Number Four

The boy strengthens his entire body to walk down the path. He's staggering and swaying left to right unable to keep his balance intact. When he left the girl's house, he thought he would feel sad and cry his heart out. He was wrong. Only emptiness soaking through his heart, down to his soul.

He feels numb. No emotion. No tears. Not even resentment. Just a hollow body with a lost soul.

His eyes stare at the road blankly as he walks unsteadily. The most painful thing for him is that even if he wants to die, he could not because he's immortal. Being immortal is worse than death itself. Why is he this way? Is it because of that injection?

Why only him and the girl? What does the girl's father want from the boy or the girl?

In a split second, a fast bullet goes through his chest. The boy lops onto the road hardly. His left cheek bumps to a rough cement surface that cuts his pale skin. The boy smiles in agony. He can't believe he just got shot. The boy looks up in the direction of the bullet.

He doesn't see any man around him. That is when he feels it, the tingling sense of someone watching him from above. A man above an old abandoned building is startled as he could sense the boy's sharp glare looking right at him.

"Damn I think he has seen me…" The man bends down.

"Should I just kill him off?" he considers his decision carefully.

The boy is having a hard time trying to get up himself with a wound in his right chest. Funnily enough, that wound gives him great joy to him cause it is painful.

"Could it be..?" he murmurs to himself.

The boy waves his right hand while getting up from the ground in the direction of the old abandoned building.

He sits in the middle of the road, hoping that there are no zombies that could smell his blood. Unfortunately, the zombies immediately catch the hint of blood smell coming from him. It is only a matter of time until several zombies surround him.

The boy sees 4 zombies running fast toward him. He breathes slowly and grips his ghost gun. He starts shooting the 4 zombies alternately. He just recently recovered from his old wound, now he gets another one. What a lucky day for him. He thinks sarcastically to himself.

The 4 zombies are weakened but they are still fast enough to catch the boy who is in terrible condition. The boy does not want to fight. Should he try to kill himself again? Maybe this time he'll die for sure. Two zombies bite his neck ferociously. One zombie aims for his right arm and another one clings to his leg.

The boy looks at his skin being shredded. He could see part of his skin in the mouth of the zombies. Blood splattered to his face and clothes. It's twinging his body on many different parts. He just gives in to the zombies eating his body alive. They are deeply immersed in their mealtime.

Bullets start to attack the four zombies. They are shrieking angrily, hating the disturbance in the middle of their meal. A young man with brunette hair shows up in front of them. He shoots the zombies mercilessly. Next, he cuts the zombie's head and checks the boy's condition.

The boy lays on the ground with ripped neck, arm, and leg. His body wobbles uncontrollably as a sign that it couldn't take in the unbelievable pain he has to endure.

"Oh My God! we finally meet again?!" The young man hugs him tightly.

The boy can't move his body at all, he just breathes slowly to control his pain.

"I shouldn't have shot you! I thought you were a zombie! you're walking like one of em," He looks deep into the boy's eyes.

"Do I know you?" The boy pants as he speaks.

"Number four, you don't remember me?" His eyebrows creased not because he is confused but more because he is disappointed.

"Number…four?" The boy asks.

"I'm number one, you really forget me?" He displays a worried look on his face.

Everything turns black after that.