The day went on smoothly until the headaches started again, his vision blurry, holding his head in his hands as he breathed heavily and shaky, he felt like he could hear his heartbeat faster and faster in his head, he got up, and that's when he stopped. Some of the people he knew weren't people. They were robots. Spying on them. And that's when he screamed, they were hideously terrifying robots. Red glowing eyes, their looming figures. Henry stumbles back into a corner, cowering. "Mr. Swan?" One of the bots that used to be his assistant asked, except for a sweet voice, it was this distorted gravely, it's head tilting as it stood in the doorway.
"Get away from me!" Henry screamed, and then more started to come into his office, some robots some people. Throwing objects from his desk at them, his breathing became heavier, "Mr. Swan...Relax." And then it went hazy as he fell face forward onto the ground. Going in and out of consciousness. The bots and humans surrounded him as he fainted. The bots picked him up, carrying an unconscious Henry into a van, strapping him onto a table in the back of it as they transferred him to a hospital, going into the ER, injecting him with a liquid version of the pills with an IV. Henry was put into a white hospital room, the only outlet was used to power the medical machines, unconscious for a few hours before he started waking up, the people who he thought were the bots peering over him, as well as the owner of the town, Mr. Chadwick staring at him, his hands behind his back, wearing a black suit, his face slightly tilted in the air with his glass eye staring right at him. "Mr. Swan, a pleasure to meet you."
"Where am I?" Henry murmured, before he jolted awake, "Where are the bots? There were at least five of them-" He said as he looked around at the people. Backing up as far as he could into the hospital bed. "Mr. Swan, just relax, you'll be just fine." Mr. Chadwick said, the bots and humans holding him down, trying to break free. "What the fuck is going on?!" Henry said, demanding him to tell him what was going on. "Like I said, just relax, let us take care of you. It would be ashamed to have such a good companion to our society to be replaced." He said, which only made Henry struggle more, "There are no bots, Mr. Swan, You'll be just fine, you'll feel better soon." He said, Henry, punching one of them getting loose as he ripped the IV out of his arm, blood spewing from his arm. He stood up as he smashed two of their heads together. Stumbling off of the bed as the other two went after him as he scrambled up from the floor, running to the door. "After him, you idiots!" Chadwick yelled as Henry opened the door and ran out.
Henry ran out the door and into the streets in the hospital gown. Looking around to see where he was then he proceeded to run down the streets, what he could only assume was the bots who were running after him following him close behind. He ran and ran, pushing past people before he was surrounded by them, hit in the back of the head as he fell to the ground, people gasping in shock and covering their children's eyes. "Don't worry, he's just crazy, we're getting him help. Move along." Mr. Chadwick said, approaching behind the bots as they all seemingly went back to normal in a second as if nothing ever happened.
In the halfway point towards the city and the no-man's land, Owen and Mason were walking on the streets. Something clearly bothering Owen as they walked through the rubble. "Dude, what's up, something is bothering you and it's pissing me off because it's probably something simple," Mason said, glancing to Owen before putting his long hair a ponytail. "I'm just kind of disappointed, that's all," Owen said with a shrug. "Why?" Mason said, raising an eyebrow.
"That the apocalypse isn't like in the movies, I call this false advertising at it's finest. Sure there's mass destruction and whatnot, but what about the goddamn zombies? Where are all the zombies?" Owen asked in a disappointed tone. "Really dude? You're disappointed because there aren't any zombies?" Mason said, looking at him like he was crazy before laughing. "Zombies? fucking zombies." He said as he laughed. "The last thing we need is the damn zombies. I'm glad all we have are the creatures." Mason said, cracking his neck because of the stiffness. "It'd just be more interesting and less boring," Owen said with a shrug, changing his guns cartridge since there was only one bullet in the current one. "Less boring? Well, I'm sorry it doesn't meet your expectations." Mason said, shaking his head. "It's fine, I guess it's just not what I expected it to be; I also didn't expect this to happen anyway, it's like a whole cliche you know? The whole end of the world ordeal." Owen said, Mason, grunting "Eh, I suppose."
"Are we there yet?" Owen complains, they've only been walking for about 15 miles, with 10-minute pit stops in between. "No, we still got a couple of hours of walking," Mason said with an annoyed eye-roll, he was really starting to get a migraine from this kid complaining. Meanwhile, Mason was lost in thought. What would happen if we did defeat the apocalypse? and save the world? Sure the sound of paradise and a new home seems nice but, he's gotten attached to the apocalypse, his bunker, his home, and what's left of alcohol he could find in dusty bottles and liquor stores.
Mason also felt guilty. Guilty for some reason he couldn't figure out because he normally didn't feel guilt.
Mason hated feelings because they got in the way of everything. In all honesty, he didn't know where the city was either. Unsure if they were even heading in the right direction, maybe he felt guilty because he lied to Owen, and Brian, that this whole time he was only really in for the bloodbath that was going to happen between him and the rest of the people. All Mason wanted to do was to go home, go back home where he felt free and less oppressed, back where he could be the vampire that he oh so desired to be, and that was going to happen, very soon. He'll have the front row tickets to the blood bath show, and he'll gladly be watching. In all honesty, Mason really didn't care if people died or not, he just thought that was in his nature, and that was his way of doing things. Killing. Surviving. Living. Repeat. He wasn't about to let any sort of relationship in, because he wasn't weak. He was never going to be weak. Because that's who he was and who he was destined to be, just like his father, his fathers' father, and his father's fathers before him, and he wasn't taking anybody's shit, he wasn't weak.
In another life, Mason used to be a good kid. A very good kid, same with Dean, they just ended up with the wrong people. Mason used to go to school, and believe it or not, he used to give a damn, he used to feel, he used to get excited for Christmas and the holidays, but he was only met with utter disappointment, a sense of failure. Now because of that, Mason felt like a monster, he could kill children even without a second thought. even if it was unethical and inhumane. Mason just didn't care, he didn't care like he used to, and he hated that about himself, he's just trying to find something worthwhile, and if he doesn't, he has a gun.
Owen, on the other hand, was constantly having mixed feelings and struggles with emotion. Unsure if he even wanted to save a man he didn't know if he was even alive or not, he was contemplating every day if it was truly worth the risk. He also didn't know if Henry would still be the sweet, loving, caring man that he knew from five years ago. He didn't know what he should expect, and that scared him a lot. He didn't know if Henry would even want him, or if he thought he was dead and forgot about him and remarried. From where they were in the no-man's land, a certain man was watching them from the city, he knew they were coming, and they were going to be in the rides of their lives, and quite practically, a life or death situation.