Scarlet
I cant help but feel awkward as I hear the conversation going on in the bunker between Belle, Arthur, Julian, and the kid who knows Julian. Because whoever wants to hear about so kid having a crush on you?
Extrely awkward.
Although at this point, the number of people online whove been raining complints on is kind of numbing to it a rather normal thing for celebrities of any kind, I suppose. So I manage to block it out with the equally displeasing sound of groaning zombies.
Whats with that face youre making? Michael asks as we continue through the train station alongside the train in search of more people.
Nothing, I answer while focusing on my hearing to sense for others outside of bunkers. There are more people up ahead.
Gotcha, he says before we all pick up the pace, running alongside the still train till we find a group of people sohow on top of the train with zombies practically climbing over themselves to try to reach them. Which makes them easy targets for us, and we quickly begin to slaughter a good chunk of them before they manage to gather themselves together well enough to attack us back.
I grimace as I watch my mana go down from my usage of blood claws, but at the sa ti, it does make for good training for my blood regeneration skill. Since it increases my mana regeneration too alongside my physical regeneration.
We continue to kill the zombies off most of them being relatively low level despite our closer proximity to the core than before until theyre all dead. Then we all jump up onto the train to check on the people.
Thank you so much! one of them an adult man seemingly in his thirties or so exclaims while falling to his knees and crying.
I frown in confusion.
Whys he crying?
No idea, Tar answers, suddenly speaking again after quite a while of silence.
Where were you?
Talking to my brother, he answers, but my attention is quickly taken back to the two kids with the man who for so reason decide to run up and hug us. One hugging my legs and the other hugging Denise.
Uh
I look around at the others, my hands held slightly in the air, unsure of what to do with them. But after seeing Denise caressing the back of the girls head in a soothing manner, I decide to just mimic her. And it seems to work? I think? The boy hugging calms down a little at least.
Although throughout the process, I continuously have to fight the urge to push the kid away, as this is very uncomfortable for . Eventually though, he calms down and disengages himself, making sigh with relief.
At this rate, youre probably just gonna have to get used to physical contact, Tar says, considering how many tis you force yourself to endure it for whatever circumstances youre in at the ti.
Ugh. I hate to admit it, but you may be right.
Why do you hate it anyways? Tar asks before clarifying, Physical contact, I an.
I glance at the others to find them talking with the three adults, none of which appear to be these kids parents at a glance. aning their parents are either lost sowhere, or they were infected. Neither of which are good results.
So I turn to watch our surroundings as I focus on Tars question.
It started as early as I can rember. Because the first mory I can clearly rember is being pushed around by so of the older kids living nearby the orphanage, telling how orphans should just find a hole to crawl into and die or to get away from them lest I get them sick and other stuff like that.
And believe it or not, I took it to heart. I avoided touching others entirely for nearly a year before Allen spoke to about it.
I glance to the side as I hear the groaning of zombies beginning to approach from a ways down the train, inside of it.
Keep in mind that I was only about four years old at the ti. And at that point, Allen didnt really associate with the orphans very often. So it was a pretty big shock when he pulled into his office to talk.
I thought I had done sothing wrong, and it terrified . The thought of being kicked out of the orphanage...
Tar hums, sounding like hes not really sure what to say.
Allen wasnt as warm to back then as he is now. And he certainly didnt seem to know that much about kids in general, even though he had a four year old daughter himself back then. So lets just say the conversation didnt end very well, and my avoidance of touching people beca more of a fear at that point.
Of course, over ti I realized how stupid it was to be afraid of sothing like that. But by that point, I was so unused to physical contact that it beca uncomfortable to have any anymore. So I continued avoiding it.
And here we are.
Tar stays silent for several seconds as I just keep an ear pinned to the demons both zombies and not zombies letting the others take the job of comforting the people. And as soon as Michael says that were gonna head out, I turn back and ask, We heading across the trains roof or back on the ground?
He looks vaguely surprised by that before I add, There are demons in the train, near one of the entrances. And not just zombies this ti.
His surprised expression turns serious as he considers the options.
If we continue on the ground, theres more of a chance that these zombies will co out and possibly be a threat to the people were gonna be escorting to the nearest bunker. And these demons sound like they have several huntsn with them. Which will be a problem in regard to protecting the people.
Just a single bolt making it past us
Lets travel on top of the train till we reach the next bunker, Michael finally decides, and I nod my head, setting off in the direction of said bunker with the others following after , making a bit of an oval around the civilians.
Scarlet, Tar says out of nowhere with sothing in his voice that Ive never heard before, Im sorry you had to go through all that. If I ever see your parents, Ill give them a good kick for you, okay?
I almost stumble from the emotional manner of speaking I just heard the usually robotic fae prince use. And this surprises the others before I raise my hand to motion that Im okay.
That was a surprise.
But I cant hold back the smile that stretches across my face at that. A real, true smile. Not just a grin, but a smile as I whisper so that only Tar can hear, Thank you.
A few seconds pass in silence.
Although I doubt your kick will do much.
The tanuki just snorts, making chuckle.
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