Dead Beat 7

Hey everyone, it’s here and back again! The new Dead Beat is here and up and running!

Warning: This is a zombie romance fanfiction. That being said there will be ideology and profanity that could be unsuitable to others. Viewer’s discretion is advised, if you don’t like it, don’t read it ^-^

Recap: When we last left our survivors (and extras) you and the team bunkered down in a farm house that had the strangest bloody angel- and it seems our canine friend has been fully led into “the pack” yet trouble strikes when you encounter the uncanny city of “Safe Haven…” by which this is where our story begins…

Enjoy~

“Y-yes… father we have come to be saved…”

A look of incredulousness went through the man’s icy blue eyes before his hands lowered and he smiled.

The guns lowered as well.

Everyone smiled waving out the window.

“Welcome then, to Safe Haven!”

“Shit.” Both you and Robert whispered.

~

The rejoicing of all the hidden people of the town was unanimous- it was almost unsettling, in this new age it wasn’t good to make so much noise- but here they were throwing out confetti about to throw a parade.

“Then we welcome you to our home- let God show us the way!” the elderly man threw his hands up.

You began to walk down the street- Alec growling softly as you clipped on his collar swiftly stepping in front of the dilapidated office building “The Daily Pendleten Post”

Despite all the smiles and waves you couldn’t help but feel as though there were most likely guns still being pointed at you, and a glance at Robert as you all waited let you know he was just as cautious.

“What if they’re crazy?” you mumbled smiling softly waving to a few passer bys- there was even cars on patrol through the streets, and he was about to reply but the broken glass doors swung open like he was entering his own concert- a chorus of claps and cheers announced the slightly wobbling man.
“Welcome wel-“ he took one look at Alec and the two men with guns besides him pointed it to him, you gasped stepping in front as the hunter male growled.

“W-wait! He… he’s not bad.. really… he doesn’t like strangers… and… he’s more like a dog than anything but… he… he could be the cure… don’t kill him..” you spoke frowning, looking into the priests icy eyes.

He seemed to take a moment, his look of cold evaluation as he glared at the hunter made you want to shiver, but you held your ground. He glanced at what must have been his sniper up in a building before his smile returned- just as warm as before.

“So long as you keep him in check we shall do him no harm…” he spoke leaning back slightly in his dingy white robes, his old leathery hands resting on what looked to be a scepter of sorts.

You thought it strange, for though he was indeed filling out his dingy robes he still had flaps of wrinkled skin by his neck, and jowls around his mouth that sagged. It was as if he had lost multitudes of weight and had excess baggage, then gained half of it back leaving his neck look something akin to a turkey’s and his eyes crinkled and sunken. By his shaking and the white hair poking around his ears he looked about 80. This didn’t stop his leading air though, you could give him that.

“I am Priest Halvern, the creator and soul connection with God, as well as the founder of your soon to be home. We welcome you to our group- for those who walk with god shall be saved.” He spoke, giving an almost endearing gaze at the group as his eyes scanned them.

“This is the outskirts of our city- a lookout for incoming survivors and damned all the like, I- as the head of these people have take it upon myself to judge those whom we let in… and those whom must be judged by the holy power himself.” he spoke setting an slightly withered hand to his breast- seeming to shake a little with his old age.

You offered a light smile- still feeling that itching sensation of sweat on your lower back- it was prickly, you knew you felt nervous.

But soon enough he was guided to a golf cart on the side of the street and sat down heftily with a deep groan, looking to you as his gunman sat down. “Now that I have accepted you, you will be led by this dear gentleman Bernard- he shall explain things to you good people. Goodbye my children- I musn’t be late for afternoon prayer!” he spoke almost seeming to laugh as his hand waved them off- the cart rearing to life. And like that the man was gone, and a blond man- whom looked to be at least 40 stared you down, behind the visors of his swat helmet- visor down. You could tell by his guild he must have worked out before hand, he could probably go toe to toe with Robert- though he was a bit stockier too.

“He’s just goin easy on you because you’re a woman…let me say that no one else would’ve, not with that thing you’re bringin in.” he spoke in a slight accent (couldn’t put your finger on it), the tone of his voice was a bit gruff, but it was deep and filled in, almost like he smoked a bit too. There was something a bit quiet and cryptic about his gaze though, something about the seemingly permanent scowl on his maw, and his face was riddled in scratch scars.  You noticed all these things and didn’t bother to look away, he didn’t seem to care either way you looked as he began to walk the group down the street. His black eyebrows were idled with gray- matching his eyes. You tried to pinpoint that tone- but it was a mix of New York and… Texan? Was that possible? It peeved you, but you weren’t about to ask, and for the time being focusing your mind on this strangers place of origin was the next best thing from that itching prickle on your back.

“If you haven’t already noticed if you try and kill me or run away you’ll just be shot dead… we already cleared this side of town. So put your guns down.” He spoke, his leather boots clicking as he walked.

“Now to keep things clear, you are NEVER to talk down on Priest Halvern, it just isn’t done in this city... not after he gave the people all that hope. So just don’t.” he kept walking you down the street, until you began to notice that down the ways a pile of trash was blocking the rode almost 30 feet high, topped with barbed wire.

He stopped, and turned on his side to look at the group. “See that? That’s the wall to the side we haven’t cleared out yet… that’s where you go if you things don’t work out, right over the wire.” He spoke, and you couldn’t help but notice a small deeper frown as he turned his back on you guys, as if something crossed his mind.

You could already hear the slight groan and banging of the undead on the other side, then a couple shots and they were silent.

Those snipers were fast.

He turned to the street parallel to the pile of garbage- it seemed to go on forever clear cut across the whole city.

You wanted to talk to Robert but there wasn’t enough time, and Kyousuke took your hand holding it a little too tight so you didn’t dare break the silence.

“Now what we do to the new bunch of you is we set you in through a system with three levels of society- its separated by different parts of the gates we’ve… manifested so to speak.” He spoke, nodding to a few men as they flashed their lights to him with little mirrors, it seemed to be a sight that he was there with them, and your group was being constantly watched.

“First level’s called the Husk, its just a small outer edge of the middle gate- mostly small dinky shops down the street- you get to make it up like its your own home, but guards patrol and if there’s any problems or fights, we gun you down. It’s not as nice as you’d expect- and it gets food rations last- but you do get fed.” He spoke looking back at you guys. You supposed by his examination of your expressions from the news you looked a bit uncomfortable, and stopped to turn his body towards you as he lightly explained again.

“This ain’t a place where we starve and dehydrate you like those marker places- no those places are shitholes…” he spoke before turning, his eyebrows lightly rising and falling. But his expression returned, that permanent frown as he walked forward again.

That information soured your plans of where to go after this- you glanced at Robert. He gave you a slight nod.

You managed to finally talk, clearing your raspy throat.

“Wh-what marker did you go to?” you spoke, trying to hide the restlessness in your voice, and he seemed not to notice for the longest time, and simply walked, but as you came up to a thin chain-link gate fashioned in the entryway of an alleyway he glanced his head back at you. It was only until after he flashed a card and he was let in by two gunman that he finally replied;

“The one closest to here is right outa town- what’you think?” he spoke with a sarcastic smile on his lips, as he crossed the street to lead you all down a dingy alleyway.

“So as I was sayin, you’ll all be in the pretty much lowest parts for about a month- but if you don’t cause any trouble and want to take a position that can help the center town, we’ll let you in the second level- called the Meat, where all the farming and real working work is done- most people are there.” He spoke, and as you emerged out the alleyway you came up to another gate, this one was padlocked tightly which he opened up.

“It looks like we’re holding you as prisoners but its not that way, you can leave whenever you want- we’ll just drop you off where we found you and you’ll have to go all the way around the city to pass us.” He spoke as the distant sound of people and church bells rang.

He led you all in as he held the door, looking at a small yellow notepad he pulled out of his pocket, licking his finger as he flipped the thin pages.

“Looks like Loui’s Pizza Palace is open for grabs, just follow down the street to the light, its number 25556. Also there’s police around just like there was before so no shootouts- and you’ll get a box with some supplies in a couple hours by a hummer truck, filled with a couple cans of crap, sleeping bags, a lamp, and some soap and toilet paper. Cleaning is done communally and gender separated at the city pool down the street- but you gotta work for that, and any extra things you might like. If you have to do your business there’s portable bathrooms down the street lined up for enough of this area, they get dumped once a day around 6am so don’t expect to go anytime before that.  We use a point system for things.” He spoke stopping at the corner of a street as a cart came to pick him up and he grunted stretching his lower back as if he was done with some big activity.

He sat down in the cart looking at you 5, his beefy arm slung on the back. And with that he settled into his car looking over his shoulder, more at you particularly.

“There you have it, if you want to know the rules of the town just think of it like how it used to be- accept the rules and you’ll be fine- its nicer than any marker dump the media’ll have you believe you can go to.” He turned as the car was ready to start- yet seemed to have a passing thought, and you were about to relax a little, until he turned back to face you.

“Just telling you now, church isn’t required…” he spoke lifting up his visor- staring at the lot of you.

“But he keeps track.”

And with that the car sped off with a little hum.

You watched as he turned to sit comfortably but seemed to remember something turned back his back again calling out.

“You better sit in the back of the church girl!” he called- his voice and lingering accent echoing in the quiet streets.

You didn’t understand…. but just that comment sent a deep roiling of disgust in your stomach, some… foreboding thoughts.

It was only until you saw the cart turn off onto a street that you all felt comfortable enough to speak a few words, turning to one another.

You shuffled on your feet.

“This…” you spoke softly.

“I’m not sure.” The older male spoke.

“This sucks.” Kyousuke spoke lightly, yet didn’t seem particularly displeased.

Chris was silent the whole time- maybe he thought it best to not sound anymore crazy than he looked.

“Well… lets… get settled and sleep… I know we need that…” you spoke, smiling lightly to try and cheer everyone up.

But you couldn’t shake off that last comment.

“We’ll go to church tomorrow morning…” you spoke softly taking the youngest’s hand, the other holding the leash as you walked down the dull gray sidewalks, your face a bit downcast as you whispered.

“And we’ll make sure to sit in the back..” you mumbled, unable to keep the cryptic tone from your voice.

~

The shop door creaked just a tiny pit as you stepped and the whole side of the windows were glass and open to the public, but there was a side room that used to be the kitchen, set with a metal preparation table, and a counter up front. That was where you all collated.

It was old- and still had that layer of grease most fast food places had. And an undertone of garlic you couldn’t shake from your nose.

“Its… not the best but… it beats the hospital right?” you spoke with a light shrug, dropping your bags and things on the table, deciding it best to look at the supplies first before talking about what to do.

There was a small cow clock on the counter next to the rusty sink, it read about 6:30pm.

You pulled out a few cans of chili and opened it up, looking over to see a microwave.

“I don’t suppose it works.” You mumbled, pressing your finger on a number button.

“Nope…” you sighed softly, sticking a plastic spoon in the can and handing it to Robert.” You two can share this. And…” you looked in through the cupboards shooing away a few roaches and found a styrofoam plate, scooping half of the chili onto it, setting it on the ground next to where you tied up Alec to the sink pipe. He sniffed the pile of red food and after deciding it was edible began to scarf it down.

“I think… I’ll just eat this can of potatoes… anything else I might… get sick..” you mumbled, and though the group was worried you couldn’t help but hug the can to your chest and walk to the back where the bathroom was, but the toilet was empty of water. You closed the door behind you, sitting down on the seat as you spooned a plain mouthful of the spud into your mouth.

“M..”

The metal spoon clicked against your teeth.

~

Despite the guard saying in a couple hours it wasn’t until midnight that your box of supplies was unceremoniously thrown in front of the pizza parlor’s door, in which Chris quickly ran out and hauled in the giant box. He was strong for his thin size.

It did have what they said they had, the sleeping bags looked like they had been washed too- a bit fuzzy but they were blue and warm.

“I’m only counting 3 sleeping bags…” Robert mumbled, frowning softly.

You counted out the cans.

3 String beans, 4 carrots, 2 peaches, and one large jumbo can of refried beans.

You turned to Rob.

“Its better than I expected though.” You smiled, the past couple hours you had been sitting on that toilet in that chilly bathroom, just thinking and settling things in your head you weren’t even sure of anymore- it was all being done subconsciously. You set the kerosene lamp off to the side. This could really come in handy when you thought about it.

The toilet paper was carefully set in your backpack as well as the food in Roberts.

“Kyousuke can share with me.” you finished, glancing at the hunter and pulling out the old blanket from way back.

You set it over his shoulders like a cloak in which he sniffed it cautiously before sitting down on his rump, happy for the meal from before.

The younger smiled to himself, sitting in the corner quietly spinning a pizza cutter he had found in one of the mangled drawers.

Robert looked a bit upset by the thought but couldn’t imagine the kid agreeing to sleep in a bag with him or Chris.

The small male looked up innocently, setting the cutter in his pocket.

“I have to go to the bathroom.” He spoke, pushing himself up, taking your hand. You scoffed lightly smiling.

“So I’m the chaperone? …Alright, lets go.”

Robert offered but you somehow expected that if he came they would get suspicious, and convinced him to stay, making sure you had yours and Kyousuke’s gun in your pocket as you pulled up the hood of your jacket, stepping out with a tiny creak.

~

The night was surprisingly peaceful- there was the soft marching of nearby soldiers along the adjacent street and a few haphazard solar street lights flickered on every now and then.

Everyone’s “homes” were hidden behind curtains of clothing the people inside must have fashioned for privacy. You heard the soft muffle of a baby crying within, and looked at Kyousuke. He was looking at his feet smiling.

“Hm?” you spoke softly, squeezing his hand.

He blinked, looking up at you.

“Y..you know- this could count as a sort of date.” He spoke, almost jokingly as he laughed a little.

He was so much better when it was just you around. For some reason any of the other guys made him peevish and a bit rotten. Even you could see that.

But right now he seemed more relaxed, more… happy.

You managed a chuckle.

“I don’t know if a bathroom break is the best date.” You spoke softly looking forward.

With lights up on the roofs of the building- you couldn’t much see the stars, but the moon shone brightly up above in a half state.

It was getting cold.

His small hand was warm, and you sighed softly looking up at that yellowish moon. You didn’t know who to talk to about those bad feelings, that creepy feeling you got form the soldiers last words about the priest, almost as if wording it out would solidify the fact that something wasn’t all too holy about that old man.

You gulped.

“What do you think… Bernard meant.. about the priest..?” you chanced, biting your lip slightly, squeezing his smaller hand in yours.

He blinked, kicking a small stone of gravel before looking up at you.

He sniffed looking forward.

“He’s probably some perv.” He spoke matter of factly.

That wasn’t very comforting.

You could feel those potatoes rolling around like the clothes at the laundry mat.

It was a sort of aching nausea feeling in your throat- and a sharp sharp chill in your stomach- like a icicle was being fastened down your stomach straight to your guts.

“Mm… you think…?” you said weakly, looking down at your feet.

He noticed this, and squeezed your hand. You were to wrapped up in your thoughts to really see his expression, but his head was bowed, and he had that grimace as his hair shaded his face- his dark eyes looking at the ground again.

“I’ll kill him.” He muttered cryptically, catching your attention.

“What?” you blinked, taken out of your trance by the unsettling message- turning your face to fully look at him.

He blinked, looking up at you- and his face was emotionless.

“I said… if he tries anything funny… or tries to hurt you… I’ll kill him.” He spoke softly, offering a warm smile.

“Don’t worry _______, I’ll make sure to keep you close to me- and you won’t have to worry, because I can protect you now that kids can have guns.” He smiled walking with a prouder lift in his step.

You offered a small smile back in consolation.

It was cute…… and unsettling.

He always said those sorts of things with an air of seriousness that you could detect, and it made you feel a stranger sense of wanting to protect him.

It didn’t take a genius to know he had some problems with others- and with that thought as well as his violent need to guard things…. You wanted to ask him what happened before to him but you didn’t think it would matter.

All that mattered now was making sure he was taken care of the right way.

“We’re here.” You spoke, standing in front of the blue plastic compartment.

The port-o-potties, strangely it didn’t smell. He smiled nodding at you, letting go of your hand before opening the door, hopping in.

“I’ll be out soon!” he spoke, and you looked to the side to see a small fountain leaking, and took out a bit of toilet paper and wet it- he would need to wash his hands somehow, no matter how impoverished it seemed.

You took the time to take a deep breath, the nights were colder, you could see your breath- and looked around to see that there was nobody out… not even anyone using the bathrooms.

Save for the faint marching… it was silent.

“You know…. Its hard to sneak around…” the dark voice spoke softly.

You gasped, turning to an alleyway- but couldn’t see anything in the darkness.

No… he couldn’t have followed you guys ALL the way here…

He smiled- you caught his yellow eye down the center of the alleyway.

“It was a bitch to sneak into here.” He spoke with a small chuckle.

~

You blinked, looking around for any guards before trying to nonchalantly walk a little ways towards a fire hydrant, as if to pick up a penny you saw on the ground, and he spoke again.

“You should get out of here…” he spoke softly, it seemed like he was whispering.

“You need to get out…. “he spoke again, making you shiver.

“And why is that…” you whispered just under your breath- knowing he could hear.

He grinned again.

“You already know…” he spoke, his long tongue sliding out from the shadows to flick against your cheek.

You winced lightly shaking your head.

“I- … do you have any actual proof…?” your huffed- but before he could speak Kyousuke jumped out, and ran over to you, leaving you to quickly look away and offer him the wet sopping paper, in witch he cleaned his hands with the thin cheap paper, making his hands covered in rolled of bits of it before he wiped his hands on his jacket- officially dirtying his hands again.

“Lets hurry the back..” he smiled taking your hand, tugging a little as he led you away from the alleyway… and away from the smoker.

~

Sleeping with her-
That’s what we’re going to do-
I’ll have to contain myself…
Oh ______...
Fall asleep soon….

~

You arrived in the room with a happy growl form the hunter, as Robert had moved over the metal table and set up the sleeping bags side by side. Chris was already knocked out cold from the long walk to the city, he snored lightly., and the hunter was tied up to a water pipe near the corner next to the sleeping bags.

“I’ll be sleeping right next to you two.” He spoke, eyeing the small boy giving him death glares.

You giggled lightly at the two before pulling off your hood, making sure the door to the side room was blocked by the metal table before sliding down to your knees, unzipping the bag and settling down in it, Kyousuke quickly scampering to lay down on his side, having already stripped off his jacket, and wore a simple black shirt and his shorts.

“You can’t sleep in your jacket too.. the zipper will bug me.” he spoke pouting, and you rolled yoru eyes lightly before sliding out of your jacket, making sure to keep your gun on safety but left it right next to your body as Robert settled down right next to you both.

“No funny business kid.” He spoke firmly, reaching behind him to turn the kerosene lamp off.

It was pitch black.

He scoffed.

“You’re just jealous..” he smirked nuzzling against your body.

For all the cold thoughts he was having he was pretty warm… and you enjoyed the closeness, lightly wrapping yoru arms around him, letting him rest his head on your chest, sighing softly.

“Goodnight everyone…” you yawned softly.

“Goodnight ______” Robert spoke, facing you- trying to see where the boy was, but he couldn’t.. and hoped to god that you would wake up if anything happened, but sleep overtook him too, and you had conked out as soon as you nuzzled up to the boy.

~

Skin…there was so much warm skin….

She’s so soft… from her cheeks… to her neck… to her chest…

Kyousuke’s cheeks blushed red- he smiled, and leaned into her breasts.

It felt nice being held… and not by the neck.

Something made him so comfortable… he could hardly contain himself as he sighed deeply, closing his eyes.

He couldn’t see anyways.

He would just feel.

And he waited… deep into the night, before his fingers began to slide down her side, feeling the thin fabric of her undershirt under his fingers, and slowly sliding his fingers underneath it.

He sucked in a breath.

It felt different this time.

Not like the other times when he touched those women… they were lukewarm… almost cold.

That was because they were dead but… __________ was warm… warm and not fighting him… she cared about him... and his needs.

He sucked in a small hot breath, barely being able to breathe as he leaned into her chest, gently nipping her shirt trying to tug it down a little more. She wore a simple bra.

Too bad.

It felt strange and different though… something was conflicting with his inner self, and he couldn’t help but hesitate in his trek up her shirt, up her smooth stomach that had a few cuts and scars he could feel.

‘I can protect her…’

He thought to himself, as he stopped, and hugged himself closer- feeling her arms squeeze around him in her slumber- she still smelled warm and sweet to him… he couldn’t keep his fingers from sliding behind her back and feeling the smooth skin there.

No stab wounds.. no blood… just skin… it was so glorious…so…

“Alive…” he shivered in pleasure, really burying his face in her chest, smiling in pure bliss-

He was smothering himself, but he didn’t mind.. not if it was by her… he would die being smothered by her body.

He leaned back- having had an itching thought, it was like a tickle in his back- a sharp sort of tickle.

He slid up until he could feel her warm breath against his face- she slept so quietly now…

He leaned close, whispering softly.

“I bet you want to know…” he murmured- almost seeming to goad himself on.

Just one… kiss

His lips came centimeters from yours.

“I bet you want to know why I like you…” he spoke- his voice a bit gravely and deeper as he could feel a heat rise in his core- beneath his clothes. His hands grazed up her side, the fingers barely touching the bottom edge of her bra.

“Or why I haven’t killed you…” he murmured, a small smile on his face as his eyebrows furrowed.

He was playing games with himself, and had to keep in a small laugh that he wanted to perform.

“But you don’t love me…” he mumbled, soon frowning as he felt a spasming anger rise up in him- but rushed it down, tearing up as he pressed hismefl closer to your body, his hips against yours.

“You don’t even know.” He mumbled out, and he slid back down, burying his face in your breasts again, reaching his arms wound to clutch against you.

His shorts were still tight-

But he wasn’t going to do it now…

The killing instinct... and the arousing rush of seeing blood…. It boiled in him… but it was rushed down by the need for acceptance….

But she was taking too long…

Too long to notice…

It was a good thing he was so nice to her.

“But I’ll make you know…” he murmured, closing his eyes, his fingers sliding form outside your shirt to rest around your waist.

He smiled wide having settled it with himself. His hand travled down your waist to your pants, and slid underneath the denim to touch your underwear.

“I’ll make you know with my body…” he mumbled, lightly squeezing the flesh in his hands.

Because if you could feel… really FEEL the way he wanted to treat you…. how different it was- he knew you would think he was special.. and you would know how special you were…

You stirred- grumbling softly as you clutched him tight.

He gasped softly as you mumbled.

“Kyousuke…” you mumbled, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowing to form a tone that could be compared to chiding.

He hissed, his hand retreating as you hugged him close.

“Mm…” you smiled unbeknownst what he had said and done, and he sighed, nuzzling against you as he closed his eyes.

Not tonight then… but soon enough…

~

It was the ring of the church bells that awoke you all- that and there was a blare going off from someones megaphone.

“Mmhh..” you groaned- the hunter growled, and Robert was rolling up the sleeping bags.

“I guess its time.. to go to church…” you yawned, stretching yoru arms up up as you felt the young boy clutching to you in his sleep.

You smiled, lightly petting his head before patting his shoulder.

“Kyousuke…. Hey…. Time to get up..” you whispered in his ears.

He growled frowning.

“It’s too early.” He stated, squeezing you tighter.

You smiled sitting up, his body slumping down on the goround as he continued to sleep. Robert looked to you, motioning for you to come over and speak with him.

You let the boy rest, sliding out of bed before walking over to the main room near all the windows, and he began to whisper to you.

“______... I havne’t been able to tell you about.. him.” He spoke, pointing over to the child in the other room.

You frowned, yawning again as you began to slide on your jacket.

“What.. you mean that he’s a little… violent?” you spoke, reaching into your backpack to take some of your water- taking a small swig of it.

He shook his head.

“No… ______... listen he’s.. the kids done some really bad things… before the zombie apocalypse- and I mean… really bad…” he spoke softly, trying to gauge your expression as you sipped your water.


“What you mean like.. vandalism… or shoplifting… because those sorts of things are no offense but pretty handy right n-“

“No… nonono.. that’s not even near-! ______ He’s-!”

The sound of a jeep outside honking could be heard, and before anything could be said the door burst open with soldiers, guns pointed at the two of you as you looked to see your old friend Bernard sitting in shotgun.

“Looks like it can’t be helped…” he spoke- his gruff tone a bit sad.

“The head guy wants to chauffer you and your group to the church- give you a little taste of the holy life I think he said.” He spoke, frowning a bit as he glanced at the others in the room.

“You better hurry up… its best to be around him when he’s all jovial and shit.” He grumbled- obviously tired as well- but not kept under such strict conduct as he was before when he was around the head man.

You gulped, zipping up your jacket as the other two funneled out of the room, Chris already up and brightly smiling as he looked at the men and the guns.

“I’ve never been to church.” He spoke in a lighthearted tone, as Kyousuke pushed past him taking your hand. The infected was still chained to the drain pipe- but you felt weary to leave him alone there… tied up like an animal, and quickly went back in the room with him to unchain him, making him sit and with a few coaxing morsels of food you were able to close the room door on him.

“We ain’t gonna mess with your pooch, now hurry up.” The male spoke, and you all hopped into the back of the jeep.

You had to talk to him about yesterday-

About what he meant…

The other two guards that had burst in were walking back- so it was just Bernard and the driver.

You tapped his shoulder, trying to find the right way to say things.

“So…. Bernard.. what.. did you mean by yesterday…?” you spoke coughing a bit, feeling your stomach do sickly flip flops, your hair whipping in the wind.

The car screetched lightly as it turned.

He glanced back at you- he was polishing his gun.

“Just watch yourself is all.” He spoke quietly turning back to his gun- his frown seeming to be inset deeper.

And the jeep wnet through many gates- deep under some tunnel that came out through what looked to be an emptied pathway wehre water would travel out from the aquaduct. It was along the edge of the city, yet the side was baracaded off as well.

“We take people who aren’t allowed in the other parts of the city around this way, its like a secret passageway.” He spoke explaining loud enough to hear over the sound of the wind all around the car.

“Right after the sermon we’ll drop you off at the resource center back in the 3rd level area and you can pick jobs to do to earn money to buy yourself something nice.” He yelled as you went through a tunnel- the echoing of the old ratty engine loud enough to sound like a jaguar grumbling in your ear.

“We’re almost there.” he spoke, and the care drove up a ramp to the city, the left cide blocked off by a fence, but the car was soon let in near the end, where the back of a large cathedral was- Renaissance style with tall pointed steeples, flying buttresses along the side- stained glass windows showing depictions of Christ and his journey to crucifixion… how heartwarming.

The car stopped near the wooden double doors of the back.

The stone building loomed darkly above you all with its height.

You all hopped out the car, and were then led into the church with guns to your back.

“Just don’t let him know you’re afraid.” He whispered into your ear- and in the dim wooden hallways you could hear a booming organ being played to some hymn, and the doors were opened to the main room- where the church was full- and the man himself smiled in his knewly cleaned dingy robes, motioning you in.

“Welcome honored guests…” his blue icy eyes followed yours, and he waved his hand for the group to sit down.

“Here… right in front…” he smiled.

You felt a shiver run down your spine.

And the organ boomed throughout the room.

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A/N: Ahhh~ I know I know… its been so long and this is shorter than I normally do! But I must make it shorter to assure that I’ll be giving you all more frequent updates! Otherwise I keep striving to reach that certain page number and I don’t update until I get it done >u<! I hope you guys still like it though.. and you’re willing to read it. I haven’t cleaned it up yet so there may be a few errors in there… I also fear I’m a bit rusty as well ;w;… but you guys will still read this right? *flails* Onwards~!

Souu~ I guess I’ll ask the jarring question that’s been playing in my mind: What do you think of Kyousuke? His character, his purpose- anything! I just want to take a small poll on how you readers feel!