Morning came.
Inside the restaurant.
Allen blew the cup and drank slowly.
"What would you do now? ' Aldrich asked.
" I'm going. " Allen replied.
"Thanks for this drink. " Allen said.
"That's a coffee, who in the world doesn't know it? You're really strange Allen. " Aldrich laughed.
"Well, my memories wiped out. " Allen shrugged.
"Hey, don't tell me you're connected with the virus or something? ' Aldrich asked as a joke. Deep down he intended to know if its true.
"I don't even know what is happening, the world may be ending. " Allen replied casually.
"I doubt you are, based on how i see you there's no air of an agent or anything strange just that fighting ability of yours. "
Aldrich still have doubts but he knew Allen isn't a bad guy.
"Sip* haah... " Allen put the cup on the table.
"I'm going. " Allen said.
He patted the little girl resting in his chest.
"Its time to wake up little girl. "
"Ummm? Mister? ' she asked as she rubbed her red weary eyes. She cried all night.
" I need to go and find others. Are you okay to stay here with my Brother? " Allen pointed towards Aldrich.
The latter smiled at the girl like an uncle.
He stretched his arms towards her.
"I don't want to, Mister. Don't leave me... " Tears fell again in her eyes.
"There's frightening monsters outside, uncle is sick and can't go, i need to go there to save people. " Allen patted her head lightly.
"When are you going back? " Trish asked.
"An night..' Allen Lied.
" Now, now. ' Aldrich Picked Trish and put her up.
"Go! Be careful Allen. We need you. " Aldrich reminded.
"I will. 'Allen nodded.
He opened the door and waved at them before he goes outside.
Aldrich closed the door and waved back at Allen.
Allen disappeared into the distance leaving Aldrich staring Absentmindly at the open space.
The Plan changed as they met Trish.
.
Allen walked the main Street.
Unlike his wary personality back when he's with Aldrich, he walks the street without any impatience nor vigilance.
Zombies kept charging at him, but his blade is sharp enough to end life.
One zombie got his neck severed and the other sent flying.
When countless zombies poured, Allen ran away to find another weapon.
In an antique store.
He opened the door and zombies charged at him.
He catched the zombies hands and thrust the sword into its skull.
He tossed the body to the ground and the other fell as it crossed the body.
He kicked the head hard and broke it.
The other jumped he kicked it back to the ground and moved sideways to avoid the zombie charging at him.
It bounced on the wall.
He came and grabbed it on the hair he slit its throat and thrust its brain with the knife.
The one who fell rose again and rushed at him thirsty.
He took a step back and sent a powerful stab its skull was pierced by the pointed knife.
He took a breath....
"My body's different. Im not a human. " Allen shook his head at his findings.
The way he woke up and his origin, he knows nothing.
But what he is sure is that nothing matters.
He is alive and that is everything.
He looked around to find everything useful.
He saw many decorations and items of ancient origin.
A clock, suit, Mirror and so on.
What piqued his interest was in the side full of Japanese type decorations.
A katana hung in the middle covered in golden ringed glass.
He didn't grab the shotgun at the other side where all types of suit like the Dutch emperor is displayed.
He broke the glass with a fist.
His arm broke and blood splurted.
He shook his hand to ease the pain.
Allen never thought the glass would be so hard.
Fortunately his arm slowly regenerated.
"Magic? " Allen muttered.
Something's not right, magic doesn't exist.
Gene mutation? '
He buried it in his mind and held the Katana.
Allen tested the hilt, unsheated the blade and slahed forward.
He sent hundreds of slash.
The Katana seems like a natural treasure worth more than a city.
Even if money is useless in this kind of situation, the katana still holds its full value.
Allen walked out of the antique shop.
What greeted him is a silent street.
Gunshot from afar has called all the surrounding zombies.
But such gunshot stops frequently as they may have died on a siege.
There's still many survivors, around 20% should still be alive locked in their rooms waiting for evacuation.
He glanced at the windows of the store's to see if there are others alive.
Allen walked straight to find the police station.
He walked for half an hour and finally saw the police station.
The place is barren with dead bodies that didn't become zombies.
The death of zombies around are many times larger than the death of those ripped alive.
Their bodies are either gone, all those that lost vitally didn't become a zombie.
He didn't find any survivors nor zombies.
He walked inside the station.
Inside, zombies roamed.
"Clang." He made a sound using the blade.
Zombies reacted quickly and rushed at him.
He unsheathed the blade and sliced the incoming zombies.
Allen breathed.
Each slash took a zombies life.
He concentrated deeply, one wrong move and the blade got struck, he'd be dead.
Swish.
Most of those who fell their neck severed.
The softest part.
Others Pierced by the chest.
Hands cut, fallen to the ground without limbs.
There are around twenty or more that has already fallen.
Allen didn't stop as more zombies poured.
He finally started to panic.
Allen took a breath and slahed everytime with a full force intending to take life.
Each movement efficient but cost a bit of energy.
"Haaah.... " Allen dropped to the ground.
His surroundings filled with bodies.
He killed around hundred of zombies in close combat.
Truly remarkable.
Being besieged is highly dangerous more so for someone with a cold weapon.
Allen panted.
He successfully secured the first part.
Deeper inside, he can hear zombies pounding the wall.
Allen got up and walked near the armory.
Aldrich already told him everything and how to use a weapon.
Allen grabbed a rifle and Put a magazine.
He loaded the gun.
He grabbed two handgun.
Allen walked to the door and kicked it hard.
The door opened alerting the zombies.
"Rawwr.. "
"Bang! "
He shot it to the head.
Then he raised the rifle.
"Tadadada*"
Zombies fell as they rushed each one have a hole it its head.
"Tadadadada*"
Allen didn't waste a single bullet.
The zombies in here is ten times compared before.
When the rifle run out of bullets he changed to the handgun.
"Bang* bang* bang*
More and more zombies appeared on the scene.
Allen run out of ammo, he tossed the handgun and reloaded the rifle he still have four spare magazine.
He evaded the hand of a zombie and fired a shot then bombed the others with bullets.
" Tadadaddadadada"
"Die! " Allen looked at the zombies fiercely.
Bodies fell to the ground.
When allen is at his last round, he fired those who have a more built and left the skinny one to ransack them with his katana.
"Click* click*
Allen loooked at the rifle and smacked it at the charging zombie.
He then unsheathed his Katana and confronted them head on.
The remaining zombies are fewer in number
He finished in around a minute.
50 zombies died at his sword.
" Woooh... " Allen knelt on the ground.
He isn't just physically tired, his mental energy exhausted.
The place seems like a purge a canibal tribe that is raided by an Elite Force.
A land of death.
The ground is filled with bodies.
Around 1000 of zombies lay dead.
The majority is soldiers while the other half civilians.
Allen shook his head, he can't go on alone. He needs people.
He is strong but he isn't that foolish. Wasting energy like this wasn't his type.
He walked back at the weaponry after he had enough rest.
Allen took ten magazine this time.
And a bag with three rifle, ten handgun, 1 box of bullet, ten magazine each.
The weight is so heavy.
Impossible for the human body.
But Allen have a strange physique.
He can lift it with his full force.
Still its too heavy and he can't run.
He put the bag down and searched the inventory.
There he found silencers.
He took 3 and put one in his rifle.
Allen equipped the bag and prepared to go back.
His body is no longer skinny, but muscular.
Unscientific.
He walked slowly back to where he came from.
This time all he need is a shot to stop the zombies coming his way.
Zombies didn't pop up continuously as he have a silencer.
Zombies he faced ahead died silently.
It took him ten hours to finally stop.
He decided to take a break, while he rested from time to time, he decided to eat.
He dropped the bag outside and moved inside.
The place is empty.
No,
Something's wrong.
Allen took a sit and calmly observed what is strange about the place.
His ears pricked.
"Shhh! Quiet, do you want to die like your husband? '
He heard noises inside the room.
This is an apartment next to the clothing store.
While impossible to hear by ordinary people Allen's ears are enhanced.
He heard it too well
Someone's being threatened.
They may have heard the door opening so they locked the victim and shut them down.
He walked slowly near the sound and stopped at the front door.
The door suddenly opened and a gun was raised to his head from the other side.
A man tightly held a woman and pushed her to the bed.
Her hands behind her back and the man have a gun pointed at her head.
The man pinned her down the bed.
"Dont move" The man smiled at Allen as he saw his coworker.
"Don't kill him yet it'll alert the zombies outside. " Zosh smirked.
"I see. " Allen looked disappointed.
They are nothing but bulgar robbers, or, people without humanity.
Allen took the mans arm and punched hard.
The one besides wasn't expecting this before he can shoot his head left his body.
The man who pinned the woman was startled.
Before he can process what's happening he saw Allen raise his silenced rifle to his face and a bullet flew faster than his reflexes.
The bullet headed to his eyes straight to the brain.
The woman cried as blood splashed on her hair.
"Are you alright? " Allen asked.
"Arg.." The one punched in the face rose up only to be shot thrice as Allen pulled the trigger.
"Thank you... ' the woman took a look at Allen.
Her voice shaky.
Her body trembling.
Its only been an hour since they found her hiding under the bed then Allen arrived.
" Thank you. " She thanked and looked at the dead bodies in anger.
She heard her husband's begging and cry as they fed him to the zombies outside.
She hid by her husband's intention before they opened the door for the strangers.
Sadly her husband's dead now.
"What are you going to do now? ' allen asked.
" Can... Can i come? " The woman asked with fear.
She's afraid of death.
" Just follow me, Do you have any food in here? " Allen asked.
"There is. " She answered.
"Give me some, ill rest before we leave. "
Allen reassured.
"Ill prepare food for you. " The woman forcefully came out of bed. She managed to stand up and suppressed her shaking body.
The one before her is her savior and the threat is gone, But her trauma stayed.
He can't trust anyone but the man saved her.
She cooked an easy made food from the fridge and delivered it at the table.
She gave Allen a plate and spoon.
"Please." Mary sat down as she looked at Allen who started digging.
" You eat too, this is delicious. " Allen smiled.
He never tasted anything this delicious other than a coffe and water since he woke up.
"No, im fine, thank you..."Mary replied.
" Eat. " Allen gave her the remaining on the plate and finished whats on his plate.
Mary reluctantly ate.
"What is your name sir? " Mary asked after she's done.
"Allen" Allen replied.
"Im Mary. " Mary introduced herself.
"I see. Rest first before we get going." Allen Said as he drank water.
Mary nodded.