A group of more than ten individuals engaged in a confrontation with Arlo, but despite their numbers, he emerged unscathed, defeating each of them without sustaining a single injury. The onlookers were astounded by his fighting prowess and witnessed him standing tall, unharmed, after the altercation with Sam and his friends.
Arlo turned to Tara and inquired, "Tara, is this truly your final decision? " Tara affirmed her choice, stating, "Yes, I want to end our relationship."
As Arlo gazed into Tara's eyes, he noticed a clarity that moved him. Tears welled up in his own eyes, surprising both Tara and himself. With a heavy heart, Arlo turned away and left, clutching a ring in his trembling hands. He returned to his apartment, overcome by sadness, and spent the night engulfed in sorrow. The next morning arrived abruptly, and Arlo with his eyes red from crying, received a call from the college. He gathered himself and made his way to the principal's office.
Inside the office, the principal regretfully informed Arlo that he had been expelled from the college due to the fight that had taken place the previous day. Arlo was taken aback by the news and protested, "Sir, I was merely defending myself and did not initiate the fight." The principal acknowledged Arlo's explanation but expressed his inability to assist in this matter. Overwhelmed by disappointment, Arlo left the office and noticed the gazes of those around him, but he paid them little attention as he walked towards the main gate, eventually exiting the college premises.
Tara observed Arlo's departure, feeling a sense of remorse for how things had unfolded. She admitted to herself, "Perhaps I went too far with my actions." It was the last time she saw him, and as she awakened from her memories, she realized, "I should never have broken up with him. Now I understand the feeling of having no one as family." She was about to say something when the sound of running footsteps interrupted her thoughts, and she murmured, "Survivor."
Quickly, she rushed out of her room to investigate the source of the noise. To her astonishment, she encountered a man holding a metal rod, dressed in a black T-shirt and black trousers. Blood dripped from the end of the rod, and he approached her steadily. Zombies were in hot pursuit of the man, yet he remained calm and collected, skillfully using the rod to dispatch them one by one. With each swing and spin, a zombie met its demise until all that remained were lifeless bodies.
Approaching the front gate of Tara's house, the man, with blood stains on his clothes, uttered, "Open the door." Filled with joy at the sight of his familiar face, despite the blood, Tara hurriedly let him in. The man, expressionless, looked at her and said, "Let's go inside and talk."
Once inside, the man, Arlo, entered the bathroom to wash his face. As he did, he couldn't help but think, "I'm still being influenced by her. Don't forget the pain she caused." After changing his clothes, he emerged from the bathroom to find Tara still waiting for him outside. Without a word, Arlo proceeded to the kitchen to drink some water, and Tara silently followed, uncertain why he had come to her house.
After a brief rest, Arlo spoke, getting straight to the point. "I'm here because my car crashed, and I need your car.
" Disappointed by his reason, Tara understood the practicality of the situation. Arlo continued, "Let's make a deal. I'll inform you about safe places where you can survive, and in exchange, you'll provide me with your car. What do you think?"
Tara pondered the proposal and raised a valid concern. "My car is quite valuable. If you take it, how will I reach the safe place you mentioned?" Arlo felt a surge of anger at her response but refrained from saying anything, knowing it would be futile. Tara noticed his growing frustration but chose not to hand over the keys, understanding that provoking him further would serve no purpose.
"Fine, I should leave first," Arlo stated, opening the main door and preparing to step outside. Before he could proceed, however, Aisha's voice caught his attention. "Master, there are two Spairo Zombies nearby. It would be best for you to stay inside." Arlo exclaimed, "Are you kidding me?" Tara, taken aback by his reaction, wondered if something terrible had occurred.
Arlo closed the gate and informed Tara, "Tara, we might perish here, most likely." Tara was stunned and questioned, "Are you joking, Arlo?" Meeting her gaze, Arlo responded, "Do you think I'm in the mood for jokes?" Tara stared into his eyes and inquired, "What do we need to do?"
Arlo closed his eyes momentarily and instructed, "Pack the essential items you need and bring me the car keys." Tara nodded and began gathering her belongings. Aisha provided updates, stating, "The first Spairo Zombie will arrive in approximately eight minutes, and the second one in fifteen minutes." Arlo asked, "But why were they heading towards us?" Aisha admitted, "I have no idea."
Arlo gave Tara a five-minute time limit to gather her belongings. After a few minutes, he found himself waiting for her outside the house. Tara approached him and said, "Arlo, I'm ready. Let's go." Arlo acknowledged her and started the car, skillfully maneuvering through the zombies that attempted to impede their progress. The road ahead was stained with blood, remnants of the over forty zombies Arlo had dispatched earlier, attracting others who eagerly sought to feed.
As Arlo drove toward his home, Tara glanced out the window, surveying the grim situation. She realized that this might be the end. After observing the outside world for a while, Tara turned her gaze toward Arlo, who maintained a serious expression as he focused on driving. With an apologetic look, Tara uttered, "Thank you, Arlo."