After waiting for a while, most of the zombies that had amassed started to disperse. They moved away from the building, and a couple of police officers in the group had risen, now as zombies, while the others had their brains chewed out.
'I still can't figure out how the zombies choose which ones to eat and which ones to turn to. Can they sense something that even I can't? Or is it just because I haven't started to really eat people yet.' Zain thought.
Another thing he noticed in the zombies' movements was that some seemed to be heading in a specific direction. They were slowly walking away, heading towards the outskirts of the city.
'Maybe if I followed the Zombies, I might be able to figure out that quest. Find out what the Zombie's goal is in all of this. Maybe the answer to that question is why there aren't so many in the city either.'
In the end, before doing any of that, Zain wanted to check out the building first. So, both Skittle and Zain began to move. With the [Follow] command, Skittle stayed a good two metres behind him, but before entering the building, there was something else he wanted to do.
Walking to the corpses, the student zombie picked up a couple of handguns. He also went ahead and collected the magazines from the officers and took off a belt so he could wrap it around himself and carry more ammo.
There were still more guns, and that's when Zain had come up with an idea.
"Try holding this." Zain handed a gun out to Skittle.
He managed to hold onto it but just kept it in the palm of both of his hands.
"Krak ka!" Skittle replied back.
"Try holding it like this." Zain held the gun showing a pose, and then pulled the trigger a few times.
Skittle just tilted his head, not understanding what to do. The last resort for Zain was the attack command, and he hoped he would use the gun in his hand. However, as soon as he gave the command, Skittle dropped the gun and sprinted towards the body.
"I guess it won't work out. We'll have to get you stronger some other way." Zain smiled.
With the rest of the guns, it wasn't easy for others to find them< Zain took them off the policemen and tried to hide them under other bodies. While holding one gun under a dead body, his head started to ring, and an image appeared in his head.
The whole scenery changed in front of him. It was dark out, the moon was shining brightly, and one could see the stars just above the tip of the trees. Then, turning around, he noticed he was in a forest, and looking at his hands, they had gotten smaller again.
'Are these memories, but I don't remember any of this…the other stuff I tried to forget but this..are they mine?'
Standing next to him was a fairly large figure. He was wearing a camo uniform as if he was in the army, but when his face turned, it was nothing but blue. There were no distinctive features, so Zain had no clue who this was.
"Why do I have to learn to use this?" A voice said, but not just any voice. It was coming from the body Zain was currently in, and suddenly a gun appeared in his hand. "Where did you get it from?"
"I'm not letting you keep it, so that's unimportant." The blurred man's face said. "This world is getting worse and worse every day. People can't see it while they're being distracted, but in the end, we will be too busy fighting each other that we won't be able to see the real threat.
"When the time comes, I want you to be able to protect yourself. Now just follow what I do and listen to my words." The man lifted up his gun and started to explain a few things.
The different parts of a gun, how it worked, and how to aim and fire. After showing an example, it was now Zain's turn to use the weapon. In the forest, someone had stuck targets on the trees in different places.
It was hard to see, almost impossible to see due to the dark, but Zain, using the tips he had heard, tried again anyway. After letting out a few bullets, he was surprised that he could use the gun far better than he imagined.
"Good, you did better than last time, but try again until you can do it properly." The man ordered.
After changing the magazine on the gun, Zain aimed once again, but this time, he decided not to fire. For a while now, it was almost a movie. When Zayn was watching everything happen, he wasn't the one in control, but now he was once again.
Turning to the man with the blurred face, Zain gulped for a second.
He didn't know why but this strange fear was consuming him.
"Who are you?" Zain asked.
There was a pause for a second from the man as he stood absolutely still, then his head turned to look at Zain.
"What do you mean? Who am I?" The man's face still couldn't be seen, and he took a step forward. "Now I see…who are you?! Get out of here!" The man started to shout and stepped closer.
The hairs all over Zain's body started to stand up on his arms. Although he couldn't see the expression on the person's face, he knew he was in trouble. Immediately Zain turned to run through the woods.
Before he could do anything, two bangs were heard, hitting him right in the back of the leg and causing him to fall to the floor on the leaves. When he looked up, the faceless man's head was right in front of him.
"GET OUT!" The man said, placing the gun on Cain's forehead.
*BANG
"Don't come in here again.."
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