No Longer Human In Apocalyptic World

IDENTITY

Although the sounds of crashing glass did not take too long, it left them in a quiet trance.

One has to know, in order to protect the people from any threatening existence on the surface, the glass walls of Military Base Stations were said to be indestructible enough by many. It was even rumoured to be made of unknown matter from outside of this world.

There are no bullets that can penetrate and surely can withstand heavy high-force repeated impact. Even the old military soldiers kept bragging about it when they arrived at the Station 15 this morning.

If only the breach didn't go out of hand to this point, and then perhaps they might believe it truly.

However, after witnessing it easily shattering in front of their eyes, it was a bit shocking and disappointing.

Maybe, once old braggers see it, certainly those men will be traumatized, you see, they can shut up for a while.

That, if only dead people could talk again.

By the time 18061819's made his way into the dimly lit room, everyone had finally come back to their senses.

Immediately, they become tense and nervous.

For whatever reason, looking back at his cold-piercing gaze made them feel chills running down to their spine. Was it stunned by fear? Or it had to be something else.

Not paying any attention to the other people's probing look, 18061819 briefly looked around.

The main control system room wasn't small though it had an odd layout after being designed into a circle at the last floor of the Researchers Building; facing the north direction where all the latest and high-end computers stand; it stands out amongst the rest of the materials. Nevertheless, all of the connections were cut off some time ago. In this way, these are nothing but useless machines.

Out of supposed twenty members of the Farhana's team, there were left only nine people, eight males and a sobbing female huddling together.

Regardless of the dimness.

18061819 could tell how embarrassing these people's disheveled appearance was; they look like abandoned and forgotten.

Thus, maybe not far from the truth.

Still, it really doesn't concern him. Here, he did not appear to save the people, and he has no plan to do so.

After waking up a few days ago, he had an unknown urgency to see the outside world.

He didn't ask why there are no people on the land or why he was there inside of the hidden facility.

On his days roaming around, he has no memories except the fact his existence is needed to be here.

Gulping, Deserell heard himself asking anxiously, "Who are you?"

Walking forward, 18061819 eyed the group coldly as he appeared.

Hitting the moonlight, shining perfectly on his, there are more descriptive features can be seen--and seen without a doubt s*x of a human male, an average body, and the height is between 5.7 to 5.8 feet--which had made everyone take a second look. 18061819 comes into sight, looking young, handsome and cold.

They can't help wondering whether or not maybe he is not far from being in his early twenties.

Still, the most eye-catching distinctive remark was his pair of red iris, as crimson as blood, that wasn't supposed to be in human features at all. It was a real color, and not just an illusion they were likely to believe.

Now, could it be that he is a Grim Reaper like in the books? With a huge striking scythe on the other hand. It was sending chills down to their spine as they found themselves avoiding looking at it.

There was total silence for a while.

18061819 did not speak a word as he took a step forward toward the only door inside the room. In front of it there were a lot of assembled chairs blocking the path.

He raised his blade and was ready to strike the door using force when somebody called out.

"Wait..." Farhana already guessed it and so had the others.

18061819 wanted to break the door with his weapon.

It was something that everyone thought they knew what its capability it had.

They will not be surprised if the floor suddenly collapsed once after swinging it down.

It is not what they want to happen right now. So, he is willing to try and talk to the other.

"No need to use that." Farhana nodded at Deserell and let him stand up as his other leg was heavily injured. "We can remove the chairs."

"What?" exclaimed the group's only female member, breaking free from her boyfriend's grip and confronting the senior she admired at the beginning of their team. Her voice sounding rough and harsh resulted from her crying earlier. "Senior Far? Are you forgetting beyond that door was full of infected people! Are you wishing for us to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

"Sister Jane, " Deserell started, "We are no longer going to die. Look, a person from our grandfather's fairy tales is not fictional anymore. We can be saved now." The obvious excitement from his tone cannot suppress the lingering happiness within his heart.

A childhood story has become real, of course, who wouldn't be happy about it. But, other people felt different instead. If what he was saying is true, and the existence of 18061819 before them is that similar identity to the characters from Esperanza De Supervivencia, and then why has he appeared now? Isn't this a bit too late? Also, why have they never heard it before from someone in the military? They just couldn't believe it easily.

Jane yelled, "You fairy tales freak!"

Deserell quickly felt embarrassed. He tightened the hold on Farhana's arm as his voice turned low and weak. "I am not."

"Yes, you are! You damn freak! Who would believe those things. If you want to die, go die by yourself."

"Jane, calm down."

"Calm down? Calm down! How could I stay calm in this hellish place." Jane's voice broke, and tears began to fill her eyes. She looked downcast. Her hands were trembling as hard as she covered her crying face. "I just want to go home...is that too much to ask for?"

"No." Reaching for her was the lover she had for two months back in the academy. Strong arms crept up to wrap around her shaken body, a finger traced along the strands of her locks, and with the murmurs of comforting words. Her lover hoped the worst situation would be over.

Turning a blind eye to the pair of lovebirds.

Farhana refocused on the waiting 18061819 who is watching them in silence.

When he wanted to ask the other person about his identity, he found himself not doing it.

Maybe it is better to talk about it later. He stride forward to begin his intention, seeing him working for it, others are hesitant at first but follow him in the end.

"If I get killed from this. I will make sure to become a ghost and haunt you, Farhana." Another young man chuckled trying to ease the tense atmosphere as they moved near a complete unknown human being who's obviously far from being a normal person.

"If that is what the Senior would like to do, I will take responsibility."

"I wouldn't blame you for this as long as we can get out of this place."

"Thank you for that, Senior." Farhana replied to another older person when he was helping Deserell to push the chair away.

Soon the things they placed in front of the door for safety measures were removed. A sudden bang coming from the other side made them freeze on the spot. A shot of unease tingled and fear started crawling back on their skins. It reminded them of something that happened earlier. How did they lock themselves inside to begin with? It was because of the mutated beast in the hallways and stairs.

Without making sound or unnecessary actions.

They held their breath, internally hoping their choices were right, and stepped at the back.

Letting the unknown 18061819 do what he is intended to do.

Even if he don't reach for the handle, he was sensing the movements on the other side. There is a low and aggressive sound, and 18061819 concluded it was coming from those similar beasts he encountered on the road.

He turned his head and looked at the group of young people for the last warning and said, "Don't interfere."