'Aaah! Mom what happened? al.l this b.blood' shouted Keta as he fell down from the couch in a unsightly manner on his back. His eyes were locked on his mom.

Her forehead looked as if it was smashed, blood was coming out from her eyes and nose. Her mouth looked like a well full of blood instead of water. She was speaking something, no, it was more like she was growling.

Even her skin color was changed at the moment, before she had a healthy red color which perfectly matched her curvy and seemingly delicate body but now her skin was pale white. Her body was wailing as if she could fall any moment.

While Keta was in an extremely shocked state, unable to even move his dad had already rushed to his mother's side, quickly grabbing a hold of her to prevent her from falling. His father's body was trembling violently as if he was the injured one bearing all the pains.

After some gradual stumbling while desperately trying to stand, finally Keta succeeded as he hurriedly ran towards his parents but before he could even reach them, the scene in front of him shocked him to the very core of his soul.

In front of his eyes, his mom had sunk her teeth deep in to his father's neck and she pulled her head back munching the flesh. The sour smell of blood quickly reached his nose wanting him to puke.

 Keta who belonged to the 21st century was well aware of the fantasy world existence termed zombie, so he already knew what was happening before him only he refused to believe it.

His father suddenly had a change of aura. Killing intent so strong began to emit from his body that it began to materialize in a dense form. He grabbed her neck with one hand and using the second he smashed his fist into her face.

Punch after punch was delivered, each creating a roar shaking the very floor he was standing on. In just a moment his mom's head turned into crimson paste which spread all across the floor. Showing such fierceness and taking decisive action like this, only a true veteran could react like this.

Keta was stood there just like a dumb statue watching it all unfold in front of his eyes, all these events were etched into the deepest part of his brain

'Kee..ta grab some weapon and run into your room, lock the door and call your uncle Zue. Here pierce my head with this, you should know if you don't do this, I will turn into....' his voice was unwavering and absolute as he commanded his son.

But how could a spoiled child like him show the virtues of a veteran and judge the situation, he just stood there blankly going over what his father actually requested of him.

'Damnit! There is no time to waste, hurry you bastard'  but no matter how much his father taunted him, Keta didn't move an inch. Finally with a frown he took his hunting knife out of his pocket, his life long friend that accompanied him all the years. Holding it straight on the floor he said 'Live, you must live...promise me, no matter what...you must live!'

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When Keta still didn't reply his father shouted with all his might, his voice shook the heavens themselves 'Remember this if you die, I and your mother will be tormented even in death, if you die...Y.you must live my son, for our sake if not for yours' saying this he spitted a piece of organ along with a mouth full blood.

Just after saying that his father placed the knife under his chin and with a movement of his head, the knife pierced through his head as if it was tofu and came out from the top of his head. Just like that he lost both of his parents.

'Wuu' he cried, tears flooded from his eyes as his knees tackled the marble floor. He said 'I promise father, I promise'  At this moment bright light came out of his parent's body and soon he saw two round globe shaped azure balls near their corpses. But right now he was trying to wake his parents, hoping it was all but an illusion.

'Maybe father is alive, yes people live even when shot in the brain, yes father is definitely alive, father can't die' he said to himself, forcefully making himself hold onto a belief he himself created to escape the abyss infamous by the name of despair.

He grabbed the hilt of the hunting knife and pulled it out of his father's head and waited for him to wake up but nothing happened other than a shower of blood coming out of the two holes.

Finally after some crying he moved onto the azure spiral pattern balls. As soon as he touched them he felt a warm touch, similar to his parent's gentle warmth that slowly moved from the balls to inside of his body. Now his mind although shaken but was capable of commanding the body once again.

He quickly did as his father instructed. Locking himself in his room, he hastily called his uncle Zue but no matter how many times he tried there was no network. He was just going to throw the phone when his room's door was heavily knocked.

Growling voices could be heard, but at least for now they couldn't possibly break open the door. Keta was scared, he jumped onto his bed and sat cross legged, practicing the meditation technique his father taught him. He could see some scenes playing in front of him, his father would always try to pass on family techniques while he would fear and curse him for that.

Gradually the scenes vanished and all that remained was calmness in his mind. These events forced him to come out of his spoiled life style, in a way it awakened his family bloodline within him.

Once his mind was calm he once again grabbed the two azure balls of energy in both his hands and sat cross legged. He could already feel a stream of inner energy slowly circulating around his body following the path of his meridians.That was a very relaxing feeling, as though a warm

stream of water was rinsing every inch of his inner organs.