Chapter 182 - Cyrill (1/2)

When we three heard that it was Cyrill, our cousin, we three immediately went down and I looked for Uncle and told Hannah, Cyrill's younger sister, to take Kenny, their little brother, inside one of the rooms or just away from the newly built gate.

Instead of a catwalk, the guys made a small platform in where you could stand in to scan above the gate since Anthony made the gate to be solid and not have little holes in which people outside could easily peek in from inside.

We reached that platform and Jo is standing there while Allan and Jenny are on the small terrace that hangs above the 2nd floor of my old house. They're all looking down on Cyrill below on the other side while we three walked up to the platform.

We saw him with a bloody machete and he's carrying a small backpack. There's blood all over his clothes. He seems worse for wear and there's a look of desperation in his eyes. There's tension in the air and he's looking at me with a conflicted expression. I gave a look at Jared first and he immediately understood the look I gave him. He started to look past Cyrill while Lois is already scanning around his eyes as he slightly lifted his gun.

”Hello bitch, what's up? We don't have meth here, sorry.” I stared with cold eyes.

Jared slightly tilted his head with closed eyes while Lois crouched down to facepalm since the tension almost dissipated.

”F.u.c.k you.” he retorted.

”Thanks! What new words have you learned now?” I said with a mocking tone.

He gnashes his teeth and his breath is getting heavier by the second.

”Aren't you gonna let your cousin in?” he said.

”Not really, no. Besides, we're not your cousin anymore. Forgot that unc disowned you?” I replied.

”We're still blood! Can't you even consider that!” he shouted.

”Consideration? Hah! Not killing you at Chang's place was consideration already. If you don't have any bright ideas to talk about, better turn around since there's a couple behind you.” I said as a couple of zombies are slowly straddling towards him.

”F.u.c.k! Let me in!” he shouted.

”No.” I replied with a cold tone.

”Can't you see those things coming closer?! F.u.c.k.i.n.g let me in!” He shouted at the top of his lungs.

”Can't you see that machete in your hand? Just f.u.c.k.i.n.g sink it into their heads.” I said.

He started on clanging the gates then Russel and my uncle arrived.

”Cy's here?” Russel said as we nodded.

My uncle on the other hand has a solemn expression and he only said one thing while looking at his son, ”Leave.”

He casually turned around and started on walking down the wooden stairs from the platform.

Cyrill was furious hearing it from his dad as he turned around and made a fighting stance. He's making a lot of unnecessary movements as he turned his back at us and made a charge towards the couple of rotting bodies in front of him. I saw something from his back and noted it.

One of them I recognize the uniform, it's from the spa next to the construction company we went into before and it looks like one of its workers. It looks really thin, literally. Every exposed flesh from its body has been either torn off or has been bitten off only leaving a stump on its arm. Its fingers are missing and it's waving its hands in random directions. The other one was just wearing simple clothing though its smile is wide because its cheeks are literally missing making us see its exposed teeth and curdling blood flowing from it.

Cyrill is cursing out loud as he tried his best to avoid the flailing arms.

”Aren't we gonna do anything?” Russel said.

”No.” I replied.

”But still...” he trailed.

”After what he did to you?” I looked at him seriously.

”...” he was silent along with Jared and Lois.

”We gonna let him die?” he replied.

”Die? Well, look at him. He's not really dying, is he?” I said as I pointed at Cyrill.

He kicked the one with the flailing arm first in the chest to fall down to hit the one behind it. However, the other figure behind it coincidentally stepped its right foot at the right moment to avoid the one falling in front of it. Cyrill then pushed the hard edge of the machete he's using towards it and he kicked it down after it stopped moving and about to fall towards him. The one who fell down earlier is slowly getting up but Cyrill swung his weapon several times, making a mess on the road even if the figure he's swinging down on is already not moving. He made a scream of triumph as I almost rolled my eyes. He looked at me again with anger as he breathes heavily.