Originally, Zain never planned to go back into the club unless he saw others enter. Possibly the ones that were giving orders to Shark and Kun. However, due to certain circumstances, Zain was unable to keep a close eye on the club, and now after waking up, it was clear that something had happened.
In the end, now that the sun had fully risen, Zain had decided to head back there. He looked outside of the building and the area around it slowly to see if there was anything he could spot.
Any signs of the others leaving or anything strange occurring, and that's when he realized he found nothing.
'This is really strange, there is absolutely nothing within five hundred meters from the club.' Zain thought. 'Not a single dead body on the ground or a zombie just treading its feet along. Was it the military that arrived here and cleaned it up, or was it the other group?'
Regardless of who it was to clean up a place this well, it had to be the work of several people. Walking slowly, Zain could hear the door constantly banging, again and again as the wind continued to slam it shut.
p Holding his hand out, he stopped the door from making the noise, took a deep breath and took a step inside. Zain didn't know what he was expecting. Entering, Zain closed the door behind him softly.
While in the place he needed to use his senses to hear what was going on.
'Cobra, stay by the door for now, if you are attacked protect your life.' Zain ordered.
Looking from left to right of the room, it was completely different from when he was last here. So much had changed in a single day. All of the tables looked to be destroyed, chairs had been flung all over the place, glass bottles shattered everywhere.
'Is this because of me? Did those people that Shark was working for come and decide to ruin the entire place, but why? I was sure that they needed him for more. They wouldn't have gotten rid of him so easily, not someone who was that loyal.'
Walking around, Zain had decided that it was best to order Skittle to wait by the door as well. Because after a few steps, cracking noises were heard and it was Skittle stepping on the glass on the floor behind him.
It looked like the command 'follow' for Skittle, literally meant follow, so he wasn't careful with his footsteps like Zain.
'I have to treat it like, whatever was here, could still be here.' Zain thought.
Inspecting the room, he walked around with pictures of a fight playing out in his head. He tried to imagine how chairs could be chucked around in such a way. Straight down the middle it looked almost like someone was chucked right up and into the stage, cracking the bottom part of it, and causing all the chairs and seats in the middle to move away.
Yet, there were also a few chairs on stage as well, as if someone was throwing them at whoever they were fighting.
'It's not military, at least I don't think it Is.' Zain thought. 'There are no bullet holes, signs of guns being used, and there are no empty shells anywhere. Sure they could have cleaned the place up, but it would be impossible and there is no reason for them to do it with all the holes in the place.'
Eventually, Zain went behind the bar area, which looked to have some of the most damage done to it. Part of it looked to be ripped in half, and there was blood all over on the ground. Taking a turn around the corner, Zain stopped and looked at the floor for a while.
He just stood there staring at the body for a good five minutes before he decided to walk forward, and kneel down at their side.
"Several large piercing wounds all over his body. He was bleeding all over… I imagine since he was such a big guy that it was hard for them to kill." Zain said. "I'm sorry the two of us didn't really talk much during my stay here."
"You didn't seem like a bad guy… and it's possible that I was the one that caused this for you. If we had talked, maybe you could have told me your final wishes and I would have tried to accomplish them for you."
After inspecting the body for a while, Zain stood up knowing there was nothing he could do, nor anything he could figure out, apart from the fact that Jelly was dead. From what he knew, Jelly was the door guard of the Reborn.
There was once where Zain had felt his strength and it was real, looking at his body as well, even for Zain he felt like it would have been a long and winded battle.
When looking at Jelly, for the first time since turning, he felt a little down, a feeling in his chest where there was meant to be no feeling. He was unsure why. Especially when there was no real connection to Jelly.
'If this has happend to Jelly, then I need to expect the worst for the others as well.'
Pulling out his sword, Zain was now on high alert. Looking at the wounds, and on such a large person, there was another thought in his head. This could have been the work of a stage 2 bone zombie, or something similar to that.
While walking to the other side of the room, where another bar was present. Zain could see the scattered weapons all over the place as well. He imagined the group being quite pleased when they had found these, thinking that their days for survival would last a bit longer, only to result in this.
In the end, Zain didn't have to walk all the way to the other side of the bar, because turning his head, looking a little past the stage, there was another body that was slumped up against the wall.
Walking over, Zain looked at the wall itself behind the stage. There were several large fist sized holes in it, and blood scattered all over where the holes were. As for the slumped over body, there was an axe in thier hand but no blood on it at all.
"Whoever he fought against, didn't even get a scratch on them." Zain said as he lifted the head slighty confiming that it was Fingers.
There were wounds on his body similar to that of the wall. Which made Zain think, was he pinned up against it?
'Judging by the sliding of the blood as well. Would all of the wounds have been done at the same time? And from a distance?' Right now there was some strange imagery going on in Zain's mind thinking of what it could possibly be.
He could imagine some military force with a spike gun of sorts, that shot out and stabbed through one's body with four different points. However, it seemed cruel but did make sense for an organization to make more silent and effective weapons against Zombies.
With Fingers and Jelly dead, it meant that Zain was expecting to see more, he thought he would see Pink, Kun and lastly Shark as well. It was hard for him to imagine Shark getting killed though.
Heading behind the stage, more destruction could be seen, Stage boxes completely destroyed, parts of the back wall being destroyed and crumbling to the ground. Stepping forward, Zain turned as he went to look in the office and that's where he could see it.
Down underneath some of the destroyed wall rubble, there were a pair of legs that looked to have been badly cut, but they were detached, separate from the waist down from something.
Then walking forward and into the office, lying on the ground there was the other half of the body in a pool of blood. Looking at his mouth and seeing the side along with the visible teeth it was confirmed that this was Shark.
'Out of all the people I thought you would have probably been the one to have made it out of here.' Zain thought.
Still, the whole thing was confusing and the fact that Shark had been dealt with and in this fashion as well, made Zain think only more it was nothing to do with the people that Shark was in contact with.
Just like all the other bodies, Zain went to inspect Shark's to see if he could see anything different. Other than the missing bottom half, like the others there were several large marks all over. To get a good look though Zain needed to turn him over and that's what he did.
When flipping him from his front to his back, Zain could see something, it looked like words written in blood.
"D..e..m..demon…"
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