As they crossed and entered the room, a wave of voices hit them, thousands of the most varied and different voices: low, high, of men, women, children or even the incessant and sly cries of babies. It was screams, cries, laughter or simple silence. And all these voices mingled together to form a single noisy, undecipherable chorus.
With the group of people all standing with their backs to all the bustle of the dorm, as they watched the soldiers and medical staff in silence.
One of the men in relatively medium-sized white coats to his group with short black hair and who wore small rectangular black-framed glasses stepped one step ahead of the others and began to show a welcoming smile as he said in a passive, amusing tone. little cheerful:
Okay, I know you must be full of questions, but first of all you must settle down and calm down first. You stayed here, just find a bed that is available and settle down. Ahh! Don't worry, the fifteen bathrooms in the dorm and of course your basic hygiene supplies as well as a change of clean clothes are on the bed. If the clothes on the bed do not fit them or they have a problem with them, there is a red button next to the door that will call someone to come and assist them. - He ended by pointing to a small round button on the wall that was halfway up the door.
However, when finished, the smile and the happy aura completely disappear giving place to a somber and serious expression, almost as if it had become a completely different person, returning saying:
As with everything else in the world here we also have rules. Rules that must be followed, otherwise there will be penalties. First, you must not leave the dorm if it is not for meals or if requested. Second, whenever requested to leave by an official, it must be carried out without questions. And third and last, there should be no fights, as coexistence and harmony must be absolute, anything harmful to that ALL involved will receive penalties according to their participation. Crimes will not be tolerated.
Now his smile took on a malicious and sarcastic tone. He kept saying:
But of course I know there's nothing to worry about as no one wants to be punished am I right? Well, good rest.
Turning around and leaving the room followed by the other doctors and soldiers all in silence. To the relief of all who had been tense up until that moment by these intimidating presences, the door finally closed, not before a brief, rather suspicious glance from the doctor who had given them instructions.
"Huge"
That was the first word to pop into Satoru's mind as he began to look at the huge bedroom. As he turned his head wherever he looked, there were countless beds and countless people of all ages sleeping, talking or crying in groups scattered throughout the room. The kids who weren't sleeping or too scared to do anything as a result of what they must have been through were playing, laughing and laughing as they ran and jumped.
Poof!
After walking for some time and with a certain demand of effort and persistence, Nakajima finally finds a bed to rest on and which, as explained to him, contained a change of dark green clothes consisting of a robe accompanied by a strip of black rectangular cloth for if you tie a pair of pants, the clothes were made of plain, plain cloth, but despite that, they appeared to be made of an extremely light and soft fabric that appeared to be very comfortable. Besides the simple fact that they are an incredibly better option than your clothes, all bloody and fetid by the strong smell of blood and sweat that permeated them. Furthermore, all along the way looking for a bed Satoru was observed by everyone who whispered as he passed without even bothering to disguise that they were talking about the young man's appearance.
After putting away his toiletries, he finally heads off to take a shower.
"I found!"
During the time he was bathing, several thoughts surfaced in Satoru's mind. Thoughts he had left in the background so he could focus and survive. For there was no doubt that he could not maintain his sanity the moment he stopped and those memories buried in the depths of his ego surfaced. And that was exactly what had happened.
In the bath with her head up with her eyes closed, the icy water from the shower ran down her face and into the rest of her body. Although the water was cold, it didn't cool Nakajima's hot body at all. His body seemed to burn with the hottest flames. In the instant after he closed his eyes, his mind was completely blank, all he could hear was the steady sound of water falling towards the drain.
It was then that the temperature of her already hot body seemed to boil even more and gradually warmer, images of bodies or just bloody parts began to appear, at first a little gray with distant screaming and grunting sounds, which later became more and more distinct. and the sounds louder almost as if they were hearing them at that very moment.
The images of everything he had seen as he ran through the streets, everything he had heard and felt, now overflowed him, feeling the hatred grow more and more strange beasts and mysterious beasts whenever he saw a body or heard a distant scream. Standing in the distance on the street watching the apartment intact.
" Mom! Dad! Sayu!"
Screaming as loud as he could as he ran desperately home. Climbing the stairs and stopping in front of the door, Nakajima hesitates for a brief moment, but quickly puts his right hand on the doorknob and turns it.
Upon entering his kitchen, Satoru is faced with those disgusting beings, bending forward, moving their heads in sudden and hideous movements. The room was totally horrible, many of its furniture had been destroyed by the creatures. In addition to stinking so much that it makes your nose sting and your eyes water.
Feeling something strange wet his shoes, the boy looks down.
" But what?!"
What Nakajima saw:
A wide red path that went from the monster to you. Quickly lifting his head he finds the creature's yellow eyes staring at him. That's how he sees between the sofa falling and torn at the top and the quilt inside falling to the floor and turning red that Satoru sees his mother's body ripped apart with her body completely open and with a lot of blood all around her, had even what appeared to be a liver beside his right arm. Although even the sweet woman's face was deformed, Satoru recognized her not only from her clothes but also from the silver moon necklace that was also bloodied.
The beast then prepares to attack him by contracting his lower limbs. She then quickly, much faster than one might imagine a creature like that could be so agile with such a body, sets off in a leap towards Nakajima with her big mouth full of many teeth dripping with saliva.
In a sudden move where Satoru ends up punching the wall with his right fist, he opens his eyes. Realizing that all this was just a delirium of his troubled heart, the young man washes his face quickly running both hands through it.
As he came out of the shower wearing his new clean change of clothes with his hair messy and wet, with drops dripping from its ends, there was a certain commotion not far from where he was on the right side of the dorm and when he turned his head to the direction from which the din had started: Poof! Satoru gets hit on the left side of his body by someone.
- Ahhh! Excuse me!
The sweet and sweet voice already a little distant now came from a little girl who shouldn't have been more than 11 years old who had her hair down, wearing the same model of clothes as hers. Before she could even recover from the first impact, Satoru was hit in the left shoulder by a boy who was also running. However this time he falls to the ground from the impact received.
- Ooooo! Hmmm, yaba! My bad! Emiiiiii! Run!
The spiky blond haired boy in the simple outfit was a little taller than the girl which made Nakajima conclude that the boy must be about 12 years old, spoke to him with a mischievous smile before turning around again and starting his run again.
- Yoshiiiii! Found you~!
The scream that was easily heard by all around for a considerable distance came from a young man who stood some distance away panting with a certain sheen on his forehead due to the sweat dripping from his hair as he smirked, thus his pretty blue eyes as clear as the clearest sea that existed, they devised an evil plan. Satoru faces the strange figure, he was a young man who must have been more or less the same age as him, one of his physical characteristics that stood out, was certainly his spiky blond hair and the fact that even with his clothes it was possible to see that his body had a certain amount of muscle despite being close in height, the peculiar young man had more mass than him and that's why he might win in a fight. In addition, the figure used the black colored cloth differently, instead of being tied at the waist, it was tied around his left arm with a bow.
When he got up, Nakajima now almost bumps into this other young man who was coming towards him and runs past in the direction where the other two children had gone. But this time prepared, he easily deviates, sliding to the side making the also blonde with spiky hair pass straight. But he couldn't help but turn to face Satoru for a moment, saying:
- Owww! Amazing! Wait, you brats! Get back here!
- Who the hell were those people! Weirds!
After watching until the strange young man vanishes from his sight, Nakajima finally goes back to his bed taking the two necklaces he had cleaned during his bath. He lay on his left side as he watched the delicate necklaces that meant so much to him. And gloomily he wondered how even such small and delicate objects now made such a difference and influence in his life. After about five minutes of admiring, thinking about how he would fulfill his burning desire that consumed him like a phoenix flame that rises from the ashes and is unable to fully extinguish itself, Nakajima begins to feel more and more difficult to open his eyes and will realize that every time blinked, his eyes grew heavier. Until he finally doesn't hear any more noise around him, still holding the necklaces tightly, everything goes dark again...
[Three hours after Agitation]
- Huh! Huh! Oniii-chan! He died?!
They asked the children with their elbows resting on the edge of the bed, their gaze alternating between their brother and the sleeping young man they watched.
- Of course not! Don't keep saying these things!!! He's just sleeping! SLE-EP! Said the eldest of the brothers in a high and paused tone between the syllables. - I think.
- EH! But look at the expression he's making! He's definitely dead! -The boy said with enthusiasm that he did not agree with what he was saying.
- Hmm…
Satoru starts to wake up opening his eyes slowly as the glare from the bedroom was bothering his eyes. Noticing the voices talking about him nonstop, finally understanding the situation, Nakajima quickly opens them. It is then that he sees the figures watching him intently. Making a questioning face at them.
- Who are you?! - Satoru started talking clearly annoyed now.
- We are the Kurihara! My name is Hiroki, Kurihara Hiroki! These two brats are Yoshi and Emiko! -He said while pointing to the two children who were beside him.
Nakajima watched them. The boy named Yoshi was like a younger version of Yankee Hiroki, blonde with spiky hair, the only thing that set them apart was that he wore the black cloth around his waist. The little girl Emiko, looked like a real doll, her long hair straight and loose, falling to her waist, shiny and giving a feeling of lightness to whoever looked at her and his blue eyes seemed to outshine his brothers, true blue topaz. Remembering that beautiful hair, Satoru understands that those children were the same ones who had hit him earlier while they were running.
- You… Now I remembered who you are!
- Ma, Ma! No need to be annoyed! - Hiroki spoke with a playful and radiant smile on his lips. - Really you're right, these are the two brats who knocked you down earlier. And then? -He asked the question turning to the brothers who started making faces, clearly annoyed with the older brother's decision.
- My bad! - Said the boy with a big and wide smile identical to the older brother, closing them and scratching the back of the heads with his right hand.
- IDIOT! - Hiroki then lovingly punches the younger brother. - Apologize right!
- Itatata! It hurt Onii-chan!
The boy speaks louder putting both hands where he was hit.
Hiroki shoots a hawk look at both of them and understanding exactly what he means they promptly say:
Sorry for hitting you Aniki! We're sorry!
The answer came in a syrupy chorus from both of them.
- Right. All well. All well. Just be more careful and watch where you're going when you're running next time! Now that everything is resolved, you can leave.
- Uwaa~Rude. - Said Yoshi.
- Evil! -Spoken Emiko making a face showing her tongue.
- HAHA HA! - Hiroki starts laughing loudly and loudly with both eyes closed. - You're pretty sincere, aren't you?! -He says wiping the tears that had formed in his eyes.
Before Satoru can respond, the door at the far end of the dormitory opens and six soldiers seven soldiers armed with two pistols in brown holsters one on the side of each thigh and an HK 416 rifle in hand enter the room. After placing themselves in a formation in which one soldier possessing a beret and a clipboard stood in front while the other five split into a two-row formation containing two soldiers in one and three in the back.
The soldier with the beret had the same uniform as the others except that on his head he had a beret the same color as the dark green uniform containing opaque green irregular patterns distributed throughout the uniform that was slightly drooping on his left side and still a palm below your left shoulder. Because of this, it was not possible to see how his hair was, only his side could be seen, which had straight black hair and little volume. Lifting the clipboard and analyzing what was written, he announces:
- Make a line in front of me! It's lunch time! -His voice was not serious and was very common without any highlight being unrecognizable in a crowd. However, it was strong enough to be heard by everyone in the dorm without any difficulty.
As soon as he finished calling each of the names he had read on the clipboard, the dorm stirred and people began to move and form two Indian lines in front of him.
- OWW~! Lunch time!
The two younger brothers looked at each other, speaking simultaneously with joy and elation in their voices and a glow that you could almost see stars shining in their eyes.
- UWAA~ It's finally time to eat!
Hiroki places his hands on the heads of the younger ones, one hand on each one's head. The big brother's big hands covered their heads. When heading to the lines like everyone else after 10 steps, the brothers turned and observed the figure still on the bed who had not moved, just watching them walk away.
- What are you waiting for?! You do not come?! If you don't hurry, we'll go without you! And I'll eat your share! - Hiroki said smiling smilingly to Satoru.
Seeing the three strange people meet two other people, a man and a woman who were waiting for them and seeing them smiling as they talked made Nakajima feel homesick and a feeling of melancholy surged through him. However, looking again at the figures what he had seen made him have a little start: Hiroki, Yoshi and Emiko, along with the two figures were looking directly at him smiling as they yelled for him. He then got up from his bed and walked over to they with hair covering his eyes making it impossible to see what kind of look he was doing at that moment.
The soldiers divided themselves into the rows, three on one side and the other two on the other, while the one in a beret led the rows towards the door. The metal door then opens and after everyone goes through it it closes.