Author's note: [today's ranting part]
Emotions are what makes us human, is a constant argument that is given in favor of emotions yet emotions are a major factor in our judgements makes it an uncertain factor, humans like you and me don't like uncertainty so we are probably not sided with emotion yet we live with them, because we can decide what side we are on but we can't decide whether to have emotions or not.
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'Does this old man take me for a fool? He wants me to shout back at him, this would make the zombies come after me, taking advantage of the convenient distraction he can escape'
'Admirable! you pack of old bones, I will be showing something that will bring your youth back'
Taking his head out, the youngster cautiously backed out. Grabbing a steel kettle he came back to the window. This time he opened it properly. Squinting his eyes, he took aim, like a hawk eyeing his prey. Then with a swift movement, like the movement of a whip, his arm danced and disappeared.
When it did appear, there was no kettle in his hand. Now the kettle moved straight towards a honda car that was parked near the place where the old man was running to.
The kettle smashed in the windscreen, breaking it into pieces, it tackled with the front driver seat which stopped its charge. Though now, the car started howling, as if it was in serious pain.
The alarm rang, it was the anti-theft alarm. Almost all cars in this age have it installed, it may even be the security feature necessary for them, but the youngster didn't care, for he only cared if this car had one, and it actually had.
Yes, this youngster was precisely Keta. At this moment he was absolutely proud of his aim and strategy to punish this shrewd old man.
The old man somehow attracted the attention of some unwanted zombies, so he ran. In the process of desperate running, he found a ray of hope, a strand of sunshine. There was a boy, a human, even though his head was coming out of a broken window, he was still a human, a living human.
The old man wanted to request the youngster's help, but he was afraid. What if the youngster denied him, his should would attract even more zombies and without the youngster's help, he would only quicken the process of zombies catching him.
So he thought of a plan, an evil but desperate plan to live. Everyone has their own sense of right and wrong, most people find what benefit them right and what hurts them is wrong, the old man was the same so there was no question of morality at all. Coupled together with how the world just changed, even if he had morality, it would be surprising if he chose to stick to it.
He planned, he would insult the youngster. These youths being hot blooded as they are, will quickly follow back with a reply with an even more explosive shot, which in turn will attract the uninvited pursuers running after him, giving him a chance to escape from them. The plan seemed just too perfect, his life was already safe.
But this what he thought, and his happy thoughts didn't last long. The youngster never shouted back. In anger and frustration the old man continued with his barrage of insults, this time his voice was even more louder. But to his horror this time again the youngster never replied. Soon he saw a vicious smile on the youngster's face and from his experience he knew his scheme was already out in the open.
He had nor the time or the place to appreciate the youngster's clever mind instead he wanted to curse him even louder, but fortunately he stopped himself or he will be cutting his own foot with the axe.
But once again his mind stirred and his body trembled, this time, a loud voice near him almost startled him so bad that he was going to fall down and almost run back to where he came from.
Only his clear and experienced mind somehow coerced his body into not falling down and continue its desperate struggle. His mind was now already in a turmoil. He glanced towards the car where the noise was coming from and notice the broken windscreen. 'Judging from the angle, whatever broke the windscreen came from the sky' he thought.
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'It may be the heavens punishing me' he sighed, his sigh contained very complex emotions. Regret was definitely there but as for what he did or for the results, it was too complicated to know.
You have to understand that, when the world changed, all the rivers and natural food became corrupted under the influence of the foreign virus introduced by D3vil. So animals in this case would for sure die of starvation, and for eagles and birds to fall of during their flights due to starvation was nothing uncommon.
The old man thought it was probably some eagle or some bird, and it was a way of heaven to punish him for his dirty and evil intentions. He then lifted his head, to see the youngster he just tried to indirectly kill. With a apologetic expression hung on his face, his eyes finally saw the youngster's face.
His face couldn't help but change several times. His current expression was very hideous to behold. The youngster was currently showing him the middle finger, a common trend in youths these days. With this old man's clever mind, it only took an instant for him to figure out that it was not the heavens that punished him, but it was this brat.
Fury and killing intent rose in his heart. He wanted to kill this insolent brat. Yet for all he could do was run with even more struggle behind it. His speed increased but the zombies just didn't stop coming.
Right now the old man truly looked like a runner from the Olympics and surely after seeing his spectate no one would dare to call him an old man.
With a grin hung wide on his face, Keta was extremely pleased with the results. Especially the old man's expressions, they were priceless. He was now watching the old man with deep interest, an interest people show towards animals in zoo, it was that kind of interest.
Soon the zombies almost surrounded the old man. With no way of escape, the old man quickly went towards a car. With the advantage of some distance between the zombies and him, the old man had some time. His fingers played with the lock of a car, sometimes there was a obvious rhythm while other times it would just look crude. There was a common hair pin in his fingers that was actually playing all the beats.
It all happened in seconds, the old man somehow unlocked the doors. He instantly jumped in and locked the doors from inside. After this went in the middle of the car and layed down in the middle keeping his distance from the windows and the doors.
He shouted 'Young man you are too vicious. I was just trying to save my life, but you, you are just sentencing me to death even when you are all safe and sound, young man you are too cruel..*sob*' He actually cried in the middle of his dialogue.
The old man truly believed he would die this time. He could almost see the reaper with a black scythe in his hands waiting for his little time to run out before finally taking his life.
Seeing all these events unfold in front of him, Keta was left speechless. Originally he only wanted to get back at the old man and wanted him to run a little faster. But he could'ave never imagined that so many zombies would pop out of nowhere and surround this old man.
Even though what the old man said was just bullshit, but it was not just some bullshit. This time, because of him, again, someone would die.
Did life enjoyed toying with him, killing people while making him the knife. He already had enough.
'Now what to do? Should I go out and help him somehow? or should I just let it pass' the choice was very conflicting. It was reason was emotion, the two were fighting ever since the creation. And Keta was just now another battlefield for them to prove their dominance above the other.