The Monster In Me

Brutalising

“Seriously, there are only these useless items?” ask Adira annoyed. Without stopping he continued to get rid of many clothes that were still hanging on the display. Hope that there will be something much more useful behind it. Of course there isn't. Adira is just looking for a way to channel her upset by making things even more messy.

“It looks like this place is special to sell clothes and accessories only,” Firda replied casually. “Rather than getting angry we better change clothes. Our uniform is no longer due to appearance and smell.”

Adira's face seemed to still frown, but she followed Firda's advice and began to choose clothes that were still decent. His hands deftly separated each nearby garment into two halves. Which he still deserves to throw to the right, while which he does not throw to the left. Just like when he chose clothes to carry during the tour, this time Adira had little trouble making a choice.

“I remember my suitcase I kept in the trunk of the bus.” Adira breathed a heavy breath. “Is there any chance we can take it?”

“No.” Indifferently Firda replied. “Supply only no chance. Then that way, you can more easily release it.”

His best friend's answer did not make Adira calmer at all, but he chose to stay quiet and try to enjoy the activities ‘ shopping tjap’ he was doing. Forgetting the fact that what they are doing right now includes looting.

What reason can I do? After all, it seemed that after all these events were over, it was likely that the shopkeeper would not be willing to take back all of his sales items that would only make him remember the tragedy that had occurred.

Upset at not finding the one that suits his wishes, Adira ends up squatting in front of the pile of clothes on the right, and takes the tops and subordinates of each one fruit, randomly.

All he got was a long-sleeved black T-shirt with the image of the Cakrabuana Playground mascot in the middle. The mascot looks very bright, contrasting with the overall color of the outfit. His appearance did not meet Adira's taste at all, but he had no other choice.

At least, he chose dark blue jeans that looked pretty cool.

“Do you think we can find food near here?” Adira asked as she took off her uniform and put on her new clothes. Her position that turned her back to Firda made her not know if Firda was listening to her or not.

“Well, are you changing clothes here? Just like that?” Firda asked back. It turned out that the girl was right behind Adira at this moment. Scrambled his waist with a pile of coiled clothes on his arm. “Soal food, we can still charge a little energy with the snacks in my bag. Take it easy, I'm sure as we move tomorrow, we'll find plenty of food and drink.”

“Besok?” Adira who had finished wearing new clothes turned around and looked at Firda with one of her eyebrows raised. “I think we'll keep trying to get out of here today?”

“We both know that it is impossible.” A heavy breath back Firda escaped from her lips. “Whatever the situation, we must not force ourselves.”

“You're right.” Adira nodded her head in agreement. He then circulated the view around the room that has an area resembling a supermarket that he used to visit with his family once a month. Only, this place only has one floor and only contains clothes and accessories. “You driving around? Looks like this place is pretty safe.”

Firda smiled cynically when she saw what Adira was doing. “You said it was safe, but why did you take the stick?”

Adira, who was taking part in a destroyed clothes display rack, sniffed her shoulders. “Although we have defeated all the zombies in this room, it is not impossible if there are still hiding, right?”

“True also.” Unknowingly Firda covered her gaping mouth as she recalled the figure of the monstrous creature she had met some time ago. “So I almost had a heart attack because I met a zombie that acted like a nagging nurse ghost. Maybe this time we'll find a headless zombie?”

Until he saw a reddish stain on the white floor of the shop. “Fir ..”

“Yes, I saw it. It looks like it has dried up, so it's not from the zombie we just defeated and we drag it to the back shed.”

Slowly the two of them walked following the reddish trail, which led them to the other side of the room. It didn't take long until they found the trail ended up near a familiar looking table.

“Do you want to pay for the clothes you wear so you come to the cashier?” jest Firda who is not ignored Adira.

The closer they got, the more they heard the typical grunts of the zombies they had already memorized. Adira and Firda then took up their weapons. Adira with his staff, while Firda had a knife that he had picked up recently on the road. It also takes the shape of a loli candy display. Its sizeable circle diameter makes it look like a stemmed shield that can strengthen defenses.

The two girls seemed to close their lips, preparing to face the worst situation for the second time.

Adira who advanced first started swinging her staff, but suddenly she stopped. Looked down without blinking.

Firda could not see what the girl saw, so he just stood up with a curious look on his face. “What? What's up?”

“See by yourself.”

Hearing that, Firda hurriedly approached. He now stands beside Adira who is still preparing with his cane. How wide Firda opened his eyes when he saw the creature that was wriggling on the floor.

A lady. With a uniform on his body. “Looks like he's an employee at this place. A cashier ... possible?” Without hesitation Firda kept his lola display and stuffed the knife into the front pouch of his bag. He then crouched down to observe the zombie more clearly.

Afraid? Of course Firda was afraid. However, he felt safe as the zombie no longer had his hands and legs intact for him to get up from his lying position. Even the wound on his neck looked quite large and open, making his head droop weakly.

Now, after Firda saw his appearance, the zombie growl became more heartbreaking than frightening. His eyes were almost glazed over because of it.

And how surprised he was when he found Adira threw a punch at the zombie. The sound of a wooden stick hitting the zombie head violently made Firda flinch. The nail that was still stuck at the end of the stick had loaded the stick was stuck in the zombie skull.

Adira's power was not enough to make him able to crush the head of the undead in a single blow. So he usually lands a punch more than once.

However, this time he could not do so, as Firda held back his hand. “Stop, Dir!”

***