Since everywhere around was practically a graveyard covered in snow. I couldn't help but dig a hole enough to fit his body.
It was only half a body so it wasn't that much of a problem.
"Shit!. Why are my hands numbing so much!?"
F**k, am I seriously beginning to have frostbite!? All I did was dig a hole not more than two feet deep. How the hell does that make my hands start numbing, when I'm wearing gloves on no less.
Are you kidding right now!
"Tch!. I think there's still medicine back at the base. Just have to make sure it's treatable by then"
Hopefully putting them in my pockets will hold it down till I get back. But what's with the stain? I don't think I got any of his blood on me. No I don't think he was even bleeding to begin with. So what's the deal, why's there blood stains beneath my gloves and in a weird pattern.
Damn snow. It probably dried in my skin immediately it got on. Still strange that it only got on the back of both hands.
I can probably check it out better when I've dealt with the crazy numbing in my hand.
I swear I've had dozens of frostbites but nothing compares to this one. It's f**king getting worse by the minute.
Groan!
"Toughen up a little would ya. I'm almost there"
Uh!... Strange I'm close enough but something is off.
There should usually be guards stationed around here. It's unusual for them to just up and abandon their post.
Well although the missing guards were strange that I suddenly started increasing my pace. That wasn't what worried me.
It was nothing more than a whistle from where I was. But I could have sworn that was the sound of a gun just now.
Maybe I'm getting paranoid because of my aching hands. But with every step I took seeing the missing guards, and hearing a whistle of a gunshot.The bad feeling dwelling within my gut couldn't help but fear the worst. And as if to prove that feeling right the sound I heard as I reached the gate was that of a gunshot only this time it was as clear as day.
Bang!
"Shit! Are we under attack!?"
I don't have a gun with me. Dammit! Bullets are extremely rare and barely used nowadays so carrying one didn't even cross my mind.
Wait a minute maybe I'm jumping into conclusions. Remember, I haven't seen a single soul for days. Even the old man was far from alive. What's the likelihood that we're actually under attack?
Trying to convince myself and get a better grasp of the situation seemed to be the only thing I could do. But it was barely helping out. Since no matter how hard I downplayed it I couldn't deny the gunshots I just heard.
Just to be safe I pulled out the swiss army knife strapped around my waist while trying to get a better grasp over the base current security. But I couldn't even get the chance to confirm my suspicion. As soon as I stepped past the gate I felt someone already behind me.
I tried to get a look at the individual but before I could an heavy object struck the back of my head knocking me out cold.
"A-r-e we goi-ng to be able to get m-ore resour-ces now"
"Of course you've played your part sple-ndidly, but remember you have to wait till we fin-ish off the rest"
"But couldn't you just finish them off soon why did you bother putting up with this whole charade"
When I started to regain consciousness I could hear two voices conversing. It was hard tell their voices at first. But after hearing them chat for a while they slowly became more familiar. Almost like that of—
"Aunt Kathy"
The name unknowingly muttered out of my mouth. I couldn't be sure if it was true since my eyes were covered. But as if to prove my point right the two voices became eerily silent.
"He's already awake"
"That wouldn't have been the case if you didn't keep nagging me for so long"
"Are you going to blame it all on me now!"
"Tch! We can discuss that later"
What's going on? Who's aunt Kathy with? And why was I knocked out? Am I tied up right now? There's so many questions that I can't figure out.
Especially the person with Aunt Kathy. I know have heard his voice before.
"Aren't you too old by now to keep referring to her as aunt dummy"
"Who. Who are you?"
" Ahh, if you are half as smart as you make yourself to be you would have figured it out by now. After all it's hard to forget your only friend right R-e-o"
There's only one person that calls me by that name. But that can't be he's dead. He died trying to secure food with the rest.
I felt my blindfold come off. And of course standing right In front of me was my Aunt who I had always suspected of having other motives.
But what was truly shocking was the person right behind her. He was the best friend I thought I had lost two years ago… Luke!
"That scared the shit out of me. I seriously thought we were being raided for a second there. Luke I'm glad you are alive. If you don't mind answering. Why I'm I tied up? If this how you planned a reunion it's not really my style. Could you keep it a bit moderate next time"
"You're still as dense as ever Reo"
I knew Luke was acting weird; he had always been more of a sarcastic joker, even more than me. For as long as I knew Luke he had never once frowned no less make such a face filled with disgust and resentment.
"Uh!? Luke I don't get where you are going with this but can it wait for a while my hands are really frosty"
"Reo does this look like some kind of joke to you"
I couldn't say I wasn't confused. No I was totally confused.
It was more like my mind entered a trance of its own seeing him after so long. Seeing him made me filled with anxiety, guilt and so many other emotions that I didn't even know what I was saying.
Maybe it was because of the fear that was welling up. Fear that the friend I knew was already dead and the one in front of me was nothing than a vengeful spirit.
I didn't want to believe it because it would be easier that way. My words were nothing more than cheerful delusions that tried to brush off the past.
"Y'know you bastards are really lucky. Your dad just happened to own one of the biggest warehouses in the whole country. Yet you could barely make it through these years"
"What could I have done when everyone I knew was dying in starvation— what would you have done!?"
"What would I have done? Probably kept all to myself. We had such a haven but lost it in a matter of months because of how many strays you kept letting in"
"Stop messing around. You were also among the people that were looking for a hide out"
"I'm different unlike those bastards I was someone you knew. Some one you could trust. Honestly I don't know if you were playing hero or just acting outright stupid"
"If having your revenge with me is what you want then do it... But remember I gave you a place to stay when you had nothing"
"Oh for god sake shut that mouth of yours would you. You think just because you have more than me that makes me beneath you!"
His new attitude towards me were deeply engraved to his fist as it collided with my face time and time again. It was official now. Another one of my comrades have turned against me. How Ironic. One would think I'd suffer enough betrayals for one lifetime but it seems reality would never make it so. Like hell I'll take this crap again
"You punch like a sissy"
"You motherf**ker"
Wham!
"Stop that's enough You are going to kill my nephew at this rate"
I have a problem controlling this sharp tongue of mine. His punches. His fists. They are like cannon balls raining down on me. I might actually die if he keeps this up any longer.
"Oh and you are meant to be acting as the caring guardian even after what you did to your sister. Isn't that the whole point of us raiding this place? Now if you don't want to starve or wound up dead. I suggest you stay back"
What did he say!?
"Stop f**king around… you're the one who threatened me to do it, why are you acting like I-"
"Like what? You want to say you didn't enjoy it, or you regretted it? Stop trying to make yourself feel less guilty for your actions. It's pathetic"
"Hey... Where's my mother. What have you bastards done to her!"
No I can't jump into conclusions. She's locked away in the most secured room in the base plus Holland should be guarding her like normal. But if we're actually under attack and Aunt Kathy is helping them. Then could they...
"Mom? Oh you mean the mentally unstable b*tch don't worry she's doing just fine. But her condition may soon be critical if you know what I mean"
They've gotten their hands on her!
"If you touch a hair on her head I swear-"
"You better watch your tone Reo. If you keep this up her hair would be the least of your worries"
No nothing must happen to her. She's already suffering from her bad condition because of me.
"Luke, I'm sorry. Maybe I'm partly responsible for what happened. I didn't mean to cause you so much trouble and I didn't mean any disrespect. So please I beg of you let my mother go. You can do whatever you please with me if you just permit this selfish request"
"What's this? It's my first time seeing you beg with such sincerity it almost moved me to tears. Reo, where did the sharp tongue fellow I knew suddenly disappear to? Wasn't it just a few moments you were acting all arrogant and all"
"I'm sorry. I meant no disrespect"
I don't mind loosing my life. Honestly I've grown tired of it. The only reason I held on for so long was because of her. As long as she continues to live I don't care how many times I have to beg this bastard.
"Seeing as you willingly offered yourself I don't mind sparing the b*tch. But are you sure that's what you want? I'll tell you this now, I don't plan on doing the same to you"
"I understand"
"But wait I have a little present I want to show you before we begin our fun. Promise you won't get too excited now"
Whats behind the tarp it shape is that of a bod-
"M-Mom!"