Chapter 20: Farm
In to the story.
We cautiously look around the area, hoping to find useful items. It's just a plain grass surrounded by wooden fences.
"Steff, I'll help you climb the gate" I suggested, the perimeters are safely surrounded by reinforce wood about 2 meters tall.
I use my hand for her to jump on, with my boost she easily jumped through the wooden fences. Destroying the lock on the gate, it was chained with iron chain and a padlock.
Steff destroyed it's surroundings of the padlock and forcefully take out the chain without breaking it, it's much easier to break a wood than iron she opened the gate and we entered, cautiously approaching the farmhouse, "This Farm sure is large, don't you think staying here is also a good idea?" Steff suggested
"I won't agree to that, those woods won't stop humans and zombies that much though this wide area is a good place that doesn't mean it's meant for survival, the mansion is still the best option for us" I stated my thoughts
"Hey Souta, there's a house there" Amy pointed, the house was in the middle of the wide farm.
"Hey Souta, we'll be searching around can we do that?" Nana asked
"What? No!" I exclaimed
"But... Lily is already at it" She pointed at her sister who is already walking around
"Oh goddammit what are you two doing, use your gun if you ever see any danger okay? So that we'll come rushing"
"Okay!! Bye bye then" Nana said and ran towards Lily
"Amy, look after them, Me and Steff will explore this house nearby" I said
"Okay, just be careful okay?" Amy said stating her conditions first
"Yup, I'll be careful" I replied, assuring her, she then run towards the twins.
We continued where we are doing and proceeded cautiously, we then knocked on the door, but received no response. Steff who is aiming her pistol at the door, while I wait on the door with my pistol on hand. With no other options, we broke open the door kicking it and entered. We searched the house pointing our guns in each corner, hoping for valuable findings rather than encounters with humans. I decided to check the second floor since the first floor was cleared by us.
Advancing cautiously, I ascended to the second floor, each step echoing through the tense silence. My pistol aimed upward, anticipating the unexpected. Room by room, I turned the doorknobs, the creaking doors unveiling empty spaces.
Then, the final door swung open, revealing a scene that froze time – a terrified thirteen-year-old boy, gripping a shotgun as if it were the only anchor in a storm. The air thickened with tension as he trained the weapon on me, his voice cutting through the stillness, "Hands up, or I'll shoot!"
In that heartbeat, the room became a battleground of fear and uncertainty, where my every move could tip the delicate balance between survival and chaos.
Remaining calm, I raised my hands and reassured the boy, "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you or anything, okay?"
But the boy remained distrustful, shouting, "Shut up! Don't move, or I'll shoot!"
I understood the boy's fear and nervousness. Maintaining my composure, I lifted my hands, a gesture of pacification aimed at the scared boy. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you or anything, okay?" I reassured, my voice steady in the face of his trembling fear.
Yet, his distrust echoed in a defiant shout, "Shut up! Don't move, or I'll shoot!" Understanding the gravity of the situation, I eased the tension by lowering my own pistol to the ground. In a calculated instant, I redirected my focus, executing a swift kick that disarmed the boy, sending the shotgun clattering to the floor. Another kick, strategically placed, created distance.
Swiftly seizing the dropped weapon, I aimed it at the now disarmed boy, a wry grin surfacing on my face. "Hands up, kid," I commanded, the weight of the situation lingering in the charged air.
Complying, the boy raised his hands in surrender. Complying, the boy raised his hands in surrender, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and resignation. Steff, responding to the commotion, swiftly ascended the stairs upon hearing the commotion. "Capture this kid," I ordered, my focus unwavering.
As she restrained and secured the boy's hands, Steff demanded an explanation. "What the hell happened?" she asked, her demeanor reflecting a sudden intensity that sent shivers down the boy's spine.
"He had a shotgun pointed at me the moment I entered the room," I explained, attempting to diffuse the tension. However, Steff's gaze transformed into an unsettling aura of bloodlust directed at the boy.
"Stop it, Steff, he's just a kid," I intervened, urging restraint. "Let's bring him downstairs." The decision made, we descended, the weight of the situation hanging in the air, as the boy accompanied us under the guard of uncertainty.
We then went back downstairs, where I questioned the boy, "Are you alone?"
Returning to the lower floor, I directed my focus back to the boy, probing with a question that hung heavy in the air, "Are you alone?" His annoyance persisted as he sharply retorted, "Yes, I'm alone!" – the anger in his voice accompanied by an intense glare directed at me.
Seeking a strategy to de-escalate, I proposed a risky maneuver, "I'll hold you as a hostage. Tell your sibling to disarm, or you'll pay the price."
He scoffed defiantly, "Heh, like I said, I'm alone. That won't work!" Suspicion tainted his shouts.
In response, I shot a stern glare downward, determination flashing in my eyes. "Get the hell out from where you're hiding! Or I'll shoot this boy!" The threat hung in the air, a tense standoff unfolding in the shadows of uncertainty..
A sudden twist unfolded as a girl emerged from under the bed where we found the boy wete, appearing roughly our age. She faced us with a brave resolve, her voice trembling yet determined. "Okay, you can do anything you want with me, just don't hurt my brother."
Her brother, who was captured by us, tied by both arms and hands, vehemently protested, "No! You can do whatever you want with me! Just don't touch my sister!"
"Don't act like a kid anymore! What do they want from a kid anyway!" the girl retorted, her fiery gaze challenging our intrusion.
In the midst of this tense exchange, the twin we had dispatched to search for something returned, bringing an added layer of uncertainty to the already charged atmosphere.
"Isn't this where the old man lives?" Lily asked.
"Yeah, I think so," Nana replied.
"We really didn't found anything right, but those animals were so cute" Amy said
"Yeah, yeah! Those cows they mooo!" Lily giggled
Curiously, the three of them eyed the scene before them. "What are you doing?" Lily inquired.
"Nothing really," Souta replied nonchalantly.
"Nothing my ass! What happened here!?" Nana persisted.
"Like I said, nothing," Souta replied, avoiding eye contact.
Amy, looking at the situation, she knows what happened immediately. In the room filled with tension, we all exchanged looks, trying to understand the situation better.
I addressed the siblings breaking the silent, "I won't harm either of you. We only want to search this place for supplies. If you'd like, you can join us."
"You two are determined to protect each other. Unlike the others, they might not show up like you two," I remarked, acknowledging their strong bond.
Confused, the siblings asked, "Join? What is this, a game? And why are you looting us? Isn't that just stealing?" The boy asked
I can't help but laughed at their innocence. "Stealing? HAHAHAHAHA! What do you think will happen next? Are you going to call the police?"
The boy confidently replied, "Of course!"
My laughter intensified. "What? Are you dumb? The government and the police are long gone."
Confused and shocked, the siblings struggled to comprehend the situation. Amy suggested that they see for themselves, "Hey, how about you let them see what happened outside? They seems confused, they might have no idea what actually is happening"
I agreed, noting their confusion, "Alright then, you seems to not know what is actually happening, so how about you take a look at the town? Then you'll understand," I proposed, ready to show them the harsh reality of the new world.