December 19, 2024
NAIA Terminal 2 Departure Area
8:00 am
***
"We are almost there." A man wearing a body guard uniform said. His left hand has been severed. A cloth and belt was wrapped around it. But the blood was still dripping down as they strode to the grounds of the Terminal 2. With difficulty, he was pulling another man with him.
He made a shift rope with clothes to tie it with the man, and used it to pull him. The man was also visibly injured and from his stomach, blood was dripping down. Cold sweats were covering his forehead.
"Eman, just leave here. Save yourself." The man that was being pulled said with difficulty. Then he started coughing blood.
The security guard, that was called Eman gritted his teeth. "No." He refused. "You have a family still waiting for you. But ... I don’t have anyone with ."
"Cough. Cough. Ah. For 20 years, I have been working in abroad. All of my children have already graduated. I’m even fortunate that I’m just glad that I’ll die in my holand. If I can only see them..."
"Don’t talk anymore. We will definitely got help."
"..."
He continued pulling until he could finally see the exit heading to the runway. This was where they were told that they saw a survivor.
Bang.
Eman was startled at the sudden gun shot behind him. He imdiately turned around only to see a woman with pointed gun towards him. No, it was the man he was carrying.
"Tonio!"
"Why... Why did you shoot him?"
"He already turned into a zombie." Freyah looked at the bloodied man in front of her. "He was just stabbed not bitten... How can he turned into one?!"
Freyah walked towards the bloodied man. She just arrived from her trip. Then saw these two people.
"His already dead. Probably due to blood lost. Then I saw him starting turning into one." Freyah said. "You can let go of him now. Or you will be the one who will die of blood loss next." Freyah said as her gaze lingered to his severed hand that was dripping down.
Eman gritted his teeth then sighed. "I’m sorry." He looked at the dead man.
"Let’s get you treated right away now," Freyah without warning carried Eman like a sack of rice on her shoulders and make a run for it.
Freyah gently dropped the man on the wooden crater nearer the plane. Monica imdiately noticed her.
"Freyah!"
"Ate Freyah!"
Monica and Gwenette ran towards her. "You crazy! Where have you been?"
"Just getting so important stuffs before we leave today." Freyah said. "Sorry, for causing you to worry."
"Alright. Alright. We cooked so food now. You should eat... Oh my god!" Gwenette noticed Eman behind her lying on the small crater.
Boogsh.
Eman behind also collapsed on the ground. Then sothing quick passed Freyah. It was Florence, he ran imdiately to the man and imdiately assessed his condition. He imdiately checked his pulse then looked at his hand. His eyes held urgency.
Without saying anything. He put both his hands at the top of the man’s hand. Then a green light glowed followed by light particles flowing around him.
A magic circle also appeared beneath the injured man.
"What is he doing?" Monica asked completely at awe at a seemingly magical scene.
"Kuya Florence... It’s his healing skill." Harley said as soon as he made his way there.
"He has that kind of skill?" Gwenette was completely surprised.
"Yes. Do not disturb him for the mont. If he ask anything, just help him." Freyah wanted to watch more, because this was the first ti that she would be able to watch Florence do his healing magic. Other than the testing she had done in the earlier days they t, this was the first ti he would be healing a real injured person in this world.
But she turned around and walked towards Harley. "I need sothing to tell you. It’s about your aunt." She whispered as soon as she reached his side.
Harley looked at her surprised. Then his expression beca sullen and clenched his fist. "Yes."
"Let’s talk there." Freyah said, pointing on the corner of the plane, farther from everyone.
"The reason you are away since last night. You look for my aunt." Harley said, not as a question but as a statent. "You also ask all those things last night as if you were going to look for her."
"Yes." Freyah said.
"Did you find her?" Harley said as he looked at her eyes. His eyes was determined. Whatever would Freyah answered, it was as if he made the resolved to accept it.
"Yes. I found her." Freyah said then from her pocket, she brought out a piece of clothing, it was only the sleeve’s part. A yellow fabric with pink and red roses patterns. Then she handed to Harley.
Harley scanned the fabric on his hand. His eyes seed to be in the verge of shedding tears. But he fought it from falling down.
"Where?" He said without looking up this ti. His gaze was low, fixated on the fabric on his hands.
"I found her around the street of Tejeron, cross intersection to Sta. Ana."
"What is her state?"
"She is already dead." Freyah lied. "I saw so dead police near her. Probable that a shoot out happened with the zombies."
"You ntioned that when you talk to her in the phone, she already turned into a zombie."
"Yes. She is." Freyah confird.
"Then one of the police on that shoot out probably shoot her because she is a zombie already."
"That is correct." Freyah confird once again. Her gaze fixated in the boy’s trembling body.
"So... She probably died without hurting anyone." This ti Harley looked at her with pained smile. "I’m relieved. Thank you so much for doing all of this, Ate Freyah."
Freyah’s heart were filled with guilt. She grabbed the boy and hugged him. With this, it seed all his guard was down, and Harley started crying uncontrollably.
In her past life, she lost a lot even if she tried to act tough, every lost she experienced always torned her inside out.
And all of it, there was no one there, who comforted her.
"Auntie Carla!" He cried out loud while Freyah remained there just silently hugging him.
"Freyah! Harley!" Gwenette who just arrived there saw the scene. She didn’t know what was happening, but she had the idea of what might had happened.
She remained there quietly waiting for the two.
***
Monts later...
"How is Harley?" Freyah asked as soon as she saw Gwenette approaching her. They were now inside the plane.
"He fell asleep. Probably due to crying. But I also secretly added a sleeping pill on the water I gave him."
"Sleeping pill?"
"He will not be able to sleep and continue to overthink things. Since the first day, this must be stressing him a lot. It was better at the mont that he fell asleep." Gwenette said as she handed a bottle of water to Freyah. "Here have this."
"I don’t you are capable of putting drugs on soone else drinks." Freyah accepted the bottle of water. "Does it also have a pill on this?"
"It will be for you to find out. After all, you do not even bother sleeping since the apocalypse." Gwenette grinned.
"Lunatic." Freyah opened the cap of the bottle and drank the water. "Too bad for you, any pills or poison doesn’t have an effect on ."
"That’s why every drink and food I serve you doesn’t have any effect." Gwenette said a bit disappointed.
"What? You have been spiking my foods and drinks?" Freyah couldn’t believe what she heard just now.
"It’s just sleeping pill." Gwenette shrugged as if she didn’t sothing wrong. "It is important for humans to sleep even at a tis like this!?"
Freyah didn’t know what to respond to this. Because this action was sothing between outrageous and at the sa ti, the reason and intention was sothing for good and out of concern. She sighed then chuckle. "I fall asleep yesterday."
"Don’t call that sleep. It’s 10 minutes!" Gwenette said out of frustration.
"10 minutes huh..." Freyah chuckled, leaned on her seat and looked at the ceiling of the plane.
"It’s just that whenever I tried to do so... My mind will be surrounded by nightmares. Even in that short ti of nap, it is also just another nightmare."
Gwenette sighed. "Then I just need to find a way so that those nightmares will stop." She knew what those exact nightmares that Freyah was saying. It was probably those tragedies she experienced before her regression.
She knew as well. The words she had spoken right now, was sothing even broad that she didn’t where or how to start.
"That’s sothing impossible..."
"No. I’m serious. You have been doing a lot for us even if the apocalypse didn’t begin. It’s annoying and really frustrating that we can’t do anything. Monica also feel the sa. We are frustrated that most of the ti we can only watch our panda doing everything."
"Being alive..."
"Aishhh!" Gwenette interrupted her. "Are you going to say that being alive and with us being together is enough? Thank you but that will not be enough for us."
"We will find a way on our own, so that our panda will lean more to her bear friends. Those nightmares of yours, "I’m after all the grizzly bear here. I should be stronger to assist the not so lazy panda now."
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