the day the world stop pt 1

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It's been an at least few minutes since Jin left he didn't know how much he missed. Going outside to clear his head helped a lot, and that's when he saw what the others were no doubt looking for him at that very moment. The tears had long since stopped flowing, but his eyes were itchy and irritated, and no doubt that they were red and bloodshot. What he saw outside was a man whose aura radiated strength in every possible sense of the word. He was a big guy with jet black hair, orange eyes, and the gaze of a predatory animal.

He was standing next to a cage, in which was a lone zombie. That alone would have been enough to get Jin's attention, but the katana sword that this large man had sheathed at his hip held the boxer's attention even more.  leaned myself against an out of the way tree so that he could observe without having to get close.

"This man's name is Tetsutarou Doi," the big man said. His voice matched the intimidation factor of his appearance. The large crowd of survivors that watched on was silent. "A comrade and friend who has worked with us for more than a quarter of a century! In the middle of a rescue mission, he tried to save one of his men … and was bitten! He sacrificed himself! That's the noblest act a man can perform! However … he is no longer human! He has been reduced to nothing more than a deadly fiend!" The man began to unsheath the blade. "And that is why I now … will show this final act of mercy to our friend!"

The zombie in the cage had been getting more and more agitated as this man's speech went on. One of the many armed guards surrounding the area walked over and opened the cage. The zombie immediately lunged out with surprising speed, only for the intimidating man to swiftly and effectively swing his sword at the undead monster and slice its head clean off. The head tumbled away from the body, and the body went still. The survivors watching gasped in shock, and that shock only seemed to increase once everyone realised that the head was still alive.

"Farewell …" the man said, lifting his leg and bringing his foot down on the zombie's head, crushing it and ending its undead life for good, "… friend." He turned around to face the gathered crowd. "This is our reality now! Even if they were wonderful friends, beloved family, or lovers, we must dispose of them without hesitation! If you want to live, FIGHT!"

The crowd was mostly silent, with the occasional muttering being heard. That little display had certainly made some waves.

Jin knew who that guy was now. He was clearly in charge here. Hell, he had just done something that both displayed his power and shocked some of the people into a fighting attitude. Jin could already see that It could only be Saya's father.

Thinking of Saya brought a scowl to his face. He shouldn't have felt this angry, no matter what she had said, but he couldn't help himself. She knew nothing.

After a while, everyone dispersed. Jin saw Kouta leaving the house, and he didn't look like he was in a good mood. "You and me both, buddy," Jin thought. He didn't go to talk to him, though. He wasn't nearly in the mood for social interaction, even if it was to see what was wrong with somebody. At that moment, all he really wanted to do was stay as far away from the others as possible. After explosion of emotion, Jin just didn't think he'll be able to bring himself to face them.

That whole … that whole outburst made him feel awful just the thought about it. It wasn't the kind of awful you get when you say something you shouldn't to your friend; it was the awful you get when you remember something you really don't want to remember. The whole reason he kept his father's abuse a secret was because he didn't want to remember it, but the way he had blurted it all out in that room had brought all the memories rushing back, and now he felt like just relived the entire thing. Bring the hated feeling he bad back then, so terrified all the time. It made him feel weak, and that brought on an even worse feeling …

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