• Chapter 1: A new awakening : Part 2

    The town was a vast place. Red bricked buildings sore to the sky. The main road was wide and cinnamon stoned. Apartments formed tight ally ways and regular houses were rarely seen. It was as if they didn’t have any. The sky was thick with dark grey clouds. Smoke coming from chimneys and factories surrounded the rusty brown tiled roofs. All the windows in every building was either barred or covered in black material. Even though the town was big, it wasn’t crowded. The streets were barren. Only few roams, but they aren’t humans, just other living dead.
    LR234 starts to walk. In less than ten seconds, a little eight year old boy accidentally bumps into him from the side. He looks down at the boy who quickly runs away as he realized that he ran into a living dead.
    The boy twists and turns around corners and then enters a dark, damp ally. LR234 starts to follow him at a calm pace. He doesn’t even bother with stealth.
    After minutes of being inside the ally maze, he turns left into a dead end. But he sees the boy forty feet above the ground. He’s holding a rope and climbing up into a window. There’s a girl inside, helping him up.
    “Hurry!” the girl says. “Before—” she gasps as she saw LR234. The rope slips through her fingers. She realizes what she did—too late.
    The boy was plummeting to his doom, screaming, flailing his arms and legs. LR234 crouched on all four, low, eyed the boy, and launched himself so fast that he vanished in an instant. He grabbed the boy’s wrist in the air as he dug his foot and left hand into the brick wall to keep him up. The boy barely left the window pane because of LR234’s speed.
    “S-stop it! Give me him!” the girl shrieked, holding a steel baseball bat.
    The boy was groaning in pain at the pressure in his wrist. He starts clawing at LR234’s hand. “Let me go, you murderer!”
    But his words don’t mean a thing to him. LR234 can hear what the boy says but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t feel to anything. It was impossible for a living dead to understand things at all.
    The boy’s wrist turns to a shade of purple. He’s screaming, hard, and then goes limp. Panic and desperation strikes the girl. She raises the bat then whacks the side of LR234’s head. He doesn’t flinch, nor does he feel the physical blow. His gazes up. The girl gets a good look of his eyes. Dull, lifeless, blank, and somehow sad. It was impossible, she knows that, but somehow she feels sort of sorry for him. But just for a split second. Now she’s glaring at him, eyes fuming with anger. “Bring him in here now” she says through grit teeth.
    LR234 heard that order. His natural instinct was to listen and obey. He threw back his left leg as far as it was willing to go then lunged forward and kicked the wall. Dust exploded. The rusty bricks crumbling to the ground, some rests inside the apartment room. The hole he made was big, three times larger than the window. He ducked slightly as he went in, dragging the boy along.
    “You cretin!” the girl shouts as she pounces on him, knocking him to the ground. “Don’t hurt my brother, get out of here! Leave us alone!” she starts crying, her tears drop onto his cheeks. It made it look like he was crying too. “Wasn’t our parents enough? Or does your blood thirst not quench?” her nails dug into his neck. No blood came out. “Feel the pain we get…” she digs deeper so that half of her finger was inside. Her sobs come harder. “Why…why can’t you feel it? Why?!”
    LR234 doesn’t respond. He’s just staring motionlessly at her. He can’t understand emotions or feel anything physical and internal. Not even his own flesh. The boy, still in his clutches, stirs. It catches the girl’s attention. She releases her fingers, which has no blood on them, and dives for her little brother, her hands gently tracing his features.
    “Nil...Nil!” she mutters, wiping the tears in her eyes. She stares at his misshapen wrist—broken. He won’t be able to use that hand anymore. Her eyes fix on LR234’s hand. He hadn’t let go yet. In fact, his grip tightened. “Stop it!” she screams.
    LR234 gets up and raises the boy, Nil, off his feet. He won’t listen to what the girl says anymore.
    “Stop it!” she says again, more fearful.
    “Humans” he talks for the first time. His voice was frigid, toneless. “Humans”

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