Animosity: Undead

Chapter 15

Levy's PoV

Where could that man be? My heart is beating faster.

Some loud noise swayed our focus back inside the building.

''Kris? Is that you?'' I asked. My voice cracked.

''This is not a funny prank, motherfucker.'' Niccolo is in mad.

Where in this eerie place that man could be? This is not fun, anymore.

''Dean and I will be searching him. He must be just inside this building. A sound proof room maybe.'' Jean said surprisingly. I thought she doesn't care at all.

''Why would he be there?'' Loke asked. Kris likes to prank us. Maybe he's just there where Jean said.

''He got the highest curiousity level among us. We'll search for him upstairs. The chance we have of finding him inside this stupid building is 68 percent...outside is 24 percent, 6 percent that he'll be back on his own. And 2 percent that his dead.''

The f**k? What kind of thinking is that? 2 percent chance that he is dead? Jean is getting out of line.

''Then I'll search the lower level of this building.'' Niccolo suggested. Great f*****g idea, Nic.

''There's a lower level that this ground floor?'' Jean asked. Why would there be a lower level? This is insane. I'm losing my control.

''Ah. That's true. This building seems to be a hospital or a laboratory. They will always have lower floors than ground floor. Maybe 5 or 6 floors underneath this shit...'' Niccolo stompped his foot three times. ''Loke, Mika and Levy. Watch for our things here. We'll part ways now.'' Do not order me around, people. My man is missing.

''Where's that hidden stairs?'' Niccolo suddenly said.

Hidden stairs? If it's close...then Kris couldn't even hide there for a prank.

Something is not right here.

''Niccolo...I'll just follow the two.''

''Okay. Be careful, though. You might her something.''

My eyes widened.

''N-Niccolo...''

''Ah. I just thought about that, but regarding your reaction you have...'' he walked towards me. ''...a baby here...'' he touched my womb.

''It's okay, though. I won't tell the others before you do. Kris is the father, right?''

''Yes. I am very sorry...''

''Follow those two. There's something fishy about them.''

''Did they broke your trust?''

''No. There's just something with the two...'' he then get back with what he was doing.

I walk through the stairs, carefully watching my steps. Then I heard them talking just as I was 4 steps to the second floor.

''Jean...seriously?'' Dean asked. What could these two be fighting?

''What?'' Jean angrily said.

''One of us is missing and s*x is in your mind?'' He asked. Huh? s*x?

''You get it every time you want it. Why can't I?'' Jean lost it.

Sex? These two? Huh?

''Those are different situations, Jean! We have a missing friend righ---'' Dean couldn't finished his words.

What happened? I took a peak.

What the f**k?

Jean...Jean is kissing Dean! But...but...but..they're siblings!

Dean pushed her.

''Jean! It really is not the right time for this!'' Right time? This whole thing about them is not right.

''I-I'm sorry...'' Jean apologised.

Jean! This b***h is wishing her p***y to get the d**k while Kris is nowhere.

My blood boiled.

''That's okay... I am very sorry for shouting at you.'' Dean hugged her

''That's fine. It was my fault. I am wondering what could that loud bang moments ago, when we were outside.''

They're changig the topic.

''Ah. That could be Kris or...''

''Something else...''

''Let's try going upsta---''

These two is disgusting. I went back to the ground floor.

''Ewwww...''

Kris's PoV

I followed where I saw the 'something'.

A baby bear? It should be hibernating along with its mother.

I looked back.

''Ah. I'm far from the building.''

My curiousity defeated my nervousness.

In which I walk half a kilometer from the spot I peed, I looked around. A downhill path. and...and... the fuck... I couldn't believe what I saw. There's no f*****g way a bear could do that.

''Holy shi---''

My heart beats so fast that it shouts ''RUN'' to my blood cells. And so I did.

''The f**k was that?! We need to get out here quickly.'' I ran as fast as I can. Tears flowing down in my eyes.

''Who could do that? s**t. That's so cruel.''

FUCK. f**k. f**k.

Levy was all I could think right now and my friends. One, two...no...four? nah. Eight? That shouldn't be important right now.

''Huh...huh...'' I tried to catch my breath. s**t. I stopped, catching my breath. I looked around.

And what I was scared for the most happened. ''FUCK.''

I got lost.

I run again. s**t. Why am I so freaking nervous? I wipe my tears. I can't find my way back. This is s**t. s**t. I looked at my watch.

It's been an hour.

''Where the hell is that freaking building?''

Mist is forming.

''This is gonna be harder thing right now. I have a family to go back to...My parents...my friends...Levy and my child...''

What if I end up like them?

No...I can't...I don't even know the gender of my child.

The future PoV

''What about the history, Grandma?''

''Ah. Our Professor drilled that to our brains.''

''Where is he?''

''He died. 23 years ago because of old age. He quitted being a Professor months after that happened.''

''The history, grandma.''

''Okay. The history of recreational camping is often traced back to Thomas Hiram Holding, a British travelling tailor, but. it was actually first popularised in the UK on the river Thames. Possibly the first commercial camping ground in the world was Cunningham's camp, near Douglas, Isle of Man, which opened in 1894. In 1906, the Association of Cycle Campers opened its first own camping site, in Weybridge. By that time the organization had several hundred members. In 1910 the Association was merged into the National Camping Club. Although the First World War was responsible for a certain hiatus in camping activity, the association received a new lease of life after the war when Sir Robert Baden-Powell, founder of the Boy Scouts movement, became its president in 1919.By the 1880s, large numbers of visitors took part in the pastime, which was connected to the late Victorian craze for pleasure boating. Although Thomas Hiram Holding is often seen as the father of modern camping in the UK, he was responsible for popularising a different type of camping in the early twentieth century. He experienced the activity in his youth, when he had spent much time with his parents traveling across the American prairies. Later he embarked on a cycling and camping tour with some friends across Ireland. Camping is also labeled by lifestyle: Glamping, the glamorous camping, combines camping with the luxury and amenities of a home or hotel, and has its roots in the early 1900s European and American safaris in Africa. Workamping allows campers to trade their labor variously for discounts on campsite fees, campground utilities, and even some degree of pay. Migrant camps are formed not for recreation, but as a temporary housing arrangement. Campgrounds for custom harvesters in the United States may include room to park combines and other large farm equipment. Camping is also popular at air shows, notably at the Oshkosh air show where people often camp in a small tent under their aircraft's wing....''

''History is boring, Grandma...'' she yawned.

''Ah. That's what he always say too.''

''Who?''

''No one.''