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I died for the third time. Someone hard camping in pubg at the same place. It can't be that many people on but damn. Can I not get a new guy that is less likely to sit in a house all game!

I dropped the phone on the side table and looked down at Riley.

"So you were joking about the three weeks, huh?" I asked even though I knew she wasn't.

Riley's brown eyes flickered at me. A smirk played across her lips moments before her eyes returned back to that darn book.

"If I admit I was wrong in public, would you reduce the sentence?"

"No."

"What if I.."

"Nothing you can do will make me lessen the punishment for being a douchebag." She gave me a serious look with that fire in her jaws.

Fine, I can hold out. Not like any women won't come and relieve my stress. Being a leader is such a thankless task.

I might have thought as such but on my face was a small grin. I began rubbing her shoulders until she sat up and kicked her feet into my lap. Like a good boy, I began to massage her feet.

Two weeks and six days to go.

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"Out of my way! I just want to discuss something with him!" An angry voice pulled me out of my sweet dreams.

"Ma'am, trust me when I say you don't want to bother him with something this minor." Pretty boy said in a consoling tone.

"Minor! Minor!" Her voice peaks with each word. "Killing my husband is something Minor to you? Taking away someone I love is okay with you? What about the son he left behind! How the fuck can you call killing my husband minor?"

Sighing, I crawled over Riley who was still reading that romance book. Wait, it is the second book now.

I stretched and ignored the looks from Chris and the girl I failed to name. I pulled open the curtain and walked out to see who was making a big deal out of a small issue.

It wasn't surprising in the least that there were people poking their heads out of their cells. Or a crowd gathered a little ways back while a chubby woman tried to break past Jacob and Tyler.

The lady's eyes landed on me and I yawned.

"How could you kill my husband over some fucking lawn chairs! What kind of fucked up person does that!" She hollered in a much louder voice like that would bring her peace of mind.

"I'm sorry, who is your husband?" I knew who her husband was but I just wanted to drop that line.

It must have left her dumbfounded because she stopped and stared.

"I am joking. He's the dumbass that can't follow directions and raised his gun at me. So I cut his head off and left him right where he fell. Do you wish to join him?" I tilted my head and asked politely.

The woman looked around, probably for back up. After all, it's okay to grieve and start a mess but it's a different situation when your life's on the line.

I turned away from her and looked at the crowd of new people. "I'm not some TV show or movie protagonist that has the soul duty to save your life. To make your life as comfortable as it can be." I placed my hands on the railing. "If you push my bottom line, I'm not going to waste resources imprisoning you. Sending you on your merry way or anything that places myself in jeopardy. I'm simply going to end your life and toss your corpse off the bridge."

I turned back to my cell, "this is your only chance to save yourself from my tyranny. Pack what you brought and walk out those doors. Just know, guns won't kill walkers anymore. So I am happy to turn them on you if you have some crazy ideas."

I ducked back into my cell and slid right over Riley. Nudging her book aside as I tried to aim for a kiss but ended up with the cheeks. I knew when to give up but that didn't mean I couldn't hold her, right?

"Why do we have to put up with such a sick tyrant? He killed my husband over some damn chairs, he might attempt to kill your husbands or lovers over the same minor shit." The woman's voice was loud and annoying. "What's to say that he won't reach out and decide he likes you. Such a man won't take no for an answer! There are plenty of examples of such men before this shit. Now that there is no law, he can do whatever he wants if you don't stand up against him."

"Umm, he doesn't have to rape anybody. He has Riley and that girl obviously wears the pants in the relationship. I'm pretty sure he is a masochist because he loves that girl." Pretty boy just couldn't help her.

"Tyler if you don't shut up. I'll make you love your hand for a month." A woman's voice sent shivers down my spine.

I glanced at Riley to see her smiling. "Don't listen to that nonsense. I'll go back to Chris if you extend it past three weeks."

"Am I that easy?" Chris asked as she lowered her phone.

"You can pretend you aren't but I am. You don't even need to wait three weeks. I'm open twenty-four seven, right now." Unnamed girl said.

Riley just flipped a page.

"He doesn't want your bubble gum pussy." Chris went on the attack.

"I'm a Virgin, Miss worn out shoes." Unnamed girl fired back.

I raised my eyebrow, "if you are a virgin, then why are you in a rush to lose it? You can still wait for mister right."

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Chris snorted, "She's a lesbo."

"Better than being a flat chested used doorknob," Virgin girl clapped back.

Riley sighs, "can't you both shut up? Or none of you getting laid." She turned to me, "ain't that right, boo?"

I nodded like an obedient dog but secretly. I was already planning on taking the virgin girl's virginity, turning her back to the fold.

Chris muttered, "man-stealer."

Riley shot her glance and Chris obediently picked up her phone.

I snuggled in and tried to find some more inner peace called dream fantasy.

*****

Not even two hours after lights out, I get hit with the urge to piss. I worked my arm out from Riley and climbed out the bed. Moved on padded feet towards the bathroom.

I glanced at Amala as I pulled up to a urinal.

"I have a question. How did you.." Amala looked for the right words to say.

"Through the great wisdom of about to die in two seconds. If you are wondering how I'm using it then through mental thoughts and great big helping of migraines." I said as I gave myself a couple shakes. "Why don't you look online for some white coats to explain it better. After all, I have been glowing for the past couple of days. I don't see that same sign in you."

I looked her over closely and she covered her chest as if I was fascinated by her big breast and slender waist.

"I'm telling Riley." She has a playful smile on her face.

I grunted and began washing my hands. She pushed a white iPad into my face.

"I already looked and there were others but nobody has anything similar to you. They are just faster and stronger. No glowing eyes or capable of killing someone without moving." Amala clicked a clip.

We watched a guy sparring with a medium size brute. He looked normal except he was a big bodybuilder. That could be explained with the fact he was professionally boxing the hell out of that brute.

Amala scrolled down and clicked another clip. This time it was a woman who was about five six. She wielded a katana and was moving incredibly quick around a group of walkers. Cutting their limbs off before doing a final pass by where she stabbed them in their eyes.

The final guy was using an old revolver to kill dogs. He shot more than twenty rounds for an eight round chamber. I paused the video and slid it back to see that the chamber was glowing softly.

"Given how flashy you look, I had thought you would have a lot more special effects like." Amala sounded like she was complaining.

Ignoring the fact that my eyes glow according to everyone else but it only started when I was emotionally charged and now stays on bright mode, not that I can tell. If we deduce the facts from the speculations. It started glowing after my arm was broken. When I first step outside on a bright day. There were no other signs until I was feeling marginally annoyed. It started back up more when we drove to the prison and stayed as I experienced more sunlight than usual. I also find it more comfortable to be out under the sun than not.

With all these facts, my ability should be related to sunlight. So why could I utilize a translucent disk? Or more importantly, those guys did not look as exhausted as I usually feel after moving around one disk. So maybe the disk wasn't my true ability but a usage derived from it.

I shrugged and smiled at Amala, "so what do you think your ability is?"

She sighed, "maybe I am just stronger and faster? I was already smarter than you so I can't tell if I had gotten smarter or not."

Smarter? Since when?

I held out my hand, "punch me?"

Amala put down the tablet and threw an amateurish right jab. I felt a stinging pain in my palm but nothing to say she was stronger.. maybe I should not base it off my baseline.

"How was it?" She asked with a smirk.

I rubbed my chin and began moving her legs and body into the right posture for throwing a punch. Then I moved her arm back and forth just so she could feel what it was like to be an arrow.

"Okay, throw a punch and try to use your whole body with the motion." I said as I gave her a last look over.

Amala moved her leg back then stepped forward as she threw the punch. You could hear it now but the impact wasn't really what I was looking for.

"Still weak." I mumbled before walking up to the brick wall. I showcased punching the wall, my body following through with the motion. When I felt that she saw enough, I punched a brick wall. There was a loud boom but not much damage to the wall. My hand, on the other hand, hurt quite a bit.

I shook it out and turned to Amala. "Okay, you try."

Amala squared up against the wall like a fucking moron. I slapped the back of her head and she turned on me with a frown.

"So much for being smarter. Can't believe you were about to punch a brick wall after seeing me babying my hand." I mocked her and she had the nerve to blush after looking at the spot I punched.

I held up my other hand and she punched it a few times. I finally felt bored at her display.

"Okay, we can determine that you either haven't awaken yet or strength isn't your power." I said admitting defeat in the pursuit of knowledge.

"Come on, let's try a few more times." Amala didn't seem to want to give up.

I pointed at the wall. "Go ahead then."

She blushed and flipped me off, walking out the bathroom with some angry stomps. It made me laugh and then I turned to Viola who was standing in a stall like she didn't know if it was safe to come out.

"You can come on out. We are done." I said while trying to stifle my laughter.

Viola peeked out and then walked out after realizing it was just me. I could see why she wanted to hide in the stalls. That black t-shirt didn't cover her legs at all. You could see those granny panties and that deep v clearly. Lady might not have any breasts but she definitely had a body I would get behind.

"Oh, hi." She didn't even look me in my eyes but I guess she was worried about her period and if I noticed or not.

"Didn't you have something you wanted to talk to me about?" I said.

Viola gave me a side glance as she washed her hands. "I did have something to discuss with you but it is just to implement a council system. That way if you go off and die, we won't have to rely on someone worse than you."

Woah, worse than me, eh?

Crossing my arms, I started teasing her. "What do you mean worse than me?"

At the same time, I was fiddling around with the feeling of summoning and utilizing the translucent disk. The pressure they were placing on my head was overwhelming but at the same time. There was a very traceable connection to something else deep within my mind. That presence is what I was trying to tap into consciously.

Viola grabbed a paper towel as she turned to me. "Well, you are a little too violent even if you mean well. Let's not leave off the fact that you are a predator to women even if you are not yet forcing them. If we had to give you a label, it would be a well meaning politician that became a corrupted bandit."

I couldn't help but scoff, "you tell me after all these zombie shows, books, online animation to short stories. Do you want some soft man with a penchant for hero complex to lead you?"

Viola rolled her eyes, "obviously we want the corrupted politicians turned bandit lord. I understand that a soft leader will get everybody hurt but it isn't like you can't have a little of the other side. You don't have to channel the extreme."

"Which extreme am I challenging? Considering that to me, my actions have been in the middle of the scale."

Viola leaned against the sink. "Okay, mr. Politician. If you say so."

I think I burst the bubble within my mind. A weird sensation expanding from the depths like a sink that over spilled. It reached a point where another burst from the center of my chest, chasing the four winds. Followed by another at my elbow and knees.

It felt like that moment when you were in the midst of jumping up while screaming, 'yes!'

"I'm not saying you are a bad leader. Exactly the opposite but just that you say things that are harmful to other mindsets. Like leading the young to think women only value our bodies. Which means when the next generation grows up, women will be placed lower in their minds. Also, you spend a fair bit more time with the enforcers than you do with others which place a subtle importance on them and says the rest of us are less important. These small things could be better focused so that the right appeal is given to those who are easily persuaded into one extreme or the next." Viola said when she saw me frowning and being silent.

It took a lot of effort for me to nod my head. "I understand where you are coming from and I should maybe exert more attention on those issues. But right now we are in the establishing stage of things. I need to place a lot of focus on the foundation of resources rather than the foundation that is made of people."

Viola shrugged, "you are the leader with the big picture. I'm just saying what a few of us feel."

I let out a dry laugh, "I hear you sister feminist."

Viola gave me a small frown of disappointment as she walked past.

"I'll bring up the council thing tomorrow at breakfast. Don't think I'm ignoring what you guys complained about just because I joke around or focus on other things. After all, if I can relieve my work by at least seventy percent, then I will be a happy camper." I patted her back as she walked past.

Viola had a bit of slack loosen from those awfully stiff shoulders. I noticed that frown came back when my eyes shifted to her hindquarters. She even tried to tilt her body sideways so as not to let me see the blood stains on white panties.

"Are there any female products you would like me to search for?" I said while tapping my nose.

Her eyes widen and she stuck a middle finger at me, her flat foot quickly leading her out the bathroom and from my sight.

I chuckled and turned to the mirror. There were beads of sweat all across my forehead. Dangling from my brows like cliff jumpers. My nose was basically a hangout joint and my skin was pale brown that almost had a touch of withered remorse.

Even then my eyes seemed as lively as a raid during October. I felt stimulated to the point of my body tingling down to the toe tips.

My eyelids lowered as I stumbled into the depth of my mind. Seeing a glowing crystal orb that reflected many sights that reminded me of a multitude of colors. It almost reminded me of a window's logo during the inactive sleep mode.

I pulled myself away and stumbled off to bed, I slipped under the covers and snuggled with Riley. She only bothered to mumble and readjust her position to better accept my overbearing presence.

Such an odd girl but it's been very relaxing chasing after her wild ambition to change a chauvinistic pig.

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