Chapter 4 - Unnamed Chapter

[The Kid]

The next morning, the Kid awakes to hear an animal digging. He looks around. It seems while he was burying Dr. Stevens last night, he fell asleep against the back wall of the building. Looking over at the burial spot, he sees a large rodent digging.

Picking up the makeshift shovel he made last night, he yells, "Hey! Get away from there."

He picks up a rock and chunks it toward the rodent and scares it away. Feeling accomplished, he sits down in complete exhaustion. He barely slept last night and hasn't eaten anything in over a day.

Thinking it over, he should have caught the rodent to eat it. Then he remembered that rodents carry diseases, and he decided to scratch that idea. Looking around, he sees that the further up ahead, there are ruins of some kind of town or city. With his hunger outweighs his fear, he decides to search the closest building for some food. Before leaving, he goes back inside to grab the empty water bottle. While he is in there, he sees the sword shard in the corner with his blood stain next to it. He picks it up and puts it in a nap sack he made with Dr. Stevens's outer shirt.

While leaving looking over at Dr. Stevens's grave, he thanks him again for everything and swears to avenge him.

While searching the first building, he found nothing except a shiny metal trap door in the middle of the room. No matter how he banged on it or tried prying at it, he couldn't open it. He decided to move on to the next building.

After searching another two more houses, he found a body. The body has been lying there for a few weeks, from what he could tell. Looking at the corpse, he noticed it had a hole in its gut. Upon a closer inspection, maggots were finishing off the last pieces of meat left on the corpse.

He looked at its pants and saw something in his pocket. Reaching with one hand down and the other on his nose, he felt inside the pocket to find a rations food bar, the type of candy bar given out during times of crisis. He wipes the shit on the bar and sticks it in his pocket. He wanted to eat it but thinking it might be all he gets today, he decides to save it.

Outside he hears a yell, "No, no, no, let me go. I wasn't meant to be here. Please don't kill me. I'm not a killer."

"Die! You little bitch," said another voice.

A gurgling sound was heard, and then a third voice said, "Don't forget to search his body after grabbing his dog tag."

".. I'm not a killer…" kept nagging at him as he hid inside, not making a sound. Wait, he just realized he must have been sentenced to Killer's Island. He thought it was weird how he ended up in a strange place. A feeling of regret mixed with dread overtook him. He was sent here because he killed the gang banger. He was only 17, and minors aren't supposed to be sentenced here unless they are serial killers.

Sitting there quietly, the people already come and gone. The growling of his stomach finally makes him snap out of his thoughts. He takes out the bar and begins to nibble on it. He decides to only eat half of it, but he really wants the other half. After only standing up and grabbing his nap sack, he eats the other half.

He goes outside to see a darker complexion of a man in his 50's gutted and with a diamond carved on his cheek. Not wanting to stick around and with little energy, he closes the old man's eyes and says a quick prayer and walks opposite the way he heard those killers go.

About 3 houses down, he hides in the closet in the building. He sips smelly water from a bucket at the bottom of a gutter he gathered before settling in. Like the sun, he begins to try to piece everything in his head and plan how he will survive.

Looking down around his neck and in his pocket, he has dog tags. After hearing the killers outside say to collect it, which tells him that it must be important. Then he starts to inspect his beaten and broken body. He changes the bandage on his arm. Looking at the cut, it seems too scabbed over mostly, but he decides to keep a bandage just in case. After feeling his ribs are still sore but are recovering. Then brushing his hand over his face, his busted lip from the hook he took is healing. The cut above his brow is healed. He remembers getting it when his face slammed into the concrete in the alleyway. Then he feels itchiness on his neck. He notices there is a lump on his spine. It is square and "Ouch!" When he pushed down on it, the mechanism shocked him. He decided to not mess with it for now and try to get some shut eye.

[Samurai]

As he slowly walked over to an old building, he looked down at this trap door. A voice in his head speaks to him, "Yeah, just wait. Tomorrow a box will arrive from underneath."

"I know that a knight never forgets anything."

"You know you're not a knight."

"I am a knight, the Eastern Knight."

"Oh, ok, Mr. Knight, you go over there. So, we both can get some sleep."

Samurai leans his broken sword against the wall. He takes off his self-made armor and puts it on a table. He then goes and lays down by his sword and falls asleep.