was lost in confusion. Everything was so.. Different. I felt alone again, not the same alone as Oliver, but the one when my dad abandoned me. I had no place to go. I had no idea who or what I would run into. I wasn't too keen on exploring this place. But I remembered, that back in Las Vegas, when I first got there, it was also a weird and new place to me. The buildings, the way nature took over here versus back in Japan. Back in Japan, we had small governments. At least throughout Tokyo, we split into different groups of people due to disagreements. Some people wanted to only search for food and shelter. Some wanted to a cure. I was part of the first group. I felt like looking for a cure was hopeless. There wasn't a cure. Ironically, my dad didn't want to give up hope. Give up hope on not only a cure, but for humanity. He was in denial. Humanity was done for. We just kept lying to ourselves for a false hope. That maybe, just maybe, there is a magical man in the sky. I didn't believe. I never did since I could walk and talk as a child. Many people these days have given up hope, not just me, luckily. 

I looked down the hollow streets, that once was filled with human life, now filled with merciless subhuman trash known as Beasts. There were many around, wandering aimlessly. I wondered if the Beasts felt.. Well feelings. Did they actually feel pain when we killed them? Did they even care? Did they know what was going on or what they were doing? More importantly, was the person that got infected still in there somewhere? Or was the person dead and the disease took control. I didn't know any of this. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know. It was a scary thought. Once you turned, did you actually die? I never wanted to find this out. Maybe the people just.. Went insane afterwards. Maybe they didn't know right from wrong, or that eating other people was wrong. They were cannibals. But the virus made it impossible for them to know it was wrong, at least that's what it seemed like. I never wanted to get infected, I never wanted to find out for myself if any of this was true. I more believed.. The person that was once there before they turned into a Beast, wasn't there anymore. If they were, they would try controlling it. 

I looked around more to see that the Beasts, haven't even noticed me. It was completely odd. Then, I saw them start running the way I was going. Which was also weird. They had to of picked up on something, somewhere. I didn't want to find out. They all seemed like a hungry pack of wolves, running to their prey. Then I saw someone come out from behind a building. It was a man. Our eyes met. He was being attacked by them. The man had to be in his fifties. Our eyes locked. His eyes showed that hes been through hell and back. The type of person that saw things that shouldn't be seen or told. 

"Please help me!" He screamed in horror at me. That was weird, I saw no type of weapons on this man. He just was completely defenseless. Before I could even respond, the Beasts pounced on him like wild animals. Tearing his clothes off, as he screamed. One of them was literally on top of him, clawing it's way into the poor mans chest. Blood spattered everywhere, then ripping out vital organs. The thing ripped out the guys lungs and threw it to the side, the others joined in and started ripping his limbs off, one of them grabbed a leg, another got an arm. Then one lucky Beast got a head. They all joined in on the feast of this man. They ripped and tore into the torn off limbs and head. I watched in horror as this happened. They really were disgusting and vicious creatures. I wish I didn't watch, but my eyes kept wandering back. I just was frozen in a state of horror. The Beasts, feeling satisfied, left his remains on the ground. The blood from the man was everywhere. It painted the ground, the sidewalk, everything. The man's intestines were strewn across the pavement like a long, bloody piece of string. 

Then I heard an echoing scream. Well, I guess I had to check this one out.