Chapter 7: Walk

John thankfully spoke before Erin became too latched on to the whole kidnapping idea. 'The man gets too much speaking privilege for your own good Kane.' Erin shot back with a snarky remark. 'That's because I'm the only one with something interesting to say! I'm stuck inside a head full of normal people! It's sickening.' I ignored their banter and took a napkin from the coffee table to wipe myself from the unbelievable amount of nut from my abdomen before pulling my shirt down and standing up to change. "I think we've been inside too much today. Let's take a walk."

I had recently raided all the closets in the neighborhood for anything remotely edgy and created a wardrobe for myself. I had some good finds and quickly slipped on some black jeans with a studded belt, badass boots, a tank top, and a leather jacket. I also put on some cool rings and a dark grey beanie I found before heading outside. Sometimes I found it disappointing that no one would ever see my awesome sense of style, but I still felt confident either way. As I walked, I was too busy thinking about what just happened to me to listen to everyone bicker in my head. 

I thought about how lonely I had been ever since I regained some of my sanity. I guessed that I felt alone when I was insane too, but I wasn't completely sure since I wasn't there at the time. As much as I hated other humans, I felt an annoying part of me that wanted to socialize and perhaps weird people out. But most of me just wanted to see a fucking woman again. It had been so long that I could barely picture what one looked like in person anymore. Some of the scientists who experimented on me were women, but I could barely tell from all the science gear they wore on their faces and bodies. 

I thought about the things Erin showed me and how weird it was that I was so turned on from the darkest stuff. I could only guess that it was from the part of me that was still insane, or that I've had a very violent life. I would still often see hallucinations, although since I knew they weren't real I didn't acknowledge them much anymore. They were just a normal part of my life, but whenever one of them was extremely gory I felt something different inside. I just wanted to keep watching it and Erin sure twisted that into something different. 

Now I was questioning my morality from all the fucked up things I jerked off to. "Hey guys... Do you think I'm a bad guy?" Mary seemed appalled by the question. 'Of course not! Don't let Erin get to you. Just because you like the idea of something, doesn't mean you would ever want it as a reality.' John agreed. 'That's right. What happened back there was most likely out of the typical male craving for violence. Especially since you haven't been sexually active for so many years.'

Erin however, was not in agreement. 'Ha! You guys can bullshit like no other! You're a psychopath Kane! No other man can cream so much after thinking about cannibalism, bestiality, necrophilia, murder, rape, torture, and so many other beautiful things! Face it! You've had a fucked up life and now you sexualize gore as normality. Let's not forget you're not sane here. So yes. I would say you are an evil son of a bitch and that's what I love about you.'

I smirked a little at the thought. "Evil huh? I sure like the sound of that." Mary interjected, confused. 'Wait, you don't mind being a bad person?' I shrugged. "It doesn't matter whether I'm good or not anymore. The world is ending. Might as well have fun being bad." Erin agreed enthusiastically. 'YES! That's right, Mary! He doesn't need you anymore!' Mary started to sniff in sadness and I felt my eyes well up with tears. "Mary, don't cry, if you cry, I'm going to start crying." Mary sobbed loudly as she tried to answer. 'B-But, y-you don't n-need me anymore!!' I covered my mouth with my hand to prevent myself from sobbing as well, but that didn't stop tears from streaming down my face. "But I do need you, Mary. You're a part of me, a-and I, love you so much."

We both continued blubbering and John sighed at the sight. 'Look what you've done, Erin. You triggered his emotions. You hurt Mary, you hurt Kane.' Erin returned John's comment with annoyance. 'Ugh. She really is his weakness. But what the hell are you supposed to be in control of?' John hesitated. 'Uh, an extra opinion? I am just as clueless as you.' Erin spoke suspiciously. 'Maybe you are in control of something, just something Kane rarely uses. What are your desires for Kane?' Before John could answer gunfire suddenly echoed in the distance. Mary and I stopped crying and I wiped my tears away quickly. "My god, Mary. Take it easy next time." She agreed softly. 'I might've overreacted... Anyhow, what was that sound?'

I couldn't see anyone from where I was standing, but the gunshots kept going and sounded close. "Probably some more survivors looking for supplies." I pointed out. Erin then laughed like always. 'Great. Let's go and watch the show.' I smiled and made my way over to one of the buildings and hopped on top to see what was going on. Just as I predicted, there was a small group of survivors unloading rounds into a hoard of zombies. I sat down on the edge of the roof and got comfortable as I watched. "This ought to be good." 

There was a team of four humans against at least fifty zombies, and there were more coming out from the streets around them. I started to make bets with myself as to how long they would last before running out of ammo and being mutilated. As I watched the team struggle, I scanned through them and noticed their features. Two of them were men carrying pistols, and one of the women carried a shotgun. I could barely see her face from the large gun she carried, but I could tell that she was buff as hell.

She would no doubt be the last one alive. 'I'd do that.' Erin giggled evilly. I rolled my eyes. "She's not exactly my type." John seemed curious as he brought my attention back to the team. 'What about the other one next to her?' My eyes went to the other woman who I could see easier. Suddenly my throat fell into my stomach. I couldn't breathe from the feeling that washed over me from seeing the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. I Just Died in Your Arms by Cutting Crew started playing in my head as my eyes fell upon the girl carrying the AR-15.

Her long black hair and gorgeous body shook as she shot rapid fire into the crowd of the undead. She was a beautiful Asian-American goddess, dressed in a red tank top and a white button-up shirt that was open in the front. Perfect for seeing her bouncy bosom and the tattoo of a rose on the right side of her chest. She wore brown leather pants and a black belt with hiking boots, and I started melting from the inside out.