Author's Rant: It can be said that everything that we humans do have something behind it to convince someone, that someone can be you yourself. Even if you are drinking a cup of coffee you are convincing yourself that it tastes good. No matter how small it may be, there will definitely be that something to convince. You every action, your very speech and your motion are aimed to convince someone.

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Time waits for no man, its the saying of the old. Just like all their words, it can be trusted.

As Keta was busy in deciding, the time for the old man was already running out. The zombies had already besieged the car. Now the old man couldn't escape even if he wanted to, he had successfully prolonged his life but at the cost of watching this live horror in front of his eyes.

'Damnit I am not that smart anyway.....fuck it!' shouted Keta in his mind as he rushed towards the kitchen door. In the middle of his charge a question popped up in his mind.

'Right now he was in the kitchen, previously all the noise attracted the zombies to the living hall, now even streets are filled with zombies because of his doings'

'So if he does go this way, and even somehow manages to kill his way out of the living hall, then continue killing all the way to the old man, it would already be too late'

'But he was no war god with boundless strength to kill all the zombies so clearly what he was going to do was same as sentencing himself to his own death' thought Keta.

'I think from now on, even if I am not smart, I should think real hard before making any move' said Keta while laughing dryly as if mocking himself.

After thinking for some more time, he had an idea. No he remembered an idea from a movie he had seen. He quickly rushed towards the kitchen drawer, hoping his mom kept them.

Yes, there they were. Big and thick supermarket plastic bags. He could tie them all together and make a rope, by tying the rope with the corner water pipe which is embedded in the wall, he can leap down from the window. Just like how that girl with long hair used her hair to escape from the tall castle.

The plastic bags were used to hold very large quantities of material, so holding his weight was not a problem for them.

Just as he finished the preparations, he was ready to become the Spider man. Another thought just came in, totally ruining his happy parade.

Now if he uses this way to leap out of the window and go down to save the old man, one how does he plan to save the old man once he is down there. Two, once he does save the old man, how does he plan to get to his safe heaven, because with his weak strength he can't possibly pull himself backup, and even if he had enough strength to pull himself backup, the zombies won't just be staring at him leaving, they will rip him to shreds before anything.

Once again he halted his steps and started to think. One after another plan was being rejected by his mind. Finally after putting a lot of effort he thought of a satisfactory plan to save the old man. Only he couldn't return here. There was no way.

Biting his lips, he made a tough decision. He took another plastic bag, this one was relatively a lot smaller. He then took out another one, ripped its straps and tied them to the previous one in a way that now it looked more like a school bag, that could be hung on shoulders.

Keta didn't stop here. He took another bag out and once again ripped its straps, this time he made holes in upper middle part of the previous plastic bag and passed the straps through it. Then he hung the bag on his shoulders and tied the additional straps on his waist like a belt. The bag was now perfectly glued with his body.

He just filled it with food supplies and some knifes. Time was already short, there was was no spare time to go to the living hall and grab the medicinal supplies. He could only rely on what he could see in his vision.

Quickly after packing his bag, he put his plan into motion. As soon as he jumped out of the window, he realized to his horror that he was going away from the wall. His original plan was to do this, like how mountain climbers do. But in his excitement he jumped hard and now he was going more and more further away from the wall.

He clenched the rope he made hard, this stopped his momentum a bit, but now he was being pulled towards the wall at high speed. Unable to stop himself, his face crashed in the wall, yes it was the all popular face wall in flesh.

'I know now, why they say being spider man is not easy' Keta in a totally embarrassed voice, his face was already red as a cherry. Fortunetly the crowd down there was not interested in his comedy the least bit, so at least he saved a bit face and some flesh.

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After his miserable display, this time Keta was acting with much more cautiousness, there was no trace of excitement left in his body. Soon he landed on the street, it was good that the car had attracted all their attention. Now Keta could act freely and would be safe for the time being.

He slowly moved, once again imitating to be hitman. In his bag he had meat very tightly wrapped in plastic and some soaps and liquids were randomly spread on the plastic to block the smell of the meat from leaking out. He carefully took the meat wrapped in plastic out of his bag. His hands were trembling, if the smell of meat still leaked, he would meet his creator.

For now, no zombie noticed his presence. He ripped open the plastic and threw it towards the opposite direction of the car, while he himself was even further away from the car.

The smell soon got noticed by the hungry zombies, leaving behind the mouse hiding in a wall they all rushed towards the raw smell of meat. After some time there were almost no zombies left around the car, but some who had their legs crushes and were crawling brainlessly.

Wasting no time, Keta rushed towards the car. His hands gripped the Blood Feind tightly. His speed was abnormally fast, with phantom movement, his blade pierced through one of the zombie's head and with even more speed he pulled it back and sent it towards the one standing by his side.

The speed and the motion was incredible but unfortunately the angle and strength just wasn't enough. A strong man can pierce through anywhere, but a man with less strength needs to aim before striking if he even wants to hope of piercing through his opponent.

Off course speed equals to distance into time, but in that case you need speed equal to flash to get it converted into raw strength.

Not stopping in the least, Keta took his sword back and repeatedly smashed the sword on the zombies head. The sword was absorbing blood like a dry river finally getting its hold on water. Blood in large amount formed a stream from the zombie's head, in air it floated towards the Blood Fiend, as it crazily sucked it all in an instant. As if it was some black hole.

The zombie soon fell down powerlessly, the sword had crushed its brain. There were no zombies left here now. He quickly called the old man to come out. The old man was speechless.

He thought he would die. Zombies were everywhere, on the doors, on the roof, everywhere on the car, there were just zombies and zombies.

As he was going to die, in death he remembered God. To achieve salvation, he could at least ask for his forgiveness. In the middle of his praying he felt that the movement of zombies. He thought even more of them were coming, but when he opened his eyes, zombies were actually leaving.

He was having a very hard time believing all this. Maybe this was the heavens rewarding him. Once his view cleared he saw a youngster with a pitch black short sword in his hand, easily killing a zombie in one hit. The youngster then moved towards the next zombie, his sword couldn't pierce through it in one hit but he ruthlessly continued his strikes until the zombie fell limp on the ground.

But what was even more amazing and magical was this youngster's sword. Large amount of blood was being sucked by it, it was such an amount that even from a mile away one could see something sucking blood.

He was just staring at this youngster, with eyes opened wide. Then he heard his second call 'You better come the hell out, I even risked my life to save you'

He felt a little bit fear remembering the youngster's ruthless actions so he quickly got up, unlocked the doors and came out. He was trying to size up the youngster before him and he knew the youngster was doing the same.

After a moment of silence, the youngster pointed his finger in the air and said in a firm unwavering voice 'Look that was your future....I changed it'

As soon as the old man looked towards where the youngster's finger was pointing to, in his vision came, hundreds of zombies stepping on each other, tearing away each other, to get one bit of the piece of meat.

He could already imagine the horror he would suffer, the slow and painful death if the zombies got near him. They would eat him alive. The youngster's words had merit, but they were very scary.

'You are coming with me, I see you have some skills' the youngster said in a commanding tone, as if it was all normal to him.

The old man couldn't help but nod his head quickly, as if very scared to offend this youngster any further.