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Chapter 3 Flynn Alistair's POV
The city became the ruins of the past, buildings blanketed with fire, cars pounded to each other, blood coagulating on the floor, bodies strewed, all not in one piece.

The smell of vomit hang victoriously in the air, I guess once you vomit it’s now or never can you be the next Fleater. I’m still haunted by the scream and the bloody mess of Riddick. But this, this city is much more terrifying than that scream of him.

We didn’t and couldn’t find any Fleaters or any survivors like us. More of a ghost town than a city. A game arcade near the plaza was banging music loudly through the dead air of the streets. My father use to take me there when I was seven. I miss those times, when I laugh so hard, when we team up to bust those criminals in the arcade machine. I am never failed to be amazed by these games, you can say so that I can be childish sometimes, but no one can ever made me feel so happy than those game accompanies. Well having a girlfriend is an exception, though I got no one. I wish I could pay some time with them again.



“Look at that bank, money’s are scattered everywhere around it.” Diana claimed and pointed to the wall painted with blood, blood that is splattered in it. I wonder how they kill them. One shot in the head like those in the movies? I guess we’re just gonna have to experiment with that idea. “What an opportunity for the stocking-masked faces holding a gun, money, and their life and fighting those Fleaters and some police at the same time. Now Hades has their life holding their silly souls to be thrown to the pits of the hell.

“There are no rules now.” I blankly said.

“What do you mean by that, Flynn?” questioned Faye while tossing her silky black hair behind her. Although sticky with sweat?

“He means that we can do everything we want now, bash some heads of those fu***ng booholes or maybe you can strip in front of me and no police is gonna come for authority? Huh.” Gabriel interjected with some silly thoughts.

Faye snorted in what you call a “little disgust” and a chorus from the group, “Get a room.”

“Can we try the mall?” Quinn said. A point, thankfully. So we can get some materials, luckily Mr. Stan knows the area, we set foot to the mall in just a five-minute walk, we headed for the clothing section, and who’s idea is it? Don’t ask me. Ask Diane.

“Hey it’s not that bad idea, we got ourselves dirty from the forest, and what is that smell? Oh, I think it’s “us”, and we kill so many sweats this day! Don’t you think clothes are such a bad idea? Anyone?”

The persistent Diana as always. No one as much object with her idea. Still nothing, no Fleaters and no survivors. Weird. When will I see one? Maybe the banging sound at the game arcade attracted the Fleaters to it.

“Be careful.” I said to the girls as they go to the girls clothing section. They nodded. “Something wrong yell at us, ok?” What is this fatherly type am I?

Thirty-minutes later we are all new dressed. I decided to pick up a black Flannel T-shirt and a dark blue Levi’s jeans, and somewhat a black-green sketcher.

We are all dressed up in a comfy way for running, running for our lives. But we all turn out to be walking in a fashion runway models. I’m not saying that we got looks, but definitely we have the great looks. Ha Ha! I smile as I thought that. With the exceptional, Faye and Gabriel, “THE Gods”, the prince and the princess, just looking at them looks like you’re staring at the radiant of the sun. Quinn looks as he just arrived from his country, Philippines. A blue strange t-shirt with Levi’s jeans, and also like mine, Sketchers.

Mr. Stan and Vincent could be twins, in way of redressing themselves, their green t-shirts complimented their blue eyes hiding from their wavy brown hair. And lastly Diana, WTH!! A floral dress again! Oh good lord, what a fashionized girl, she almost look like one with the dress because of her skin, though her black hair tossed the idea of it. I will totally blackout if I will see her again the next time she dress floral!

We guide ourselves store to store to find some useful things, you can smell the burnt food in the mall, and I wonder when will this mall last, that could be dangerous. When we pass by the sports store, “I think we can use those bats to defend ourselves, can’t it? Again, like those in the movies when they use it to bang heads??” Quinn said as he pick one and make a good swing with it.

“Maybe, I saw some movies like it, where they use bats; I think we can use those, until we got something more useful materials.” Mr. Stan said.

“Uh, duh, hello here, so what have you got for us, a metal bat? It’s like we can swing like you guys, we don’t have bulging muscles in front of us.” Faye said as she raise her two arms giving emphasize to it.

“Well, try to be. It’s your only weapon; right now we’re useless, unless we got these in our hands. Take it or leave it, it’s your choice.” I mocker her.

Silence overcome the group as we please ourselves by the bats in our hands, and obviously as an insult a glass stand behind me shattered into thousand glittering pieces.

“Sorry, I was just testing you know.” Faye said as to tease me back and grinned.

“Shh! don’t make some noise, the dead can hear it.” A foreign voice, we turn all at once at the entrance of the store and saw an old lady, not that old, maybe in her mid-40s? Don’t you just stand there, come, and if you’re just gonna make some noise, follow me. Better to join us than to join those eaters.”