Project 09

Chapter 5 Part 2: Two Souls

< Never Forget Who You Are >        

| Robin

A hooded man stalked through the dark and shady afternoon. The clouds hovered below the Sun, covering the old ruined streets. He walked silently beside the old jagged wall. His head bowed stubbornly but his eyes were looking straight ahead. His sight tightly locked on to the young man walking in the distance.

The man’s hands were dug straight deep inside his pockets as he moves closer and closer to the lad. He didn’t take his eyes off his target, observing him from head to toe. The young man was wearing a brown fit leather jacket, his movements tells the man that he has something valuable lying inside his pockets.

The man was desperate. He has not eaten for days. His eyes reflect the burden and stress. He has nothing to lose. Once he got fairly near to the young man, he took off his rusted old knife and pointed the weapon at the boy’s back.

“Give me all your ration cards!” The man demanded desperately.

The boy turned around slowly to face the assailant. The hooded man saw the lad eye to eye. His face bore a few scars and bruises. The man’s memory suddenly circled as he sees the boy’s distinct face, recalling as if he have seen him before. Preoccupied by his thoughts, the lad suddenly whipped his arms in a flash and held his hands holding the knife in a crushing grip. The young man slammed him against the rough cobblestone walls. The boy’s arm pressing on to his neck and his hand tightly immobilized the hand with knife.

The man was thrown into the ground, dropping his knife down beside him. He immediately extended his left hand to retrieve his weapon, but before he did, his hand was slammed by the lad’s foot and took it from him. He was pinned down to the ground with his own knife touching his throat. He looked at the kid above him and suddenly in a blink, his eyes widen.

“H-hey – Is th-that you, kid?! Jesus Crist.” He remembered who this young man was. He saved the boy’s sister and mother from the outbreak that have occurred 5 years ago. Leading them to the Evacuation Area.

The boy took a good look at the hooded man. His expression changed and he suddenly loosened his grip, the boy also recognized the man and what he did. He took the knife away from him and lets the man go.

The young man looked away “I don’t have any ration cards. Get the fuck away from me” Tossing the rusty knife on the side as he walked away. Leaving the hooded man lying on the ground, regretting what he has done.

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The boy kept moving into the dark alley ahead. The walls were full of posters of missing people and graffiti. Trash and torn newspaper swarmed the walkway that flies around in every direction as the breeze shifts. He walked faster as he barely sees the Sun setting down behind the giant walls of clouds. The wind grows colder and colder, especially at night as winter is only a few weeks away.

He entered an old white apartment. The color white has been corroded with dust, paint, black carbon from smokes and stains of blood. He opened a giant rusty gate that screeches every time it moves. Inside were people in a fairly large group, living inside the old apartment. Though the 3rd floor and above were locked and off limits for them, preferring to stay away from it as possible. There were people camping inside near the wide hallways of the ground floor, tents can be seen in the far distance and mats, newspaper and cartons were laid down for their bedding. The have little but sufficient protection inside the apartment, making their numbers as advantage from raiders or any infected. They thrive as a small community but most of them are sick and hungry.