579 Christias Question, Moving on the Road in the Middle of the Nigh (1/2)
Day 132 - 12:14 AM - Rooftop, Abandoned Factory Office, Bridgeport Borough. Montgomery County, Pennsylvania, United States of America
”You're crying, huh.” Mark pointed out the tears on Christia's eyes. ”Strange, though. You don't seem to be sad about it.”
Of course, Mark would find it strange. Christia already declared that she was not the same person that was in her memories. Furthermore, Mark could tell that she had no such emotion that could cause her to cry. Yet, tears formed in the corner of her eyes.
Being pointed out, Christia had an annoyed expression as she wiped off the tears on her eyes.
”Tch. This again.” She clicked her tongue. ”It happens every time I try to recall those memories.”
”So, the real Christia's sentiments are still clear in that body, isn't it?”
Mark voiced out his assumption. It was not the first time, after all. Back then, when he absorbed the nurse that mutated into a blob of blood, the sentiments she had were also left within her body, and Mark also fused with it along with her memories.
”Now that you said it, that might be true.” Christia agreed with what Mark said. ”So, other questions?”
To that question, Mark knocked his head a bit. He had a lot of questions. However, he was sure that even Christia, who was an Infected Queen, would not be able to answer it.
And thus, Mark shook his head.
”That's the last one.”
”You seemed to have more questions, though.”
Christia seemed to have understood the expression that Mark was showing.
”I do have a lot of questions.” Mark nodded. ”But unless you're someone with deep scientific knowledge, you won't be able to answer it. Let me give you an example. How did you awaken, to become a Queen, to be exact.”
Hearing that question, Christia understood. What Mark wanted to know was not something she could answer.
In the first place, she did not know how she became one. For her, it just happened.
It was not within her urges to try and know why she became one. And to her, it also did not matter.
It was like the saying...
The past did not matter. What only mattered was the present.
”See?” Mark shrugged. ”You won't be able to answer that.”
Mark smiled. He then moved towards the edge of the rooftop.
”I'm leaving. I want to rest already.”
”Wait!”
Christia suddenly called out.
”What now?”
Mark was quite irritated.
”I want to ask something.” Christia steeled herself to ask something personal. ”It's been strange, but you don't seem to have any hate towards us infected. Our existence pretty much destroyed this world. Most humans we encountered before were filled with fear and anger. I want to know why you seem to be different.”
”Let's see...” Mark pondered. ”Well, I'm quite disappointed that I won't be able to watch new Anime, read new Manga and Novels, or play new Video Games.”
Hearing that, Christia was confused. She could not understand what he was talking about.
”In any case, a world like this is not bad, for me at least.” Mark then looked at Christia with a smile. ”I don't care if the one standing in front of me is a human, an infected, or other races. As long as they don't bother me or put things I care about in danger, I won't treat them badly, either. Of course, if its the opposite, I won't entertain any nonsense. If I can't make use of it, I'll kill it. That other King this afternoon, he's just lucky. I want to try and catch him alive. That is why he's still living. If not, I might have already killed him.”
”Well, leaving him alive brought you here for me to gain valuable information. He sure have some other purposes.”
Mark smiled. This time it was quite sinister.
And there, Mark opened his wings and flew away under the darkness of the night.
BAM!
The moment that Mark left, Heron returned, shaking the building as he landed violently.
”He's gone?”
Heron asked.
”He already left.” Christia took a deep breath. ”That is nerve-racking. It looks like he did not take our threats before seriously, or things might have ended up roughly. But he's still cautious, bringing us away from where his group is.”
”Is it really fine to let him go?” Heron voiced out. ”For some reason, I feel hungry while looking at him.”
”My King... You think you are the only one? That's why I found it strange that three Queens were lurking around him. If I stayed around him long enough, I might end up not being able to handle this hunger. I really wonder how those Queens are able to handle it or even stay together.”
”And my King.” Christia stared at Heron. ”Don't try to challenge that man in the future. It might end up in a Death Match, and it will be very hard to say who will be the winner.”
”If you say so.”
Heron nodded.
And there, Heron lifted his Queen and flew away. They were returning to their territory after satisfying their curiosity.
***
Mark flew, returning back to the service compound of the Golf Club. He was tapping on his ring, replying to Mei, who asked what happened.
Apparently, the group also had their own battle with the infected, and it was still ongoing.
Then, Mark proposed something.
”Tell them to prepare to leave. Let's just spend the night on the road.”