The sun had set, everywhere was getting dark and Zoey put on the lamp she had with her, she carried her bag and placed it at her front. She brought out some of the things she needed at that moment.
While she offloaded, she took out a pack of beer, about six bottles in it and she smiled. She loved drinking, and it wasn't like she had a very high tolerance for alcohol, but she just liked to take it, and when she gets tipsy, she turns into something else.
Zoey stood up and strolled to the front of Denzel's tent.
"Denzel! Are you asleep? Come out!"
Denzel began to unzip the door of the tent and he brought his face out. He was not in the mood for anything ever since he heard the news that morning.
"Would you like some?" Zoey lifted the pack of the beer and jiggled it at her front.
It had been long since Denzel drank beer, so he was fired up and he came out steadily, trying to act cool amidst his joy.
"I would take a little."
"Ohh, let's go!" Zoey wailed, turning around, and she sat on the stool at the front of Denzel's tent.
'Not again...' Denzel thought as she sat on it, that was his seat, he then had no other choice than to sit on the ground.
Zoey opened the pack and passed one bottle to Denzel.
"Denzel, is this your first time drinking?" Zoey asked as she pulled out the cover of her bottle with a can opener. She passed the can opener to Denzel and saw that he had already used his teeth to open it. She snickered and put the opener down.
"No," Denzel replied her as he gulped it. He gleamed after tasting the drink.
'It's been ages..' Denzel thought as he took another gulp. He put the bottle down and looked at her.
She drank it steadily, without even stopping to take a break.
"So, Denzel, what specifically do you do for fun here?" Zoey said as she held her bottle away from her mouth.
"Nothing much, just exercises."
"How long do you exercise in a day?"
"I don't know, till I am tired maybe, and I can work out for a long time. If I am to go with the time of the day, I can start at sunrise and end it at sunset, maybe 12 hours." Denzel took the bottle from the ground and took another gulp as he spoke.
"Wow, don't you feel sores or pains on your body after those stress?"
"Naa, not much. Actually, as first, I did, but later I got used to it."
"Well, just some random tips, I think I saw some snakeskin on the ground here."
"Snake skin? Yes, when I kill them I just keep them there because when I use it to massage my leg, they kind of feel better."
"Ohh, you know that? that's what I wanted to tell you about, snakeskin is kind of medicinal." Zoey said and drank the beer till the bottle was almost empty.
"*Burp!*... Excuse me." Zoey belched and apologized to Denzel.
She took another bottle and drank it, and when she completed it, the bottle fell off her hand.
*Sniff*Sniff*
Denzel had just completed the first bottle and he took another. He began to hear the sniffles Zoey made and that made him disturbed.
"Zoey? Huh?" He said to her as he nudged her hands a little. Zoey reacted, looking up, and chuckling to herself as tears dropped from her eyes.
'Is she drunk?' Denzel thought to himself as he heard her cry and laugh at the same time. He tapped her twice and she looked at him.
"Hehe, Who are you? You... you... you must be M...D" She used both hands to cover her mouth. Then she removed her left arm and pointed at Denzel.
'This is not good.' Denzel thought to himself and moved back twice, to make sure something funny doesn't happen.
"M...D why are you here?" Zoey jumped up from where she sat and fell to the ground.
"Please... don't... kill... mee... I didn't do anything wrong... I don't.. want to... die."
"Why is she scared? I am not even moving to her."
"M...Denzel? So it's you, you... My Dad and mom died because of you... Why... Just why... Why did.. you have to just... get in the same.. plane they got in?"
'Huh?' Denzel thought to himself and his face had started to look furious. He wondered who and why the person was impersonating him to kill other people.
"Zoey, calm down.."
"Ohh... It's just you... Den-zel?" Zoey mumbled and started laughing again. She was really drunk.
"Eh! What's wrong with this girl?" Denzel's face looked confused and he wondered what exactly was wrong with her.
"D-e-n-z-e-ll I thought you were at Moun...taly, what... what.. are you doing here...? Why are you in my room...?"
Denzel was dumbfounded, completely, he didn't know what to say, then he stood up and moved to her, he wanted to carry her from the ground.
"Zoey, get up, I under-"
*Whack*
Denzel was appalled the moment she slapped his face. He left her alone and she went back to the ground.
"Ahh...! You molester... Why did you have to throw me back on the ground?" Zoey yelled at Denzel and he looked completely expressionless. He went back and carried the stool she sat on earlier. He sat on it since she didn't want to sit on it anymore.
After about 2 hours of Zoey's madness, Denzel already drank three bottles of beer and he was feeling sleepy. He looked at her and saw that she had calmed down, he stood up.
*Sniff*
She started to weep again.
"What's it now?"
"Denzel, do you know.. that life is just unfair?" She said to him as she sat reclined on the ground.
Denzel witnessed the pain in her voice and he sat back down on the stool. He wanted to listen to all she had to say.
"When I was 8 years, my mom gave birth to my first younger brother, she couldn't even leave the hospital to celebrate her son, when they killed him at the hospital. He died, at the age of Zero and why? because they claimed he was a beast."
Denzel was stunned, she spoke to him all friendly and what? her Lil brother was a beast.
'How the hell did I even live?' He thought to himself, as he listened to her.
"My mum begged at the hospital that day, and they just had to push her away."
Zoey sniffled and dried her eyes.
"Last year, my parents were going to celebrate her marriage ceremony at Oustabale in Hamada. They got into the plane and it was when they were already sailing that they found out that M.D was in that plane, with a bomb on him and what next, they didn't even bother about a way to save them, they just shot a missile at the plane, saying the people on the plane where 'Heroes' that sacrificed their lives for a serial killer..."
Denzel wasn't happy hearing her story, he knew all of it was something related to him, he stood and walked up to her side, wondering what he could do to comfort her.
"I am sorry..." Denzel said and the moment he did, he saw that she already dozed. He snickered and moved to her. He then carried her and took her into her tent. Everywhere was organised and he covered her body with a blanket that was on the top of the sleeping bag.