130 Snap (1/2)
Present day.
11:09 pm.
Lightning in the sky and it was quickly followed by a roar of thunder.
Kraaag!
Rain began to fall.
Pitter-patter!
Water ran down on Nathan's invisible body, forming a 2.2m-tall ghostly silhouette in the middle of the rain.
He closed his brown eyes.
Perhaps it was the zombie apocalypse…
Perhaps it was because of the spectacle involving his cousin he saw earlier…
Perhaps it was because of the memory he recalled…
Perhaps it was because of the rain…
Perhaps it was everything…
He slowly opened his eyes.
What little warmth his eyes had completely vanished. All that was left was a dead and cold gaze.
\”All of these people…\” he coldly whispered under his breath.
He pulled out his [Grade D] Long Dagger from his right thigh before walking away.
***
An Asian man and a black man were standing beside a building taking shelter from the rain.
They were among the guards scheduled to patrol tonight and were wearing System items.
\”I won the bet,\” said the black man.
\”You didn't. We bet whether it will rain at midnight or not. It's still 11pm,\” said Asian man.
\”Are you seriously going to pull that kind of bullshit excuse? Give me what you fucking owe me!\”
\”Fuck you. You should be thankful that I'm not asking for your payment. Let's call it a draw.\”
\”What? What kind of fucking logic is that?\”
The Asian man didn't say anything and proceeded to check his weapon.
\”Fuck you, man,\” the black man said before walking away to find a corner to piss.
But just after 3 steps, a long knife was slashed across his neck and a 2.2m-tall dark figure appeared right in front of him.
Whoosh!
The black man's decapitated body and severed head fell to the pavement.
Thud!
Thud!
The dark figure vanished.
Thanks to the rain, the Asian wasn't able to hear what happened.
He was still checking his weapon.
'Stupid fool. As I'm going to agree to give you a [Small] Healing Potion and a [Grade D] Repair Kit,' he thought.
All of a sudden, a large hand appeared and grabbed him by the face.
And before he could even react, a long knife cut through his neck.
Whoosh!
Blood spurted as the body fell to the pavement.
Thud!
The black figure dropped the severed head before disappearing.
Thud!
***
Costa Mansion -- the largest mansion in Corn town.
A Caucasian man in his late 50s was sitting behind a desk and reading a book inside a study room.
The original tenants of the mansion were \”removed\” when this Caucasian man and his group arrived in the town about 2 days ago.
There was a knock on the door.
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
\”Master Walter, Master Wesley is here,\” said a woman behind the door.
Kacha!
The door swung open and a young Caucasian man in his mid-20s entered.
Kacha!
The door behind him was closed.
\”Dad, you called for me? I was --\”
The Walter raised his finger.
Wesley immediately sealed his lips.
Walter flipped a page and continued reading.
Not a word was said between father and son.
The room was completely silent except for the rain outside drumming against the concrete walls and rooftop along with the occasional growls of thunder.
5 minutes later…
Walter closed the book and placed it on the desk.
He tapped a head between his legs.
A Caucasian woman got up and wiped the fluids on her lips with a handkerchief before heading for the door.
Kacha!
After the Caucasian woman left, Walter tapped his fingers on the book he just read and said, \”This book was published 10 years ago. Do you know what makes it so special?\”
Wesley was silent.
Walter smiled and said, \”Of course you don't.\”
He got up and slowly walked towards the window. He held his hands together behind his back and stared outside.
Walter continued, \”The author of that book is one of the last remaining pure Womanians in this country.\”
\”.…\”
\”When I was still a young boy, I remember growing up in a neighborhood with real Womanians. And during that time, it was rare to see foreigners.\”
\”...\”
\”But when I entered high school, I started seeing more foreigners. I remember being so surprised at that time because the other real Womanians treated it like it wasn't anything special.\”
\”...\”
\”Although I was only a teenager, I already knew the consequences of what was going to happen in the future.\”
\”...\”
\”And with each passing year, more and more foreigners came.\”
\”...\”
\”And as their numbers grew, their demands also grew as well.\”
\”...\”
\”It really broke my heart -- watching everything happen before my eyes. We were slowly being invaded and they were mixing their inferior genes with ours.\”
\”...\”
\”We were losing our culture, our tradition, our identity. All for what? Economic progress?\”
\”...\”
\”It even came to the point where these filthy foreigners and our very own women banded together against us Womanian men, treating us like 2nd class citizens in our own country.\”
\”...\”
\”This is a failed nation.\”
\”...\”
\”But…\” Walter raised a finger. \”But God hasn't completely abandoned us. We have been blessed with this apocalypse. He gave me, he gave us the chance to correct things.\”
He put his hand down and turned around to face his son.
\”And for that I am eternally grateful.\”
He slowly walked over to his son.