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In the midst of the night without a star... On the coldest night, probably in December?... In the red-light district that doesn't have any lights shine or open anymore...
And why there’s nobody anymore? Well... You could say that there is but it’s not humans anymore and that included the ginger-haired male with dark blue eyes that don't have a sparkle in them anymore.
Tartaglia or Childe, still has his consciousness with him, yes, and includes his intelligence too. Even though he has become a zombie or the walking corpse...
Every shitty stuff started with him went out for drinks with his co-worker in the evening of normal Friday, yep, pretty ordinary Friday, except for something uncanny and unrealistic started and it changed the whole world forever.
His goddamn friend bit him and infected him with the virus, just like how the plot in Zombie movies took, just like how it went in the movies that he had watched with his family before everything started. But the whole shit doesn't end there.
He remained as the only zombie in that bar who still has the consciousness with himself, maybe a part of his body is immune to the virus? But he couldn't know it anyway, since it is out of the range of his knowledge.
After what he had been through for almost half a year...? He doesn't know it anymore, but he needs to focus on what he should do right now. The electricity in this city has been cut off since then, but the only thing he knows right now is.
He needs to escape from those zombie hunters.
Because human is the creature that could adapt to the environment easily, in the past Childe admired it, but now it is the fucking bad situation for himself. He wishes he could slap his past self in the face.
In the first place, Zombie is the hunter, and now? Human is now the hunter instead. Almost every zombie dies in an instant, but not with him, who has intelligence.
Childe could only run away from those humans because of the fear in his heart. Part of his mind wants to greet them, but himself right now is kinda... Uhm... Bad? And he has learned that human is filled with sinfulness and curiosity. Maybe if they find out that he could talk to them, unlike how the other zombies do, he would become their lab rat for the rest of his life...
Even though he has become a zombie... He doesn't want to die yet, he still wants to live in this world. He wants to do a lot of things such as...
Falling In Love.
Yes, Falling in love with someone, Truly. And live with that person for the rest of his life...!
Even it couldn't become real in this fucked-up world, he still wants to try... Now now, let us focus on the present, Shall we?
Childe is currently running to somewhere he doesn't even know since his instinct is leading him as his navigator... following that sweet and fresh scent like a mixture of glaze lily and orange... Ah... What a pleasant sensation to his body...
Fortunately that his new body couldn't be tired that easily, even if he runs around the world or swims for 10 hours straight... and that might be the only benefit from becoming a zombie itself.
He kept running and running until the scent stopped at the front of the... wrecked shop? It's really strange and if he's on a normal occasion, he wouldn't go inside but his instinct is telling him to go inside and claim what is his.
Childe walks into the shop, everything inside this place seems to be normal... every small stuff scattered on the floor messily, the trail of blood that could be seen even though how much time has passed... It seems like some people had run for their life in this place but the ginger-haired male could sense something hiding in this place.
When he walks into the inner part of the shop, he found something strange... no... this must be the place where the scent comes from... he's so fucking certain that this is the place where his instinct had led him to.
There is a white door at the end of the hallway, and Childe walked to where the door is without any hesitation, he doesn't have anything to lose anymore so why not? He could sense that scent again even though it became really faint... thanks to the zombie's sense that become sharpen like an animal's.
When he was going to open that door, the door was opened by someone first and his heart dropped to the floor with a loud sound in his mind. And maybe his heart started beating again.
The pitch black-hair with a tint of amber color that sway in the wind when that guy walks in any movement, A pair of golden eyes that shines as if somebody had put every jewel in the world inside it, the beautiful face that has a perfect structure as if the goddess had reincarnated in this guy's body.
" Ah... A guest? I thought that ferry lady didn't appoint anyone today... "
What?
" Hmm... Maybe I need to ask her... but she hasn't come to work for almost a week now.. "
What in the actual fuck is this guy?
Am I hallucinating right now? If I am, somebody please wake me up.
Childe thought to himself while staring at the black-haired male dumbly, he doesn't what he should do right now. He couldn't believe the fact that this guy doesn't know what is going on with the world?
" Ah, sorry for my bad manner, please come in first and I will prepare you some treats as well as tea "
The ginger-haired zombie doesn't know how to react to this guy. It is really strange that a human doesn't even try to kill him at the first sight and his heart is beating loudly against his rib cage... or maybe the black-haired male is the same as him?
But his body is really clean, unlike how the usual zombie is. When he observed from the outside, he couldn't find any bruises or cuts on the black-haired male's body...
Tartaglia could only question himself about what this guy in front of him is.