Power Outage (Discontinued)

Part Two

The rescuer asked everyone if their hunger or thirst was fulfilled. Most of them said that theirs wasn't.

"Hey Caucasian, don't start a fight. I'll go grab some supplies." He then ran out of the campsite. I looked at everyone. I saw the caucasian stand up and go grab some half-filled bottles. He then came back to the log and sat on it. He chugged the bottle, and stopped to laugh.

"You know, that asshole has to stop. He can't protect us because he's gonna murder us."

I was miffed. He's reviving a stereotype from hundreds of years ago used by the white supremacists to clear up races that was local to the lands. Murderers do not choose race, they choose anyone. Also, who the fuck still uses the outdated stereotype other than him?

Then, a young woman had the balls to broke the silence and ask him a question. "And why do you think of that, sir?" She looked European, but I can't explain what exactly her race is. He tittered.
"Well, don't all criminals in the greatest nation ever are black?" He exclaimed proudly, which made almost everyone irritated, except for the kid, of course. I have to find a perfect time on approaching him.

An Asian woman was exasperated. Again, I couldn't figure out her exact race. This was the same woman who asked about me when the rescuer brought me to the haven. "America isn't the greatest, it's ruined by jerks like you! And criminals aren't necessarily black, dork!"
"Dork? Hah, you're pretty envious of me, don't you?," privileged one said with pride.
"Envious? You're abusing your power to wreck non-whites, don't you?," the European said.

They had a point. The Caucasian is really old, I can tell, and made no sense, unlike the two women who were against his ideas. The argument worsened and almost everyone began to jump in. It was the perfect time to approach the young kid. I looked at the riot, and I can see the caucasian physically hurting the women with the shattered bottles and his gigantic fists. His voice was raucous. It was messed up, and I wouldn't let a jerk like him continue to live. He should be thankful that one of the races he probably hates the most saved his ass from this pandemic. I realized that I was distracted because of the mess, so I ran to the young kid.

I finally approached him. "Are you okay?"
"Don't touch me," he said with a frightened tone.
"What made you afraid?"
"Everything."
While I tried to calm him down, he pointed at the riot and asked, "Why are they fighting?"

They're still fighting? Why? And why is the rescuer not coming back yet?

"You wouldn't understand. Don't grow up like them, okay?"
"I will," he said.

Poor boy. I tried to figure out why his parents would leave him out in the wild. Did his parents die, or did his parents intentionally leave him behind when the unexplainable happened? I want to surrender him to the authorities, but I don't know what's out there.

The campfire went out. I think someone stepped on it. I wanted to investigate, but I didn't want to leave the kid behind. Who knows what would happen to him when I approached the others. I saw John stepping out, and I called him to ask about it.

"Yeah, it was wild as fuck. That caucasian is fragile and peevish. The two women almost died. The men there, including me, tried to protect the women, and were on board with the women's ideas."
He helped protect the women? I didn't expect that. I thought he stared blankly on the riot. I asked, "You helped protect them?"
"Yeah, do you have any problem with that?" I was surprised even more when he said that on a curious tone.
"Well, I remember that you were indolent."
"Lazy?" He laughed. "I'm always like this."
"When I made coffee, didn't you repeated the fact that someone answers your homework for you?"
I started to get perplexed. He said, "No, I do my homework. Did you forget?"
"I...forgot?" I was addled. When I was about to ask him about it, the rescuer came back with supplies and saw the aftermath of the riot. When I took a glance on the campfire where the riot happened, the two women were lying on the logs, tied up, full of injuries, and were short of breath.

"And I said that there will be no fights, Caucasian." The rescuer untied the women, and made a campfire. He comforted the women. "Are you insane? Who the fuck would tie up women? Unless of you're a pervert, and you clearly are."
"Pervert? These bitches protected your ass because I know that you're gonna kill us. This shit is a trap!"

After the caucasian said that, the young kid hugged me tightly. I couldn't let him witness this violent moment, so I told the kid, "Close your eyes and ears. You can't see this." The kid refused to, but when he took a glance on the caucasian and the rescuer he decided to follow my words. As I had the conversation with the kid, the anger intensified.

"Just because I'm black," the rescuer responded angrily.
"We know that you're gonna murder one of us, wimp." the caucasian replied.
"You're thankful that I saved your ass. We don't know what is out there, and when I saw you, I had no other choice but to save you."
The caucasian mocked the rescuer's words. "I'm better off than here."
The rescuer began to get irritated. "Fine. You should've done that, you racist fuck."
The Caucasian grabbed his items, his bottles, and packed them in a bag furiously. He grabbed his pistol, and tried to shoot the rescuer, but the rescuer dodged his bullet. "See you in hell, dipshits."

He left the campsite. The rescuer distributed supplies to everyone. He returned to the women, and comforted them. When he tried to fix the women, me, John, and a Hispanic man named Leo on what happened.

"Damn, he's deranged. Good thing he left," John said.
"It's great to see him leave, otherwise the group would be in discord." We strongly concurred on what Leo said.