*Pschh*
Warm water started to spraying from the shower head. The water fell then flowed down on a masculine body full with already healed scars and wounds.
"Ahhh what's better than a warm shower after a good fight?!"
James sighed in satisfaction, enjoying the steamy shower till he can. Since, who knows how long public services like water, gas, electricity will last.
Done withe the shower James stepped out from the bath tub, he dried himself and put on new clothes. Since he threw his old clothes out because he knew from experience that washing blood out of clothes is tedious and nearly impossible.
Feeling fresh again James walked out of the bathroom into the living room.
*Growl* His stomach growled, demanding the replacement of the energy he used through the combat against the infected.
Feeling hungry James went to one of the cupboard. Opening it the only things in it were just 'useless' kitchen stuff.
'Some times I stagger even myself with my genius!'
He quoted from his favorite tv series and reached behind the 'useless' kitchen stuff then grabbed an instant noodle from his 'secret' stash. Since his wife was a big healthy food lover she banned junk food in the house.
"I should have restocked before!"
Looking at the last cup of extra spicy Rod instant ramen, he regretted not buying them before the apocalypse.
James boiled some water in the electric kettle and opened the noodle then took the package of seasoning out.
*Piii*
More and more steam came out from the kettle until it started to whistle loudly. Indicating that the water is ready.
James poured the boiling water and the seasoning into the instant noodle. Grabbed a pair of chopsticks then he sat down at the dining table and started stirring his ramen.
And after a minute his food was already ready.
*Sluuurp*
'As tasty as ever!'
While happily slurping his noodles, he started to think about what to do with Emily.
*Sluurp*
'Hmm it's not the perfect but this should be the best option...'
Already deciding what to do, he drank the remaining ramen and stood up ready for action.
-x-X-x-
*Bum*
The door leading to a staircase was suddenly pushed opened by a man. He wore thick clothes and he had a tomahawk in his raised hand, ready for combat. As you probably already guessed, the man was James. Who has already dealt with the problem of Emily and now he decided to clear the third floor.
But first he have to get down there somehow. And since he doesn't want to give away his location to the madman who butchered everyone, he decided to use the staircase instead of the lift.
'Phew, it seems nobody is here!'
He sighed in relief after seeing that the stair case is clear. He relaxed his tense muscles a little but he didn't let his guard down fully.
The staircase was poorly lit and eerily quiet. James took every step slowly and cautiously. And after a few minutes he arrived at the entrance of the third floor without a hich.
He looked around, making sure that nothing is going to attack his back. But the staircase was completely empty so he sightly opened the door. But the door wasn't the only thing which he pushed.
*Chiling*
The sudden sound of a glass bottle falling over and rolling, in the silence of the floor sounded like a gun shot!
'Who the fuck left a glass bottle there?!'
James cursed in his head and was frozen in place for a moment like a deer caught in cross light.
But it seems that there is no infected on this floor or just they didn't hear the sound. Because even after a few minutes nothing happened.
He carefully opened the door trying to not hit the glass bottle again.
'That fucking sicko was here as well!'
Unfortunately there was opened door but luckily only just one. James looked around in the corridor first not expecting anything but he actually found a few drops of bloods.
'Somebody got hurt but it was only a minor wound.'
The amount of blood was to little to tell where it came from.
'I should clear this floor then I should be able to figure out what happened!'
Deciding, that it was probably a better idea to find more clues before trying to find out, what really happened. But he still became more alerted.
When he finally walked into the apartment with an opened door, he noticed a few things standing out. And his senses well honed trough out countless battle, now were tingling a little. But he decided to pretend like he didn't notice anything and walked straight towards the living room.
'It's getting more interesting...'
James thought after noticing a body on the floor. He approached the body and then knelt beside it and started to examine it. He didn't have to be afraid of the body since its was already bashed into a bloody mash.
While James was examining the body, his back faced the door leading to the living room. And trough this door a shadowy figure stepped in with a pipe in its hand. The shadow silently walked closer and closer to James which he apparently didn't notice.
When the shadow was just behind James it raised the pipe in its hand ready to strike.
*Thud*
But before it could strike. James suddenly turned around and hit him in the guts.
*Arghh*
The shadow slumped down in pain. Giving James a chance to have a better look of him. However it was against all his expectations.
"What the fuck are you doing kid?!"
The attacker was actually a teenager around seventeen years old. He had combed back short brown hair and green eyes. He wore a jumper with Adias branding. Which had blood on it probably from mashing the head ot the infected in the living room.
"I am not a kid, you fucking grandpa!"
He retorted back in anger and pain. But secretly tried to reaching for his bloodied pipe.
"First of I just became twenty eight just last month and..."
James bent down and picked up the pipe from the floor.
"What do you want to do with this?"
While asking James became serious and looked onto the teenager's eyes.
"Tch!"
But instead of answering the teenager just clicked with his mouth and turned his head away.
"Look here."
But James wasn't bothered by his behavior and started to test out the pipe by swinging it.
"I understand that you are teenager and your life is hard and bla, bla, bla. I was once a teenager like you!"
His swings became more and more aggressive like he remembering back to something frustrating.
"But..."
Suddenly stopped talking and became dead serious. James looked into the eyes of the boy who became a little frightened by the sudden change of his aura.
"I didn't start stabbing innocent people to death!"
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I was a little tired when I was writing the end of the chapter so its not the best... But if you like my novel please vote with your powerstones to maybe get on the podium!