Zombies

38: Mask

The small room consisting of a table and a sofa was narrow. But looking at the mini interior where there is a living room, a small kitchen with a mattress hidden behind the curtains, Nanda could not help but stare at her surroundings with bright sparkling eyes.

Caravanning. The only thing Nanda wanted but did not succeed in being taken. Out of nowhere the King got it, the thing he dreamed of was successfully owned by this man. Nanda is not necessarily poor, but he is also a very rich man. Buying a Caravan is like buying candy, he can't do it. Even when walking around, this woman did not see him either. If it wasn't for the King taking them into this long van, Nanda completely forgot her desire to have a Caravan.

Acting indecently, Nanda did not care that his head was not stopping to look to the right and to the left, sitting restlessly on the soft sofa and looking unable to stay still. After all, the one speaking this time was Ganesha, there was no need for him to pay attention to the figure of the group Boss who was one room with him.

"Previously, introduce. My name is Raja, the leader of this group," The king introduced himself politely. Completely ignoring Nanda who was still paying attention to every interior in the van.

"Ganesha," Ganesha finally spoke. His voice was heavy and clear, making the King try to remember whether he had heard this voice ... "And she's my wife, Nanda."

Eh?

The last words really took the King by surprise. He reflexively looked at the little boy next to the masked man, a tiny white-faced figure with one-pointed hair. This kid looks like a teenager. Probably about 17 or 16 years. His mannerisms that could not be silent and were too infuriating were also clearly immature at all ...

But it turns out his wife? Not his sister or 'toys?

Luckily the astonishment and shock of the King was clearly not visible on his expressionless face. He was only seen glancing at Nanda at a glance, then looked back at Ganesha. His tone was calm, faced with a very strong man, he could not be careless. Moreover, this figure had also helped him.

"Well, Ganesha, what information do you want?" tanyanya to the point.

"Information of direction," replied Ganesha directly. "We need any base information that must be passed to get to country Z."

"... .," for a few seconds, the King really could not answer. He was a bit surprised that this man wanted to go abroad. But with the lack of accommodation and the glass of the world now, it is very difficult to do. Again there are no ships ... how will they cross the sea? But the king chose to be quiet. He will not question their ways.

"It's a bit difficult" replied the honest King. "Give me some time to discuss with my subordinates. If we can or can't find the information, we'll tell."

Ganesha. The king could not promise, but at least he tried to help. To be honest, it's kind of embarrassing. Finding information from the zombies was a mistake. Zombies do not understand human language or even understand the concept of 'name of the place they live', they can only describe simply the surrounding environment.

That is why, when they decide to go somewhere, when meeting with a group or a group, the first thing in question is. By the name of the city. However Nanda really did not expect that he would meet again with his Boss group. Seeing from the King's reaction, this man clearly did not remember or even recognize him when they were classmates and had previously met ...

The names Nanda and Ganesha are already mentioned, but this man is still a stranger. Oh, thanks to too many Nanda and Ganesha names, Nanda must realize that their names do tend to market. Even if the King recognized him, this man himself would also be unsure. After all, the last time we met was High School. Nanda was still fat and ugly, Ganesha was still thin and black. Who could have thought that such ugly creatures were them?

"While waiting, what if you join our group first?" King offered. It was impossible to miss a powerful ability user just like that.

"We waited in our own car" Ganesha subtly refused. "We will follow your group from behind until you give us certainty" he added.

"Okay," the king did not insist. Ganesha's reply had already made him feel more than enough. Not joining his group, but following behind. This has ensured the safety of the group. "Then use this. After collecting the materials, we would go straight to find a safe place," the man immediately handed him a walkie-talkie.

Ganesha. He nodded and then immediately stood up. The king also stood up, staring at the two figures walking out of the Caravan. This made Nanda sigh in disappointment. He refused to go out ... The caravan was what he wanted. Oh, in a situation like this, mobile homes are the most convenient and best choice for both of them. Well ... they don't need to build a tent when they don't find a house to rest in, right?

"You Want a Caravan?" Ganesha asked just as the two had entered into the hummer. Weakly, Nanda nodded.

Smiling behind the mask, the man reached out and rubbed Nanda's head. "Let's try to find it on the street."

Again, Nanda nodded her head.

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A bonfire burned into a light source right in the middle of the crowd. The vast field, surrounded by a 2-meter-high wall of dirt, contained several cars and trucks parked randomly. People wandering. After lining up in line to pick up food, start looking for the best seat to enjoy dinner.

"Sst, look over there," one of the men sitting on a tree fell down, nudging the friend sitting next to him. He pointed towards one of the black hummers with an eye view. The smaller man glared furiously, before finally turning his head to look in the direction he was pointed at.

A pair of men and women were sitting inside a hummer. The figure of the man wearing the demon mask turned his head, staring at the woman sitting at the wheel. The one-pointed woman was seen chattering, with a smile expanding on her lips. Yet seeing how clean and well-groomed the bodies of the two, inevitably made those who were thin and hungry, sigh in envy.

"So, I went there to take dinner," the nudging friend whispered to the skinny one.

"Continue?" skinny men don't really care. Eat porridge with ham slices and corn grains with laziness. Oh, they can only eat once a day. If the harvest is good, eating twice a day is good luck. That's why, this bowl of porridge is so precious.

Leaning to the side, afraid to be heard by the others, the figure again whispered. "The girl is not? Well ... When I saw the car, it turned out they had a lot of food!"

The skinny one turned his head, looking at his friend with a strange expression as if he had just seen an alien.

"It's really rich!" unaware of his friend's gaze, he continued talking and devoured the porridge furiously. "At least well, they it should be a little shared with the others right? In short, they're on our team, what's wrong with sharing? That much food, the two of them couldn't possibly spend it alone!"

The clumsy gossip guy. "I'm .. I still love life."

"Well!" sneering, he ate his porridge and swallowed the soft-tasting food. "Don't macem-macem, they're both strong people. Wrong for a bit, not a zombie head, but your head!"

"Eh, don't swear dong!"

The skinny one doesn't care. "Eat your food! They're Boss' guests, if they feel uncomfortable because of what you say, you want responsibility?"

Nanda blinked. Some of the rumors he heard easily. No matter whether the car windowpanes were closed or not, in such a small distance like this, all the chatter of the people sounded. Of course, one of the rumors about his food was also heard. Well ... Not that Nanda wanted to show off, he just did not want to suffer from eating the food given by the King's group.

Nanda and Ganesha had plenty of food in their room, there was no need for the King's people to waste food to share with them. That was why, to prevent those people from approaching and delivering food, Ganesha purposely put some food in the back seat to be complacent by the people approaching the hummer.

However, being a guest within the King's group and looking at these people, made Nanda feel somewhat. Although somewhat different from what he remembered, but the habit of building a wall of soil when they rested, became one of the unforgettable things.

Because when the earth wall was made, it was the only time when they could relax a little and enjoy the food that had started to be rare to have.

"Darling, are you really sure to follow them?" Nanda propped up his chin with one hand, staring out the window where a bonfire was burning. People formed small groups and chatted with each other while enjoying a precious bowl of dinner.

"You don't want to join this group?" Ganesha threw back a question.

"Not not willing," Nanda pouted. This time he turned his face and looked at his demon-masked husband. "I'm afraid it's you who's uncomfortable" he said honestly. After all, Ganesha was not human. Being surrounded by humans who became their food for a relatively short period of time, Nanda was afraid her husband would not feel comfortable.

A few hours ago, the King and his group called out to them. He spread out the map on the table and began to explain their current direction and position. One by one, he told the cities what to pass. The king and his group did not know what bases they would cross to get to Country Z, but they knew for sure that the journey would take a long period of time. Not to mention, they had to cross the ocean ...

After informing him of the desired information, the King submitted an agreement. They will escort Ganesha and Nanda to their destination, but instead, Ganesha will work to protect the group. Well ... Of course Ganesha and Nanda did not directly agree. They negotiated with each other until in the end, forming a mutual agreement.

Ganesha and Nanda agree that they will be the ones to attack the strongest zombies if the group is attacked by zombies. Oh, however, the King's group can be bilng is a very free group. Their numbers are uncertain. Whenever it came to a base, Ganesha's group would always reduce members or even gain new members.

Those who joined the King's group, were the ones who looked for the best family or base. That's why, joining the King's group is not something that binds. They just need to obey the rules, then they can join in. When breaking, they will be discarded and abandoned by the group. Simple and crude, absolutely typical of Kings.

"I'm fine" Ganesha suddenly said, successfully breaking Nanda's daydream. The pale figure stretched out one hand, gently rubbing his wife's head. Despite still wearing the mask, Nanda could feel that the man was smiling.

A pair of plain blinking brown eyes. "Dear."

"Hm?"

"Would you replace your mask?" tanyanya seriously. Ganesha did not say anything, but it was clear to Nanda that the man asked 'why?' until he became self-conscious, explaining. "My mouth is closed, my NesNes will have difficulty eating."

Ganesha understood immediately. His demonic mask covered his entire face. It would be strange if he did not take off his mask at all to eat. Of course, eating in this definition is eating blood as usual and also eating human food to look like a human being.

"I have a half-face mask, but .. ," Nanda is tangled. He looks very upset when he realizes the shape of all the masks he has. Honestly speaking, the only ugly mask that belonged to was only this demonic mask, the rest of the mask that was possessed was so elegant and exquisite. Gives a mysterious and charming impression to anyone who uses it. Well .. however, all the half-face masks Nanda had were party masks. There are various kinds of ornaments that decorate it. Whether the feathers or glittering colorful gliter, everything seems to emphasize the wearer is a more beautiful figure than the mask itself.

Oh, the biggest reason Nanda had Ganesha put on the mask, was because her husband's face was too handsome! For this size of a strong, handsome and 'rich' looking man, who wouldn't be tempted? Especially for an environment with a plummeting moral value, Nanda will not bear to imagine both men and women will be enamored with her husband and start flirting ...

Ganesha would certainly not be tempted, but those prostitutes would also definitely not easily give up on her husband who was too perfect. Nanda couldn't stand that thought. Now he understands why Ganesha always follows him when he is doing club activities. Despite knowing Nanda will not cheat, but Ganesha can't bear to see some people will approach her and willfully want to flirt.

Therefore, Nanda wanted to hide her husband's extraordinary appearance. Just like Ganesha who prefers Nanda to be at home without swishing anywhere ...

"... ," Ganesha said nothing for a few seconds. He looked at the little lady beside him. His wife's expression was very upset and somehow looked funny. Unable to bear it, the man lowered the window and with the ability of the ground, raised a small piece of land, formed a simple half-face mask of reddish-brown color with a pair of devil horns. Each forming process is only in the blink of an eye. Fast and efficient, ensuring no one will notice.

Nanda blinked looking at the ground mask that had suddenly appeared in Ganesha's grasp.

"What about this?" ask Ganesha. Very aware of his wife's possessiveness, he deliberately formed a mask that was simple, not beautiful, looks monotonous and actually makes it look demonic rather than the mask he is wearing today.

"Very good!" Nanda was delighted. Without hesitation, the woman leaned towards the man, then both hands outstretched. Remove the demon mask and replace it with an earth mask. The distance between the two was very close, enough to cover Ganesha during the switching process. Nanda also did not let that handsome face be exposed for long. His fingers are very agile. Release the bond, then re-bind the knot.

"Ah, why is my husband so handsome?" Nanda pouted, kissing Ganesha's cheeks and lips at a glance. She giggled, making her husband unable to hold back a smile.

Gently, the heavy hand moved. Grab Nanda's hip and pull her to sit on her husband's lap. Nanda blinked as Ganesha made the chair straight, making the body cling to the zombie, reflexively lying directly on top of the man.

"Sleep" whispered Ganesha, wiping Nanda's back. He willingly became an impromptu bed. Not tender, but warm.especially with both arms trying to put him in a good position, Nanda chuckled small.

"OK," without hesitation, Nanda closed her eyes. Leaning his head to the chest of the field of the husband and began to try to sleep in an atmosphere that was still filled with the bustle of the life of a small group.