Unlike Zain, it was clear that Skittle was a zombie. His eyes were hollow, and his movements were usually rigid. When giving the attack command, it was most obvious as Skittle would just charge in dangling his arms.
Caught up in the moment, Zain didn't really think about it, but no one would choose to save Skittle because it was obvious what he was. Currently, all three of them were going through an alleyway, and he was trying to get a good look at their saviour.
The man was dressed in what oddly looked like a suit. As if he had just come from a type of wedding event. It was clearly a man by the body structure, one that looked quite lean and tall and his long black hair, that he looked somewhat like a rockstar ready to get on stage, and the balaclava face mask that covered his whole face was just part of his strange costume.
The most important detail about him that Zain had noticed was his scent. He didn't have the sweet scent like that of a human, the one that he was able to detect in others.
'I'm pretty sure this guy is like me.' Zain thought. 'He has to be a Zombie. If that's the case, then how can he move? And I'm sure I also said something when he pulled us.'
After taking several turns through different alleyways and more, the person leading them in front eventually stopped. The original entrance they had come in through was wide enough for the Titan to fit into, but these next set of alleyways were small.
The alleyways were also small, and having already run quite a distance, they were sure that the Titan would no longer be on their trail.
"So, are you going to tell us who you are?" Zain asked with his hand around his waist, holding onto the newly acquired gun he had received. He had not quite pulled it out but was ready to, at any time. He and Skittle were standing far from him, believing a hand-to-hand confrontation would have a lot more risk than just putting a bullet in the enemy's head.
Zain never did understand those videos he used to watch, where the person holding the gun was directly in front of the person, just asking for them to be snatched or stopped. A bullet could travel distance much faster, so there was no need to get up close.
"Ah, great!" the man replied. "I saved you and your little pet, and this is how you treat me?"
"Pet?" Glancing at Skittle, Zain could only assume he was talking about the latter, but why did he call him a pet? "I haven't pulled out my gun because you saved my 'Friend', not pet. And I'm sorry, I'm not really in the mood to trust people with what's happening here. So tell me, who are you? Or should I ask, what are you?"
When asked this question, the man went to pull his balaclava down, revealing a horrid smile.
"It seems I was right about you, but it's the first time I've seen one of us look so human, so I wasn't quite sure." The man replied.
For the first time in a while, Zain was getting quite excited. The man in front of him was a zombie, and he now understood why the former covered his face with a balaclava mask. There was quite a large hole in the side of his mouth. It was hard to tell if it was a bullet or a scratch mark.
The wound looked rotten, with the area around the wound looking red as if someone was constantly scratching it roughly.
Also, if Zain had not misheard the man from the way he was speaking, there were others that were like them.
"The name is Kun, and now that you have seen that the two of us are the same, I hope that you don't see me so much as a threat anymore?" Kun replied, holding his hands up to show he meant no harm.
Deciding it was for the better, Zain placed his hand away from the gun.
"Thank you for saving my friend."
"Don't worry. I understand that times are hard with everything going on, so you have the right to act that way." Kun smiled again. He seemed like quite the laid-back and optimistic character.
Something hard to come by in the current world they were in.
"But seriously, how do you look so human?" Kun walked closer, lifting up the suit on his arms, revealing more bite marks and parts of his flesh missing. "They were chomping the sh*t out of me when I got turned."
With how open and friendly Kun was, it was hard for Zain to keep his barriers up, and in the end, he gave out a big sigh, pulling away the cloth wrapped around his neck.
"That's it, you only got one little tidgy bite, man, you're lucky," Kun stated. "But seriously, if it wasn't for the fact that you pe- I mean, that zombie friend of yours was following you, I would have never thought that you were like us."
It was actually nice for Zain to hear this because that was the whole idea in the first place. Kun and Skittle could never pass as humans, but this was the reaffirmation he needed, and once again, Zain had heard Kun use a specific word.
"So, um, am I going to have to ask for your name?" Kun asked, pulling the latter out of his thoughts.
"The name is Zain," Zain replied. "And, when you were talking earlier, you mentioned the words' us' and 'we' a few times. Does that mean there are more like us?"
Zain wanted to ask many questions, whether he also had a system or if he had evolved and what they had seen, but this was the most pressing thing on his mind.
"Run!" Kun suddenly shouted in panic.
Confused, Zain turned around and saw the Titan was looking at them through the alleyway. It had followed them till here. Immediately Zain pulled away Skittle and pushed him behind himself, and faced the Titan.
Just then, the Titan sent a giant fist straight toward him.
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