Chapter 103 (1/2)

The black humanoid figure carried a black sack as he walked alongside Gale who carried a similar bag. The two were walking along a trial in a forest, heading north, away from the human capital. The figure was humming while swinging his arms, the complete opposite of his reluctant travel buddy who hung his head and dragged his feet.

“Hey,” the figure said as he stopped humming and turned towards Gale. “You never told me your name. I can’t just keep calling you ‘hey’ or ‘you’ this whole time.”

Gale sighed and kicked a pebble with his leather shoes. “My name is Gale.”

“Gale,” the figure said and rubbed his chin. “Interesting name. Then you can call me Breeze. We’ll be the two wind brothers. Yeah, I like the sound of that.”

The only response was the crunching of leaves underneath Gale’s feet as the two walked along the path. Breeze started to whistle as he stretched his arms towards the sky.

“Where are we going?” Gale asked.

“To Fuselage, of course. That was the plan, right?”

Gale frowned. “But the portal to Fuselage is towards the northwest, not the northeast. Aren’t we going the wrong way?”

“Don’t be silly. We’ll probably run into civilization towards the northwest. I’m not going to risk encountering another zombie. Once we hit the coast, we’re going to build a raft to sail across the ocean.”

“Is that really going to work?”

“It is. You’re a laborer of sorts, aren’t you? You should know how to build a raft.”

“Why would you think I’m a laborer? I’m the pope. I’ve never built anything in my life.”

“What?” Breeze asked and raised his eyebrow. “No way. I found you in a pile of your own vomit with an empty keg of alcohol next to you. You should come up with a better lie if you don’t want to do manual labor. If you really were the pope, then I’d have to kill you in case you decide to summon that golden boy.” Breeze pat Gale’s shoulder, eroding away part of his jacket.

Gale’s face blanched. “Yeah,” he said and chuckled as sweat rolled down his back. “You got me. I can definitely build a raft. Leave it to me.”

Breeze smiled, revealing his pointy, black teeth. “Great,” he said. “I’ll be counting on you. The sooner we build that raft, the sooner we can get away from these damned undead.”

The two continued down the path, eventually exiting the forest and entering an open plain. Breeze squinted his eyes and stared down the horizon. “The shore’s over there. We’ll have to assemble the raft here and carry it to the coast.”

The two reentered the forest to gather materials for the raft. Breeze cut down trees by eroding away their trunks while Gale gathered vines to tether the logs together. “Why are you so afraid of the undead?” Gale asked as he attempted to lash two ill-fitting logs together.