by Itchy Tue Mar 24, 2015 9:05 pm
"I..." He squeezed his weapon, his knuckles cracking. He was unsure of what to do, yet so sure of how to do something. It was an odd feeling to be lost and found at the same time. His life was on the belief that he could do something about it. He wanted to help. He wanted a purpose he wanted...
"You like kitkats right?"
He sat at his desk at work. It was nightfall in Bravos. It was like any other day at the college campus. He was getting bored, finishing another post with Kaseki on another site as always. He looked into her eyes, mesmerized and confused. As the seconds past, her smile grew. "Unknown Lands can wait," she said to him,"You like Kit Kat?"
He blinked a few times, thinking about his answer. "I do, I mean... Yeah I like them... why?"
She tossed him a single small packaged chocolate. She gave a laugh in his seriousness. He caught it and looked at the vibrant orange package. "Pumpkin flavored?" he said out loud. "That's... new?"
She gave another small laugh as he grew more puzzled with the gift. "I didn't want it, so you can have it." He replied with a warm smile. It was something that he tried not to do, for it seemed as if every moment with her made his heart pound. "So she does celebrate Halloween..." he thought.
"Well y'kno." he started, "If you poisoned this, we're gonna have to have a talk." He laughed at his joke, and she did too.
"Of course." She pushed the exit door, "Goodnight, Thomas."
With a large exhale through his nose he dropped the movie. He turned his head and homed in on the sound. He wasn't going to get any silence with the dead outside the door. He maneuvered himself around the furniture. He could hear the struggle outside the door.
With a single flick of his wrist he extended his ASP baton. He was in no mood to play around. He reached toward the door and opened it wide. He lunged out with his stick swinging. He kicked the head on the doorstep and hit the nearest undead in the face. It caved in, creating a thick red mist from the hit. He wasn't about to give up. He continued to clear a path for the girl to enter the home. But he didn't care one bit about her. He didn't care about Isabel. He didn't care about himself.
"I NEVER..." Thomas's swing bashed in another zombie's head as he cried out. He was angry with the world. He needed to let it all out. "... EVER BREAK A PROMISE."