Chapter one: A grim meeting PART 2

The duo finaly finds some rest in the overcrowded train. Meanwhile, on the other side of town, still a whole way from the town itself, on the freeway, a motorcycle can be seen, heading in the same direction. And on the motorcycle, a very troubled person.

The constant repetition of scenery is wearing down on my mind, no matter how far ahead, back or to the sides I look, everything is just the same as 5 minutes ago, even at the speed at which I am driving, which is too far over the limit, nothing changes. I decided to toss away my sunglasses, as they are more of a hindrance then an advantage now. As I toss them ahead, I can hear them crack under the weight of the motorcycle. I reach in the side span for a pack of cigs, and I light one, tossing the empty pack now on the road. A while further, a new view finally comes in view, and it’s just what I needed. I pull over at the gas station, and fill the tank of the motor. I head inside for some supplies and load them in the side span and go back inside for a few packs of cigarettes. As I sit on the counter, staring ahead of me, a melancholy feeling floods my mind and heart, as I reminisce about the past.

I can still feel the burning sensation on my face as my memories drift back to that time, that time, a couple weeks ago. There was an inferno in my house, or at least what used to be my house with my parents still inside. I wasn’t able to do a damn thing for them, I can’t even save them. After the inferno died down, all that remained were ashes. Guilt and sorrow, suffering and pain crept over me, as I delved my hands in the remains of my parents. I have put my hands on my face, crying over the loss of those that never will come back, and then…darkness.

Darkness embraced me for that painful moment, and I am grateful for it, to take me away from the places I dreaded the most. I can’t seem to recall what I dreamed when I woke up, but things had changed. I wanted to cry, but the tears didn’t come, I wanted to howl, but I can’t even seem to speak. And then, everything went silent. Darkness has taken over my heart, and I lost everything that made me human. 

I went to what remained of the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My eyes, cold and hollow, are just looking back at a man…a boy, I don’t seem to know. My face covered in ashes, and the scar tainting me to give up, but I just turned around and decided to take a shower and just head out, see where the road will take me.

After I climbed out of the shower, and got dressed I looked over the mirror once more. Most of the ashes are way, accept for two, right under my eyes, lines that seemed to stick to my face. I went over to the sink, under the mirror, and took a handful of water to wash away the ashes, just to see that I can’t wash them away. 

“It’s your curse, your sin you have to carry with you for the rest of your life.” 

Suddenly, anger sweeps over me, and before I realized it, I just punched the mirror, sending pieces flying all over. A look at my hand, blood sipping out here and there, where glass was protruding from the frail skin of my hand. The voice cackled behind me, its laugher sending shivers down my spine. I picked the glass from my hand, and dipped the blood away, not eve, bothering to bandage it, I just took some leather fingerless gloves on.

As I turn around, I come face to face with a wolf, eyes as black as the night, fur as white as snow, with flaming red spots here and there. I looked like a Siberian husky, but it is far too big for it. Standing on its four legs, it’s almost as big as an average teenager. The husky spoke once again. 

“What are you going to do now hu, boy?” putting too much pressure on the boy part. “Are you gonna run away again? Back to yar mommy and daddy? Is the little boy afraid?” at this the voice cackled, I simply leaned against the sink, waiting till it’s done speaking. “Oh, right, ta little boy’s mommy and daddy is dead, oh boo hoo hoo.” The husky cackled once again. 

I now notice it looking at me, probably waiting for a crying outburst, as I did before I saw him. Instead, this time, I just brushed passed him. 

“Shut it Nox, I am not in the mood now.” And I went outside, the husky closing in on my trail and walking beside me.

We walked in silence, a silence I got used to so long ago, as we are looking for means of transportation. After walking down the coast, almost a mile, we came across an abandoned army garage. I went inside, and saw some food. I first took a big bone, and tossed it across the room and then looked at Nox.

“Go on boy, get the bone, come on, get.” And I laughed a bit, even though it was more of a grimace then a laugh, when Nox scuffed. 

Next I take a big piece of raw meat, that hung from the ceiled, put it on the ground, and kicked it over to Nox. 

“I think this is more to your liking, now eat up, because wherever we are heading, it might take some time to find something decent to eat, unless you want some zombie meat?” I look at nox, as it was an honest question. The zombie invasion hadn’t taken place to long ago, so I wasn’t even sure if Nox ate that flesh or not. 

I looked around once more, finding an apple in the refrigerator and some soda. I take out the can, and drank and lighted a cig in one of the packs I found around the base. Nox looked up at me with confusing darting in his eyes.

“Didn’t know you smoke? Yer gonna die faster that way.”

I just looked down at him. “Like you are gonna let me.”

Nox now started laughing. I just turned around and looked at the mirror once more. I now just noticed what actually had changed in me, and just as I voiced my though in my head, Nox came around to me and looked at my face with a taunting smile. I can still see pieces of raw meat and blood, that hasn’t been fully let out from the piece of meat, sipping between his teeth. 

“I don’t really like the change, I preferred the cry baby, easy to scare and make fun of.” And Nox once again cackled. I have no idea how someone like him can laugh so much. 

“Deal with it” is all I said when I turn around and walk in the next room. “Nox, get some sleep, we leave in a couple hours, once the sun breaks through.” I heard him comply with a grunt. 

I walked around the army base. As an insomniac, I found more free time than most people, so I figured I might as well make it useful. I walked around the base and the first room I came into was filled to the top with all sorts of weapons. I got my hands on some stuff and made a customized sniper rifle in a less than an hour time. I also worked it over with some spells, so that I can fire both normal bullets and energy bullets, just in case I ran out of ammo I thought to myself. As I left the weapon room, something in the corner caught my eye. It was an old disused motorcycle with side span, on the brim of falling apart. I looked outside through the window and noticed I still had tons off time to deal with it so I started working it over. I had to replace the entire engine before it could run. I gave it a new coat of paint, and the side span was transformed into a both a luggage handler, and a person carrier. I filled up the tank, and it turns out I had still some engine problems. Once that was finished, I looked outside once more, cleaning my hands and from from motor oil, and I saw the sun rising in the distance.

I went to the other room, and saw Nox still asleep. I still have no idea how the hell he could sleep with all the noise, but I woke him up with my feet. 

“What do you want, psycho” he looked angry at me, but noticed my clothes were stained and torn up. I noticed this as well. 

“Get some supplies in the vehicle. I am going to get changed.” And I stepped away. I saw him grunting in the corner of my eye, but he complied as he didn’t want to starve either. 

Further inside the base I found some clothes that probably belonged to the soldiers that once lived in the base. I change into a long leather trench coat with a gray shirt. I keep my leather fingerless gloves on, as the just feel right on my hands. I pick up a buckled trousers and notice an army knife hanging on it. I pulled the knife out, once I got the pants on, and starting playing with it. It was balanced exactly right so I decided to hang onto it, realizing I can’t snipe the zombies down from cqc. To finish up, I got my hands on some metal coated combats, and I used a stretcher to keep my hair together in a ponytail, only now realizing how long my hair really is. I went back to the motorcycle and saw Nox was all ready to leave. I got up to the motorcycle, and managed to hotwire it into starting and I raced out of the army base, and down the highroad.

Suddenly, Nox voice shakes me awake from my reminiscing. “What do ya want…dog?” 

He scuffs at the word but quickly replies. “I didn’t want to awake you from you little dreaming of happy times with mommy and daddy,” He taunts me as he did so many times before. I guess I got used to it. “but it seems we have some company.” 

As soon as he finishes speaking, I look and see some zombies heading in our direction. “Great.” and I look at Nox “What did you do this time to attract them?” but neither of us spoke as we walked out of the building, jamming the door shut. 

“What are you gunna do, sicko?”

“Just get your ass back in the motorcycle before I leave you behind.” 

He wants to protest, but as soon as I turn around, with a jerry can in my hand, he shuts his mouth (finally) and sits back in the side span. I take off one of the tanks arms, and let the oil slip to the floor and with the oil in the jerry can and make a trail to the motorcycle. I take out another cig and light it. I get on the motorcycle and smoke while Nox looks to me from the door of the gas station. As soon as the door is breaking down, I start the engine and speed of, dropping my cigarette to the floor, in the oil trail. 

As we make a good distance a great explosion can be heard behind us. Nox looks around but I just keep my eyes on the road ahead, seeing something towering in the distance. In the corner of my eye, I see him now, looking at me. 

“Nothing better than ending a good getaway with some fireworks.” And Nox starts to laugh, once he is finished he turns his attention to me again. “What did you do that for actually?” and I look at him a split second. 

“Liberation.” 

Nox sighed again. “Look weirdo, it doesn’t matter what you do, but I am telling ya…” I cut him off in midsentence.

“It’s my own liberation. The liberation I feel to watch those buggers burn.” This time, Nox can’t help but stare in great wonder at me, as it is the first time I tell him something like this. I take great enjoyment in killing those…things one way or the other. 

“You know those were once human beings.” And he looks back on the road ahead. 

“You know, you did teach me something. The only way to get in this world what you want is with violence, and I don’t intend on going down without a fight without achieving my goal.” 

And we both remain silent, as the tower comes into view, marking our next destination. Paris, city of dying roses and decaying love.

PART 3