I'm back, after two full months I'm back to continue this crazy story, first of all I apologize for not giving any signs of life, many things happened, both personal and not knowing what to write in the fanfic, this is the sixth version of the chapter.
I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer I do not own the material used in this fic.
Stepping out of the alley from his awakening, Christian took a look at his surroundings. Although he has in his suit, a radar and sensors capable of detecting the presence of any being within 20 meters of his position, it never hurts to make sure of the environment around him with more mundane means.
Without seeing or detecting anything dangerous in his vicinity, he took out his weapons from their holsters and began to explore the place, although before that, he first concentrated on recognizing the surroundings of the place where he was, something that even without his cybernetic enhancements and being completely lost, it's something simple to do.
The environment around him can be described as the typical setting of a recent modern post-apocalypse fiction. Buildings of various purposes and sizes lined up along the street, abandoned cars and trucks of various models, types and sizes scattered around, damp and dark alleys spread along the junction of the buildings and last but not least , dried and rotten blood splashing every inch of the sidewalk and street there. All the places and things mentioned share the broken and abandoned state of an abandoned place, especially how many are cared or with a destroyed or crashed engine.
In short, a movie scene, only in this case it is real life...the punches he gave himself every time he finished an update on his body confirm the reality of all this and he does not have any woman (Black) to rescue , fall in love and have a happy ending…yet…he really hopes that.
Curiously, moving around this unknown and chaotic environment is relatively easy to do given the ability to create a real-time 3D map of your surroundings, 20 meters to be exact, limited in this way for both safety and concentration reasons. in things close to him and not having himself saturated with data.
Data on what?
Well, everything.
Thanks to the combination of its radar, sonar and sensors, its map not only shows every building and alley in the place, but also its small details, things like stairs, gutters and even the sewers of various sizes that run through the bowels of the earth, which connect each building in the place, to all this is added the ability to "see" the interior of said places to make their mapping more complete, however all this pales in comparison to the fact of being able to know the exact location of any living being around you.
They appear on the map as small dots, distinguished by different colors intended to differentiate those detected. Red for unknown humans, yellow for infected, blue for animals, orange for vehicles, and green for allies.
Something to highlight in the case of the yellow ones is that they are greatly absent in the places where Christian is exploring. He is unsure of the reasons for this, beyond theorizing that it is due to ordering his scarabs to devour any zombies in the vicinity (which also posed another problem since he never established what close means, which is bad because every time his laboratory left he left them alone) and that there was nothing that kept them here in the first place (Noise, animals, his mere presence, etc.)
In a way it was a good thing since it made his exploration much easier and calmer, something he liked to a certain extent, you never know when you would enjoy things like that again.
Anyway, even if the place was filled to the brim with that shit, thanks to this and his enhanced senses, the fear of being ambushed had been greatly reduced, not enough for his paranoia to disappear, which It is good since trusting himself would only end up killing him out of arrogance, but enough so that he no longer has to turn off said emotions with his cranial implants, something good due to the fact that he does not want to be completely dependent on them, which in case of Failure would leave him incapable of acting in moments of extreme tension, as well as always wanting to function as a normal human being, both with downs and ups. Which is why he didn't keep himself in a state of constant indifference or extreme joy/happiness, such things would drive him crazy in the long run… if he isn't already, given the things done these days.
Ignoring that and returning to the current topic, one must keep in mind that his exploration did not consist only of him moving from one side to the other in search of something striking (people, objects, zombies), while creating a map of relatively large size. and long composed of the places where it passes (mostly streets and alleys), which has the disadvantage that those places outside its detection range are not in real time, but also analyzing the environment around it through of the scans in your eyes.
These scanners are one of the most important features of Christian's cybernetic eyes, along with the different types of vision available to him (infrared, x-ray, night, etc.), which allow him to know practically everything about his environment, from the simplest things like the components of the hard and heavy earth, to the most detailed things like the composition of the buildings around it, their approximate age, their structural condition and so on.
No secret was left undiscovered thanks to this, whether it is useful or not in the current time, nor forget given that all the information obtained is stored in the computer in your head, located in your brain, which through a series of nanomachines was connected each part of his brain, improving it greatly, which is why he could use the different types of vision without his brain short-circuiting as it was not capable of receiving this type of data.
Curiously, and thanks to these abilities, he was able to detect his presence in the soft, cold and relaxing air around him. The presence of the pathogen responsible for the existence of the undead known zombie beings, the one responsible for the place where he is, being this way, called by himself as the Romero Pathogen (Christian has little originality for names).
Since its arrival and for obvious reasons, it had become one of Christian's main subjects of study, mostly with the aim of destroying it without leaving any traces, the investigation for that purpose had been divided into two different study periods, each separated by a relatively long amount of time.
In both cases, a clear benefit had presented itself at the end of them, whether it was the creation of the healing nanomachines that currently course through his body (although that was more a matter of programming them to attack anything that was not natural to a human body with the exception of his other creations) and the creation of the Kennedy substance, which destroys both the pathogen and any infected being at a molecular level.
Due to these facts, Christian's knowledge consists almost entirely of methods to destroy it without leaving a trace of its existence, plus a few pieces of information about its functioning as a virus, but not much beyond that.
A pretty big failure, given that you never know if he could mutate/evolve, making his nanomachines useless and turning him into a stinking bag of dead meat (not to mention the possibility of the existence of special Resident Evil-type zombies), a quite a big failure, generated by his own incompetence and desire to explore his knowledge in cybernetics and recover his lost arm, leaving said research somewhat forgotten.
He made a metal note, to return to said research later in the hope of improving his understanding of it, something that with new data obtained about one of its forms of transmission (which he did not know because he had never done this before, another failure ) and with a little more concentration, resources, more specialized equipment, time and spending a few points on something related to the broader biology beyond combining humans and machines into a single being, I would be ready to unravel the mysteries of the pathogen, perhaps even finding a way to reverse the transformation.
Thinking about her knowledge is a constant reminder of the cost of it and the waste she had made, especially when the amount she had been given was more than enough to give her general knowledge on various topics instead of over-specialization. that he currently has.
This fact is a direct consequence of his hasty decision-making, decisions that many could argue that the making of those decisions was due to a moment of extreme physical and mental weakness, which, given his dazed and disoriented state as a result of his rare Waking up made things somewhat understandable, but that didn't mean it didn't affect him in some way, especially when if it weren't for the luck of the ladder in the alley and obtaining the Celestial Forge, he would most likely have He would be dead (from bleeding) or turned into a zombie (lost fingers and infected).
In any case, what's done is done and the only thing left was to accept those decisions. Of course one should not misinterpret his words, he really does not regret his purchases and the knowledge he has acquired (he really loves his nanomachines), instead it was more a matter of feeling that in other, much calmer circumstances , these purchases could have been something much more varied instead of the small redundancies that it currently has, such as Cranial Implants and Loading Human.exe, which for practical purposes could well be the same.
"You know you can always ask Celestial Forge about getting points, right? ¨
"Ah…that's right, thank you conscience." He thanked his conscience for reminding him of that fact. "Celestial Forge, what is the method for obtaining purchase points?"
By the grace of Chaos and Randomness, you are informed that the knowledge of obtaining more shopping points is something you have to figure out yourself.
Thanks for your attention and happy survival. |
A look of absolute disbelief formed on Christian's face as he finished reading those words, not so much because of the fact that he had been denied the information he wanted but more because of the formal and simple tone of the words, as if it were an answer. answering machine.
"Well…I didn't expect that" The first disappointment given by himself, some good in a way to remind him about trust and faith about a kind of store of knowledge of unknown origin "Insulting in a way, but given the fact informing about the possibility of obtaining points, not entirely useless"
A good thing given his goal of gaining more knowledge of other areas in order to improve his overall survival abilities, as well as being able to create a good shelter for himself and anyone who would like to join him.
The last thing was something he had been thinking about practically since the second day he was here. Given the presence of the buildings, cars, zombies and their obvious human origin, he concluded that there must be humans in this world.
In general you weren't sure what to do when meeting someone beyond trying to make contact and see if he or they are hostile towards you, which, given the frequency of such behaviors in this kind of situation, was already happening. getting to the idea that he would probably have to incapacitate or kill them. Preferably incapacitate them in order to extract information from them and carry out one or another experiment.
Carrying out these actions did not bother Christian in the least, less because of the cranial implants and more because of internalizing the fact that in other circumstances, being killed would be the gentlest thing that could be done to him, also and far from this point. There was another reason why you are worried about coming into contact with people.
People's rejection of him.
Given his technology and cybernetic capabilities, in addition to the modifications made to his person, Christian did not doubt that people, even if they were not completely hostile towards him, would still be reluctant to trust him (if they were not already. ), more so when he presents/demonstrates his full range of technological abilities/creations, which are far above anything this world has ever seen (as far as he knows), so much so that if one were to look at them with the naked eye, one would think such things as magical or simply impossible.
He is aware of this, that distrust will be the first thing people will have in their hearts when they see him for the first time, not surprising given that he would be the same in their situations or even more paranoid.
To solve this, he devised a series of plans to get people to trust him, things like creating a place full of all modern conveniences and beyond, curing diseases and illnesses forever, including the zombie pathogen, limb replacement. lost with completely superior versions of their biological counterparts and even possessing more time, equipment, knowledge and equipment, a possible way to reverse the transformation of the zombies and return them to being human.
Of course he knows perfectly well that saying these things to any random person out there would only end up with him getting into trouble that he doesn't know if he could get out of alive given the number of unknown threats in this world. Threats which could be so dangerous that the use of Hax weaponry such as a Starbreaker Xeelee could be on the table and even then there would still be significant room for loss. Things like the Netora Ranger, existences beyond space and time, whose nature could be described as an immutable concept on the same caliber as gravity.
This is one of the reasons why he is so resentful of creating and sending drones to explore his surroundings, creating some type of long radius or seeing if there was any signal in his vicinity and one of the reasons he limits the range of his sonar/radar, in addition to the fact that he doesn't want to have too many things on the screen/mind and get distracted, all because he is not sure if there is something or someone with the ability to detect and track him. Which may have the ability to kill him.
Because of this and his need for information about the terrain he is in (as well as his own desire to go outside) he is now doing what he is doing, that is, walking from one side to the other without any fixed direction in search of something. striking.
Basically what 100% of open world video game players do as soon as they start, although in his case and given that he has the Celestial Forge, it is the modded version of said scenario.
In any case, and ignoring whether or not life is a game, Christian dedicated himself to simply continuing to move forward and explore the site in search of something striking, something like…
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"Something like this"
Hidden in an alley, Christian carefully observed the curious scene that was taking place about 25 meters from him.
A zombie horde is the clear description of what it is, a horde composed of undead beings devouring flesh, a wave of death in simple words. Said horde is currently stumbling from one side to the other without apparently moving from its position, all while wild and guttural growls are released by the components of the horde.
Christian theorized that such behavior is due to a lack of anything to make him react, whether it be a loud noise, flashy things, or food, which in the context of the undead and the complete lack of any living being larger than a rat in the street, it's all a living thing.
"Well at least that explains where all the outside zombies went or at least a good amount."
His eyes continued analyzing the horde, however, he quickly encountered the problem of how little visible everything is, mostly due to the large concentration of zombies and the fact that even activating the other functions of his eyes (x-rays/ infrared vision), the problem was still maintained or even aggravated as in the case of infrared vision given the fact that when they are dead they lack temperature and appear as a shapeless blue mass.
"I need high ground."
Christian took a few glances at his surroundings and at his radar in search of threats (not there), and then looked up at the sky or more specifically at the edge of one of the buildings that form the alley where said alley currently shares the same boring, abandoned and simple tone as the rest, in addition to only having one exit and no stairs to climb to the roofs, such a fact would have made many retreat and look for some other place to climb, however and thanks to its weapons this is not the case for him.
This is due to the fact that these weapons are based on the iconic proto-tool used by the charismatic character Rook Blonko from Ben 10. Which can be described as a high-tech multifunctional weapon, this description is revealing of one of its greatest characteristics. , its multifunction. Whether it functions as a simple laser weapon or a missile launcher, it is made and designed to be used in a wide variety of scenarios, both civil and military.
It is under this fact that one can get the idea of the capabilities of Christian's weapons, which were magnified thanks to the fact that it was composed entirely of self-replicating nanomachines that allow it to repair itself in case of being damaged and to absorb energy both the generated by the wearer's own body as well as the environmental one, which eliminates one of the weaknesses of the original design and its lethality, especially when the weaponry used by them is greater than that used by the original proto-tool or at least it is greater in the sense of killing
With these facts in mind it wasn't a surprise what happened next or well in a way it was given how cool it looks.
"Hook Mode"
Given the order given, the weapons quickly began the process of switching to said mode. The main barrel of the weapon was split in two (nothing is seen except a kind of black wall), giving complete freedom to the second barrel, which begins to expand forward, covering a little more the blade of the barrel to which small Beak-like protuberances emerge from the flat edges. The process took a full second to complete, slow by survival standards, but useful nonetheless.
Watching the edge of the roof carefully, he pointed his two weapons at the edge with a firm and powerful grip. Calculations about speed, weight, pressure and gravity were given in his head, said calculations only took a full second to make and complete, and then he ordered his weapons
"To fly"
Squeezing the trigger of his weapons, the blades of his weapons shot out at high speed, both connected by a thick thread made of nanomachines to the main body, he did not feel any recoil from them, this due to the modifications in his body. A soft cracking and breaking sound rang out, confirming the penetration of said blades into the building.
Giving a few nods to the weapons to confirm their penetration strength and resistance, he gave a small nod before pulling the triggers of the weapons again.
His body was raised at high speed as a result of the retracting of the blades, a hissing sound was produced by this action.
Seeing something like this, one would think of a typical action movie/game scene where a character would use a hook gun to access distant or high places, basically one of the most characteristic things about Ada Wong's character from Resident Evil, well and the acrobatics, worthy of one of the spy-type characters in fiction.
Unfortunately Christian is not Ada and unlike her, his knowledge and practices in acrobatics are reduced to simply being able to lift his lazy butt out of bed. Given this one could imagine what ended up happening.
Christian crashed against the edge of the building, which due to the force and speed of climbing caused a loud crash noise and the formation of a silhouette on the wall, only his legs make up said silhouette, this due to the way in which he He crashed, with his torso hitting the edge and the top on top of the roof.
Thanks to the fact that he didn't feel pain, it didn't take him long to push the rest of his body up onto the roof and then get back up, during this entire process he never let go of his weapons.
"Note to self, I need to practice more with this thing" I whisper in an annoyed tone.
Pressing the triggers of his weapons again, the blades converted into hooks were retracted again, although this time and given Christian's position, they did not propel him backwards, but this time they moved to return to their origin.
A soft sound of the alien metal thread retracting sounded in the air, it took less than a second to finish the process and behind them he moved so he could look at the horde in his vicinity.
Squatting on the edge of the building, he observed the large number of zombies that make up the horde, at first glance one could tell that there were more than 100, which thanks to his scanners he knew to be partly true.
The reality of the matter is that the horde is made up of twice that amount, 200 undead beings devouring the living, which as if it were a lake of death and decay, remained still in place. The comparison with a lake comes from the fact that due to the various cars of various types within the horde and how the zombies surround and avoid them, they give the illusion of being stones in a lake.
Looking carefully at the horde, Christian thought about the most efficient way to eliminate it. Thanks to the distance cut with the horde and the altitude, he was able to better appreciate the horde and its functioning, the reason why he knew the number of members.
This is due to the fact that the distance between him and the horde had been reduced to 10 meters (which measures the ceiling horizontally), which causes the map and radar/sonar to have a completely yellow side.
A curious fact about the horde is that despite the fact that some are literally with missing body parts or in a decomposed state, none of them produce a bad smell. Christian didn't know the reason for this, especially with a sun as hot as the current one.
Finally deciding on how to eliminate the horde, Christian stood up from his crouched position and did a few quick stretches. He didn't really need it, but the sensation of doing them gave him a certain enjoyment that he couldn't explain, perhaps due to the fact of what comes next.
The beginning of his extermination plan. A plan that could only be described as stupid, childish, weird and silly, all things that marked his being.
"Alright, here we go."
Christian dropped from the edge of the building, however, unlike when he did so in the building where he kept his sypder, this time he did not use his antigravity and density manipulation to reduce the speed of his fall.
He landed on his feet on the hot, hard street, a crashing sound filling the air, accompanied by the sounds of Christian's suit moving at a slow, gentle pace towards the horde.
Said horde reacted instantly to the sound of the ground beneath them breaking, their heads collectively immediately heading towards the source of the sound, allowing them to see Christian heading in their direction.
The wild, guttural growls only increased at this, the horde quickly began to move in their direction, their gait slow, but steady. In a way that only made it more terrifying, a march of death, which does not stop under any circumstances, except for two simple cases, its destruction or reaching its prey.
Faced with this whole situation, the only thing he could do was put the craziest smile possible on his face. Calculations were made in his head, all targets highlighted in yellow with their heads marked by a white cross.
"Submachine Gun Mode"
Their weapons were altered. The main barrel rejoins into one as it expands to almost twice its original length, the blade loses its protuberances, and the barrel covering it retracts back to its original position. The handle also changes slightly by creating a type of reinforcement on its back, as if it were a stock.
Without hesitation and hesitation, Christian aimed his newly changed weapons at the horde in front of him. A soft sigh left his lips and then she pressed the triggers on his weapons.
A tide of green lights came out shooting from them, each one having the shape of a 9mm bullet, a small and simple size for many, but given the fact of what the shots are made of and their fast rate of fire, such Things didn't matter much. His arms swing from side to side, delivering the shots left and right.
The sight of green lights flying at full speed, along with the sound they produce (a kind of whistle) is something wonderful to see and hear (it reminds you in a great way of New Year's...and when it caught fire), but it is even more the result it has against the zombies.
Destroyed is the only word to describe their states after being shot, their heads and much of their torso practically disappear upon mere contact with them, not only those who are shot receive damage, but also those close enough to those shot. , although in this case the majority lose limbs or large chunks of their faces.
The zombies in the front fall dead without any resistance or complaint, while those behind them maintain their advance without caring about anything beyond the desire to tear their flesh (it is not much) even as they walk over the dead bodies of their peers, the product of This fact, mounds of dead zombies begin to form, mounds that little by little begin to increase until they occupy a large part of the street.
The massacre (because there is no other way to describe it) lasted a total of 5 minutes, 5 full minutes of him shooting left and right like crazy at the zombie horde and everything around it, the last thing is mentioned due to the fact of the gigantic holes where the shots from their weapons impact as a result of passing through the zombies and continuing to fly.
When he finished, Christian just looked at the result of his work with a critical and thoughtful look, this is his first time using his weapons (they need a name) on a living being (not dead) and seeing the result of them, basically his power and capacity for destruction.
"Brilliant"
Moving along the path of death and destruction caused, he saw zombie corpses and mounds everywhere. Thanks to his scanners and his radar/sonar (in addition to the grunts they let out) he learned that under the mounds there are some living zombies (pun intended), they probably fell for whatever reason and began to be crushed under the mass of the falling corpses.
"Well, I think I can consider this a success as far as weapons testing is concerned," he said in a cheerful and happy tone. "Now let's clean this place."
The nanomachines that make up his pants quickly moved until they revealed his calves, and a kind of compartment opened. As if it were a marijuana room, a yellow gas quickly shot out from inside. This gas is the Kennedy substance, its substance kills zombies.
Upon coming into contact with the infected meat, it quickly began to destroy them at a molecular level, until nothing was left. To inexperienced eyes they appear as if they were decomposing at high speed until they did not even leave any dust.
Although the gas spread well across the open terrain, it still required movement around the place for it to work properly and not leave a single zombie, both dead and alive.
When he finished everything, he closed the compartments of his legs, so that they would then be covered again by the nanomachines.
A cloud of yellow gas was the only thing left to bear witness to what happened. Christian thought that in a way this counts as another experiment, specifically knowing how long the gas would last in an open place like this.
"Shit, I need a break."
Physically he doesn't really need it given the modifications to his body, however, on the mental side, he is absolutely exhausted, less from the massacre and more from the long and boring walks he had taken to get here (he had practically walked two full kilometers of pure boredom).
Deciding to take a moment of rest, Christian thought about where he should take said break (sitting outside in the streets, it's just an invitation to trouble, he didn't already have it because of all the noise he made), finally the answer to said The question arose when observing a convenience store on the left side of the street. He knew it was that kind of store from the large, dull 24/7 sign out front.
Approaching the store, he observed the state of it. This state is no different from the others in terms of being deteriorated and abandoned, however, it differs in the fact that the walls are made of (dirty) glass, a pair of double doors mark the entrance to the place. One thing to mention about the glass is that it is bulletproof, he wondered about the level of crime in the pre-apocalypse area.
Pushing the door in order to know if it is open or not, a soft rattling sound sounded to confirm its closed status.
Holstering his left weapon, the nanomachines covering his left hand slid off, revealing the cybernetic hand in the air. A small mouth opened from the middle of his finger, a series of small cables came out from inside, the finger and the cables were pressed against the lock of the place, the cables entered inside. Cracking sounds sounded and in an instant the door opened.
Happy with his work, he put the cables away, then closed the nozzle and let it be covered again. He unholstered his holstered gun and opened the door as he points inside it.
Of course and given his skills he knew that beyond the yellow dot at the back of the store, there are not really any enemies inside, this is just because of his childish taste. A bell rang as he entered.
The store itself is in relatively good condition, which given the fact that it had not apparently been looted or invaded by zombies, explains why. The only bad thing, to say the least, is the fact that there is no electricity, which means that anything that requires it must already be rotten, things like meat and so on.
"What a waste"
Ignoring that fact, the shelves of the store are full and overflowing with food of various types, mostly junk food, seeing this made him wonder how a place like this had not been looted/destroyed.
"Probably because of the glass and the horde"
Christian began to move towards the back of the store, although not before closing the door, not locking it or anything like that, the reason for this is due to the lack of threats on his map.
Going through the entire store, he came to a hallway with a door that, according to his map, leads to the next store, which his scanner revealed to be soundproof (I repeat who owned the store), which is why you can't hear the zombie. inside. Grabbing the door knob, I turn it to confirm its status, which unlike the main door is open, however, before opening the door I look at the map, to confirm the location of the zombie inside, said position. It is literally in front of the door.
"A quick execution then."
The door was opened without hesitation or fear and a zombie lunged at him. Christian responded by hitting him with his left weapon, the head and the weapon crashed into the wall, the head broke, scattering the remains of him on the floor and the wall and a hole in the shape of the base of a handle formed in the wall. .
As a result of this action, his weapon and hand were slightly stained with the remains of the zombie, this was not a problem given the cleaning function of his suit and weapon with the nanomachines that make them up.
Going through the door, he entered the back room. It is within what is expected in these places, a lot of boxes and piles of products (food, low-grade medicines, household things, etc.) spread throughout the room, which has no other shape. to access it beyond the door.
The place is fucking dark due to the lack of light, which given the power generator on one side of the room is funny. In any case, this lack of light did not affect Christian given the functions of his eyes, which changed to night vision.
He moved around the room, avoiding the various boxes on the floor until he reached spawn. It is about those lever generators that run on gasoline, its color is dull red and it is fucking dirty.
Holstering his left weapon, he repeated the process he did when he opened the front door of the store, only in this case no wires came out from inside his middle finger. Said finger directed him to the entrance where the fuel is deposited, he knew this thanks to his scanner that gave him a complete plan of it, which allowed him to know how little fuel he currently has, which is why he is doing what what you are currently doing.
Inserting my finger inside, I suck out a small amount of the flammable liquid. Data about its composition appeared in his vision, nodding at it, he quickly began the process of converting some of his energy into more of said compound.
Something that many forget about matter is that it can take/be in various states, so, under this logic, there would be no problem in which a matter-energy converter could generate liquids, even if they are relatively complex.
Once I finish creating a good amount of fuel, I deposit everything produced inside and remove my finger from the inside. The hand was covered again and he directed said hand towards the generator lever. A couple of pulls were necessary before it turned on, for the light to return to the spot.
Happy with his work, he let out a sigh and put a cheerful smile on his face at it.
"Okay, let's rest."
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Drinking hot beer is, as strange as it may sound, something Christian does a lot. The reason for this is due to the memory of him drinking beer secretly from his family when he was about 8 years old. Happy moments indeed, both because of how euphoric the beer made him and the simple excitement of doing something "forbidden" so to speak.
Sitting on the floor behind the counter, he took his fifth can of beer of the day from his lips. The taste, although ugly and sour, is simply divine in her current situation where she had not taken any liquid since her arrival. Not even eaten, but it was also solved in the form of a bag of chips next to him. Both the beer and the fries are from unknown brands, but edible nonetheless and that's what matters.
Thinking about food and drinks also brought up the topic that he would have to find some method by which he could transport all the loot he obtained today. Given this, the idea of building a mobile base arose in his head, something that would allow him to move from one place to another and be able to rest whenever he wanted in a safe place.
Given this idea, a lot of other ideas formed in Christian's mind, all of these ideas focused exclusively on how he should build said mobile base. Whether it was a simple truck or even a spaceship, multiple designs and shapes were displayed before him, each one more imaginative and crazy than the last and he liked that.
His thoughts about spaceships and crazy constructions were quickly cut off by the sound of a motorcycle approaching. On his map a red spot entered his range, said spot is approaching his direction at high speed.
Immediately after that, Christian unholstered his two weapons and took cover against the counter, so quick was his action and thought that he forgot to put his helmet back on. Moron.
The red dot stops in front of the store, the sound of the door opening serving as a reminder that this is happening, his first human contact in this world.
The human began to move around the store, the sound of a backpack opening and beginning to fill with the things from the store, he sensed that it was food given the sounds of cardboard packaging colliding with each other.
This fact bothered Christian greatly, the reasons why are clear. This is his loot and he was the one who had fought against the horde for the right to take over the site (although at first he didn't do it for that reason), a look of annoyance formed on his face.
He gently leaned out to look at the human, a tall man dressed in a blue trench coat with dark green checks over a sweater with a white hoodie, which is currently placed over his head, black pants, black and white tennis shoes and goggles, his mouth, beard and black hair were visible to the world. Memories of knowing those clothes and person come to Christian's head, but he does not know how to identify them.
Said man, as he had sensed, is currently looting everything possible from the site, eating mainly in a military green backpack. Given this fact the man is currently distracted from his surroundings, completely vulnerable to any attack/murder.
"First information, then see what to do with it"
With a grimace of annoyance on his face and making as little noise as possible, Christian comes out of his hiding place and sits on the counter with his weapons pointed at the man. It was during this process and upon feeling the air on his face that he realized that He doesn't have his helmet on, he cursed the serious carelessness, but still decided to continue with his plans.
"You know, friend, when you enter a place, it is polite to greet its occupants," he said in a funny tone.
The man jumped in fright at Christian's voice, he quickly turned around looking for the origin of the voice. As you make and meet his gaze with yours, the man stares at you intently. No words came out of his mouth, a look of confusion/disbelief forming on the man's face.
"Miller?" the man asked confused.
I raise my eyebrow at the name given by the man, because of his tone and way of saying it, as well as the fact that there are only the two of them, I sense that the man must be confusing him with another person...or actually the owner of this body.
Such a thing was a possibility that had been lingering in Christian's mind since he first learned that this was not his original body, the possibility that he had stolen someone else's body rather than a completely scratch one being given to him. I would have given.
"I know you?" He said false curiosity, since he had no memory of this body's life, it was best for him to fake amnesia/dementia to throw off anyone who might know the original owner.
A look of surprise appeared on the man's face, one that quickly changed to one that was a little more amused, but still nervous and serious.
"Miller, it's me. You, good old physical education teacher" The man lowered his hood and took off his glasses, revealing the face before him, a face he knows very well "See, it's me… Negan Smith"
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Hello how are you?
I hope you are good.
Fourth chapter of the fanfic, in this we can see how Christian explores his environment a little, kills some zombies, we see the operation of his equipment and finally meet an old acquaintance of both the soul that inhabits the body or the body that he possesses. For many, this chapter may seem like filler and it is in part, but it serves well for what comes next.
As always, I remind you that English is not my first language and I am open to criticism.
Thank you for reading.
