"Don’t worry about ; just go. Bringing here is more than enough for ."
Hearing Telos’s words, Yaztec felt a surge of guilt, a guilt that made him even less willing to abandon his teacher.
"No, Teacher, hang in there. Nothing will happen to you; we’ll leave together."
"You can’t save ; I’m already infected, and soon... I might... turn into a disgusting, horrible zombie..." As he spoke, Telos’s voice grew increasingly hoarse, a hallmark sign of becoming zombified.
"No! That won’t happen. Teacher, you’ll be fine. I’ll take you to the Peace Party. The Peace Party can control zombies; they must have a serum for the virus. Teacher, hang in there! You must hang in there!"
Hearing Yaztec’s words, Telos revealed a despair-filled smile. The top research teams in the world hadn’t solved the problem of anti-life material assimilation infections, much less the Peace Party.
A serum? It’s simply not feasible to develop one. Even if, by so miracle, the Peace Party developed a serum, his current condition wouldn’t sustain him till he got to the Peace Party.
"No, child, you don’t need to save . I’m already dying. With , you won’t be able to escape either. Thank you... for your help during this ti... I’m honored to have known you, Yaztec..."
Telos’s voice beca raspier, the tones from his throat faintly resembling the roars of a zombie.
"No! Teacher, I will take you with , rest assured. As long as I live, I will not abandon you, don’t worry!"
Telos paid no mind to Yaztec’s words, for it was utterly impossible. There are many types of people in the world, and Telos was the type who didn’t fear death—a common man who dared to leave the human Sanctuary Zone to roam the world in search of every beautiful scene. Without a readiness to face death, it would have been completely impossible.
Therefore, the word "death" never weighed heavily on his mind. To him, nothing in this world could last forever; everything would vanish quietly during so unforeseeable mont, leaving no trace of their existence. The sa applied to humans; death was everyone’s ultimate destination, faced by all, rely a matter of timing. What difference did it make if one died sooner or later?
The only difference lay in the extent of one’s rembrance in this world.
Yaztec wanted to say more, but Telos quickly silenced him with a gesture.
"Alright, child. There’s just one favor I need from you now."
Without hesitation, Yaztec nodded in agreent: "Teacher, just say it. I will definitely fulfill it, but you must promise , you can’t die! There’s so much I haven’t learned yet; you can’t just die like this!"
Yaztec’s eyes brimd with hope, starkly contrasting with the lifeless gaze in Telos’s eyes. He thought Telos had thought of so solution, but the next words out of Telos’s mouth completely devastated him.
"Keep it safe for , rember to upload its contents to the terminal. With that, I can die without regrets. Also, help up; I need to end my life. Once I turn into a zombie, you will be in danger."
Yaztec stood there, stunned, unresponsive for a long while. Finally, he shook his head at Telos, his expression conveying everything—refusal!
He refused Telos!
"Hurry up!" Soon after, Telos let out a heart-wrenching roar at Yaztec.
"Hurry up! You shouldn’t give up too much for , child. You are still young, you can live for a much longer ti, and... cough, cough... you are a new human, new humans have much longer lifespans than normal people. Are you willing to give up like this? Don’t be foolish..."
"Well, child... I shouldn’t have said so much. You still have a lot to learn from , I hope you can keep your interest, although I can’t continue to teach you the remaining things, but don’t worry, I have here..." he said. Telos took out a palm-sized notebook and a two-finger-thick photo album from the pocket of his clothes next to him.
He pointed to the album and said, "Here lies the essence of my life, and this, is about photography skills. Looking at these should be able to help you, now help up."
Yaztec, with trembling hands, took the things in Telos’s hands, looked into his eyes, and remained silent for a long ti. In the end, he could only help Telos up and walk to the window as he wished.
He knew that he couldn’t change what was to co. Naivety might be beautiful, but reality was cruel. He could only follow his teacher’s advice at this ti, as forcibly keeping him would be a torture for Telos.
"I’m sorry, teacher..." Yaztec expressed his apologies to Telos, but Telos just waved his hand.
"It’s okay, child. Everyone dies. Look at it that way, you really don’t have anything to feel guilty about. Everything is inevitable. Goodbye."
Yaztec let go of his hand, and Telos, smiling faintly, said to him, "Goodbye."
The words were very plain, like a casual conversation between old friends before parting.
But these two words made Yaztec’s heart more oppressed.
He closed his eyes, and about two seconds later, a "thump" ca from below.
Yaztec opened his eyes, Telos had jumped, landing headfirst, and the mont his head touched the ground, it burst open like a ripe waterlon. His death lured out the zombified creatures in silver armor to his body. They sniffed around, discovering a dead one of their own, then re-entered the building.
The floors below burst into a "clattering" noise, Yaztec knew that the zombies were searching for sothing, making strange noises.
For so reason, after Telos was gone, Yaztec no longer felt anxious, as if the heaviness in his heart outweighed everything, making him constantly reminisce about the ti he spent with Telos. Rather than leaving imdiately, he wanted to see the essence of Telos’s life.
Sitting on the ground, Yaztec opened the first page of the album, and just as he had guessed, it was a Buddha photography piece, but these works gave off a marvelous feeling.
To say that Telos was one of the world’s top photographers, as soon as Yaztec saw the first piece in the album, he was deeply imrsed in it.
Each work maximized the use of angles and lighting, natural yet tranquil. The scenery about the wilderness felt as if one were in a wonderland and everything about the city felt like being in a beautifully animated ani, where every person or thing was wonderfully beautiful.
It was like a beautifully gentle tune, the mont the prelude struck, it felt as though old friends flashed through one’s mind.
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