"Ugh!"
Glen regained his consciousness with much difficulty. Everything around him was covered in darkness and he couldn't see anything.
He tried to move but his arms didn't have any strength. Everything hurt. Even something as simple as breathing was like torture to him. He was thirsty but he was more curious about where he was.
Why was he here?
Where is this?
He didn't remember what happened clearly. The town was getting attacked by the zombies and then-
"ARGH!!!"
As memories of what happened surged into his head, Glen suffered unimaginable pain. He was heading towards the west gate where the town had been breached.
*THUD*
Glen fell from the bed he was laying on while trying to get up.
He frantically searched for his gun. The town was still under attack he couldn't-
"ARRRGHH!!"
This time, an even more intense surge of memories appeared on his head filling in blanks.
As he lay on the ground, in pain and defeated he couldn't help but laugh at himself. Everything was already over. Why was he trying so hard anyway? He had already failed.
*Drip*
Amidst his maddening laugh, tears started to drop from his eyes. On his mind, there was only a single question.
Why?
Why did Wesley betray him?
Why did the crazy b*stards from the Church betray the town?
Lastly, why was he still alive?
This was why he didn't want to be a leader in the first place. He was a failure. If he didn't try, he wouldn't have failed like this in the first place. All those people! All those people that placed their trust in him were already dead.
All because of him!
If he wasn't so incompetent. If he didn't trust the guys from Church. If he could stop them at the west gate.
NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED!!!
*THUD*
Pain surged to his head... It wasn't enough!
*THUD* *THUD* *THUD* -
Glen kept hitting his own head to the floor in the hopes that he might kill himself. He didn't deserve to live anymore. He just wanted to go back.
He just wanted to go back to Underworld and hide there.
He felt sorry towards Old Man Wiley but he didn't have it in him anymore.
*THUD*
With that last hit, Glen's world darkened once more.
***
The man who was responsible for saving Glen watched him from outside the room.
This was going to be harder than he thought. Since Glen was a person who created big waves in this world the man had thought the moment he woke up he would try to leave and get his revenge.
However, contrary to his expectation this idiot tried to kill himself!
Now, what to do?
Glen was a vital piece to his experiment. In order to, see the results he needed him alive. The question was how to ignite his will to live when he was already suicid*l?
In order to see the most natural results, he didn't want to get involved with Glen any more than necessary. Unfortunately, he needed to get involved one last time.
As he sighed to himself, the man took out a pen and started to write a letter.
***
Glen regained his consciousness once again. He could see sunlight seeping in through the crack between the curtains.
He had an intense headache. As he touched his head, he noticed it was bandaged.
Was someone taking care of him?
Glen got up with difficulty from the bed he was laid on. He hated himself. He hated himself for being so weak that he couldn't even kill himself.
It was hilarious, wasn't it?
He, Glen 'Night Rider' Rhodes couldn't even kill himself even though he tried.
Maybe he should just go outside and find himself some zombies to eat himself. It would be more painful but he believed that he deserved to suffer like that.
That was when a piece of paper on top of the nightstand piqued Glen's interest. There was 'READ ME' with giant words written on top of it. Next to it stood a glass of water.
Now that he saw the water, Glen was reminded of his parched throat. With trembling hands, he reached out for the glass and finished it all in one big gulp. Then he took the letter in his hands and started reading.
===
Salutations Mayor Rhodes!
You probably don't know me but I work for you in the administration department that you had set up for internal affairs.
About a week ago, when the attack on the town happened, me and my family couldn't escape. As we were searching for supplies inside the town while waiting for a chance we discovered your body.
We were elated! Even if you were injured, you were still alive. We believed that as long as you were alive you would be able to protect us when you woke up. So we tried everything we could to nurse you back to health.
Unfortunately, you never woke up. Yesterday, we found you on the ground with a head injury, laying in a pool of your own blood. I guess you must have woken up and slipped on something while trying to get up.
Before I continue I have to apologize. Me and my family finally found an opportunity to escape but we can't take care of an injured person like you. So we had to leave you behind. That's why I am writing this letter.
However, we are not ungrateful for your help all these years. So we left a week worth of rations downstairs in the kitchen cupboard along with some bottled water.
Now that we are not taking care of you, I am not even sure if you will ever wake up. Still, I did everything I could for such a case.
Even though we can't see you now, me and my family are really grateful to you. So thank you for protecting us. We are going to leave this continent to reach Dominez Empire and start a new life there.
Hope you survive.
Sincerely, Melvin Sampson
===
"... a new life huh?" Glen murmured to himself.
If only he could also do that. He wanted to have a new life too. But he didn't deserve it. He had too much blood on his hands.
All those people that died because of him. He wouldn't be able to look at their face if he escaped and tried to start a new life.
Glen didn't know what to do now.
He wanted to escape.
Escape and start a new life from scratch just like them but did he have the right?
He spent a week at Melvin's house thinking of his future. On the one hand, he believed he didn't deserve a second chance, on the other, he wanted to leave all of this behind and forget everything to start a brand new life.
He didn't know the answer to this question. But for now, he decided to just ignore it. Even if he wanted to live he needed to escape from this town that was crawling with zombies.
Okay!
Since he didn't know if he had the right to live or not, he simply needed to leave this all to fate. First, clear this town of zombies. If he manages to live, find another town crawling with zombies and kill them. He would keep doing this until he felt like he deserved a second chance at life. Yep, even if he died at least he would learn how to fight against zombies better.
After a week of internal suffering, Glen finally decided to leave Melvin's house.
He donned his navy, tightened his gloves and wore his green scarf around his face. As he walked out of the house his steps were unsteady, maybe it was because he was still not in his best shape or maybe it reflected his indecision.
*Bang*
A zombie peeking behind the fence fall backwards with a bullet wound on his head.
Hearing the loud gunshot, zombies remaining inside the town started to head towards Melvin's house.
Glen started to run like he had never run before.
At the same time, a mysterious man was watching Glen from afar and smiling to himself.