5 Encounter (1/2)

Jun doesn't care what people think of him. He stopped caring a long time ago. After experiencing a lot of things, he learned that people will always see you how they want to see you.

He knew that the girl was not human anymore and he won't explain or justify himself to anyone.

He nudged the body a few more times making sure its really dead.

”S-sorry!.. I'm just not used to seeing things... like this...”

”Hey! We're actually the same! This is my first time bashing someone's head.”, Jun said with a grin. ”Shocking right? I have some bad news for you though.”,

Jun practiced swinging the bat left and right while looking at a certain direction. Jake followed where he was looking and his face soured.

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A woman was forcing her way out a car's window but due to the opening being to small, her waist got stuck and only half of her body got out.

The woman's mouth was dripping with blood and her yellow eyes kept staring at them the whole time. Her belly's flesh started getting scraped and it caused dark blood to flow down the car's window. She growled every time she moved an inch. Maybe from the pain or the stimulation of having prey in front of her but not being able to do anything in return.

”I think you'll see a whole lot more of this in the future! So.. do you want to try?”, Jun asked as he tried to hand the bat to Jake.

”No... not with my leg like this... maybe in the future. And... I really don't think that this is the right time for us to be casually talking in the middle of the street.”, Jake said after he looked behind them.

A group of infected was crawling out of an overturned jeepney. Only a few had intact bodies while most of them have broken arms and legs that's facing outwards.

Just then, a gunshot rang inside the bank. ”Let's go inside. I hope it's safer there.”, Jun said as he took a last look at the direction of the jeepney.

***

The inside of the bank was a mess. The chairs were scattered on the floor and the atmosphere is suffocating.

There are approximately nine people inside the bank, two middle-aged woman who seemed to be depositing money, a teenage boy wearing a black hoodie, the male manager who have a bandage on his head, Pablo, and four female employees.

Everyone inside the bank had a frightened expression, like they're waiting for something. Their attention was focused completely on something on the floor that they didn't even turned their heads when the glass door was opened.