Zombies

44: Running Race

The dark sky stretched wide, showing off a glimmer of light as small dots scattered about. The air temperature dropped, the dark shadows embraced. The silence created in the early hours that never invites peace makes some people very alert. With the minimum lighting possible, everyone who goes around near the ground wall must be familiar with all the movements and sounds created as small as possible.

However, everyone's attention was almost distracted by the sound of the car's roar breaking the silence. A four-wheel drive drove slowly, approached the wall and stopped completely in front of it. One of the ability users directly jumped out from behind a wall, putting on a fierce face with a long barrel held in hand.

"Sorry, we're very late," lowered the window pane, the somewhat childish voice of the woman clearly heard. The guard walked over, finding the face of a recognizable woman. He sat in the driver's position, with a demon masked man sitting in a copilot position.

The guard recognized Ganesha. How not? Ganesha's combat ability was very well known in this small group and again, his demonic mask was a hallmark that was not difficult to recognize. Therefore, the man who was originally very alert, immediately loosened his tense nerves. He turned around, waved and gave a cue to open this solid-looking earth wall.

"You harvest a lot?" ask the man. The expression of his face that was originally sangar, now looks more friendly. After all, with Nanda's smile, it already gave off a friendly impression.

"yes dong!" Nanda smiled widely, looking very proud of herself. "We have a lot of crops! Later, if you're interested, you can exchange some stuff for the nucleus."

"Oh! You're going to sell?" The guard was obviously shocked, but also excited. He had just joined the Ganesha group and the division of the nucleus today was numerous.

Nanda chuckles. "Yes" he replied firmly. Then the ground wall collapsed, forming a hole for a car to enter. The guard did not return to delay Nanda. Ask the girl to come in and rest well. Nanda thanked him before finally returning to run the car and into the wall of the ground.

Just as it entered, the hummer chose to park near the wall. Nanda did not bother to choose a place far away. So, when the engine finally died, the pigtailed woman got out of the four-wheeled vehicle and stretched her body. He yawned, his eyes wet from the crashing drowsiness.

Ganesha did not remain silent. Although the atmosphere behind the wall was very calm as everyone was still asleep and left only a few people busy patrolling, the masked man with a serious expression, set up a tent beside his car. He knew his wife was exhausted. Sleeping in the car is not a good choice, therefore he built a tent so that women can lie down and get good quality sleep.

Ganesha built a tent by himself very skillfully. Because they don't always find a home, they often sleep in tents - or rather just Nanda falling asleep. That's why Ganesha was able to build a tent even without anyone's help after trying to build it several times during their journey.

When the tent was built, Nanda without hesitation entered into it. He immediately stretched out a folding mattress and lay on it. Within seconds, the woman in the jacket fell asleep as soon as her body touched the mattress.

Ganesha sighed. Enter and justify Nanda's lying position. He pulled out a blanket, covered his castle and bent down to gently kiss his forehead, nose, and then his female lips. After being satisfied, the demon masked man sat down beside Nanda. A pair of irises stared at that sleeping face, enjoying every moment as Nanda stopped talking and fell asleep into a peaceful dreamland.

Nanda was so exhausted. The reason was not because they finished looting the contents of the city, but rather because this woman stubbornly put a lot of her own blood into the bottle.

After all, they would be in the King's group, therefore Nanda put his blood into the bottle and stored it into his own dimensional space. Oh, she couldn't forget her husband's food. Biting Nanda to eat is not possible in a hummer. So Nanda chose to put her blood in a bottle and store it in a dimensional space. After all, his dimensional space was very distinctive, his blood would still be in a fresh state and contain the amount of energy that a zombie would need when it was ejected later.

So, no matter how Ganesha asked Nanda to stop, the woman did not stop at all. Putting as much blood as possible into the glass bottles, Nanda kept watch for Ganesha's food to be enough for a year. Well ... ready the umbrella before it rains, she does not want until someone else realizes that her husband is a zombie. That would be very dangerous given the human hostility to the race that had been preying on them all along.

A pair of dark irises spooning. Ganesha's body temperature was several degrees higher than Nanda's when he was full. It is very satisfying, but it also makes it uncomfortable. He hurt Nanda. Every time he sucked blood, he would bite and injure his wife. Not only that, he also made Nanda vomit blood because of the virus that was in his saliva. Ganesha was so disappointed, disappointed with himself that skillfully always hurt his wife.

But on the other hand, he felt a strange pleasure. He just sucked Nanda's blood. Just Nanda and not another human being. Nanda's blood resides in his body, fusing with every cell he has in his body, becoming the energy that gives life to him. This satisfaction gives a sense of joy that makes Ganesha feel domineering. As if making it clear that Nanda is just his ...

This feeling was so contradictory that it left Ganesha confused.

Sensing that someone was approaching, he looked outside. The light reflected by the wall of the tent indicates that the sun is already shining. He also said that some people have begun to wake up and get active. However, his wife was clearly still exhausted. Therefore, without hesitation Ganesha came out of the tent and found the King standing in front of his tent.

Ganesha closed the door and prevented the eyes of others from seeing his sleeping wife. He knew why the king was approaching him. Their agreement is still in effect. Therefore, unwilling to disturb his wife's sleep, Ganesha approached the King, opened the door of the hummer and began to give him some of the things the man wanted along with the nucleus that just went into his pouch.

In a matter of minutes, the hummer that was originally overcrowded, immediately looked almost empty. Only leaving some food that is separated Nanda in the trunk of the car. Dwi who moved some food and items, heaved a heavy sigh. Oh, if Ganesha had brought a bigger car, both would have returned a full-fledged car.

"Everything bought?" a man ran in droves to approach the hummer, staring frantically at the hummer where the contents were almost empty. "I'm late?" said disappointed.

Dwi laughed, patting his partner on the shoulder. "Sorry, buddy, everything Boss bought for our group."

The man grumbled. "Why buy everything? Don't you leave something for me?"

"Ahahaha, be patient. Later when you get to the base or Ganesha gathers something else, just remember to come early."

The man clucked, making Dwi very satisfied to laugh. In the end, they both left. However, he still has to find Ifa to hand over some material to the woman's data and turn it into fresh. Food business, not Dwi who holds. He was only in charge of storing some things like drugs and weapons.

Seeing that no one else was coming, Ganesha re-entered the tent. A pair of irises found Nanda sleeping in a different position. His chest rose and fell constantly, informing the woman of light breathing.

Ganesha smiled slightly. He turned around, closed the door and made sure no one else would bother him or look for him.

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"We postpone one day?"

"Yes" the king answered. The two figures sitting opposite each other were enjoying breakfast. One petite female figure who looked beautiful while the figure of a tan-skinned man accompanying her was handsome and elegant. "Don't worry, just delaying one day, won't be dangerous" he added.

Luna was not worried at all. Don't they have a masked man? That guy is very strong, right? Recalling the masked man, a pair of round eyes reflexively stared out the window. The dark iris stared at the people who had already got out of the car and started their activities. From this thin transparent layer, he had always been watching everyone silently. Look at those who work or do something with a dirty face full of sweat.

"Luna," Luna reflexively turned her gaze forward as soon as the King called out to her. A pair of eyes looked at each other, One hand outstretched, grabbed the smaller hand and grasped it gently. "I don't mean to delay time" he said softly. "We'll find your parents."

Luna forced her smile. He said nothing, just smiled gently and nodded. Having found that reaction, the King heaved a sigh of relief. At least, this woman is smiling. They are engaged and unmarried, the reason why they returned to this country because they want to meet some relatives of the King. Who would have thought the virus would spread? They're stuck, a lot of people die, over time everyone starts to change.

Unfortunately, the king did not change at all.

Luna pulled her hand when she felt that it was enough. He returned, as if concentrating on breakfast. This made the King close his mouth to form a straight line. But the man did not say anything, or even show his anger. He only scrunched his eyebrows, but in the end sighed.

Luna resumed her unfinished breakfast, while the King only looked at the petite woman bathed in sunlight that morning in awe. A tiny figure with hair that has extended past the shoulders sits with a straight back. Her petite face was framed by the dark strands of her soft hair, a pair of eyes with curving eyelashes looked thick, forming an arch as if the beautiful figure was wearing eyeliner. Full lips pale pink close, with one side of the cheek slightly bloated from chewing food. The movement is slow, graceful and calm. It's so fun to watch.

A pair of dark irises cheered, gently staring at the figure of such a beautiful woman. Unknowingly, those thin lips curved into a smile. Beautifully etched on a handsome face that usually exuded a hostile expression.

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A 3-meter-high earth wall was formed, soaring to protect the people who were inside the safe wall ring. Some zombies that appear to move closer to the wall will be shot dead immediately, preventing the buildup of zombies while fading the scent of humans with the blood of approaching zombies.

Srak!

The cars behind the wall were parked irregularly. As long as there is space, anywhere is free to park the vehicle. The adults came out back and forth. Either form a group to gossip or just take a nap in the shadow of a lush tree. After all, this is a free hour. There are no mandatory activities except on people who are on shift guarding. The scorching sunlight above the head, made some people become lazy to get out of their shelter.

"Quick! Hurry along!"

"Come on! Come on!"

"Review carefully! There's a Galak Aunt!"

"A little more! Another bit! Fast follow-up! Shit!"

Shouts of enthusiasm alternating sounded. The children with thin bodies, focused gazing at the two small figures who were running around agilely. Several adults joined in, shouting and applauding after the fun as the two talents chased each other past several parked cars.

"Come on! Comeing! A little more until Finish!" Nanda was screaming. Exposed to the virus of enthusiasm surrounding. He laughed, clapped his hands to make the morning more pleasant.

The two boys who were the center of attention were burned by everyone's cries. Their faces were full of sweat, thin bodies sunburned wet with sweat. However, even though the lungs were squeezed, they showed no signs of giving up. A pair of feet kept pedaling, trying to be ahead and no one wanted to give up. They followed each other, increasingly making enthusiastic cries to each player.

"YEP!"

"DAD!"

"FINISH!"

The screams and claps of everyone blared as the two reached the finish line. Nanda exclaimed, laughing as he looked at the two skinny boys who instantly fell on the ground with exhausted bodies. The breaths of the two hunted, with the chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Yeah, the one-day champion is Ade," Nanda smiled, giving a pouch to a thin figure named Ade. "And the second champion, Marlan," he said as he put a bag over the small body of Marlan lying next to Ade.

"So, brother," Ade changed his lying position to sit. Grabbing a hollow black plastic bag with a pair of sparkling black eyes. His smile expanded, looking very satisfied even though the sweat was still on his face and his breathing was still not normal.

"Liat aja De! I'm going to lose you!" Marlan glared furiously, staring greedily at the pouch Ade was holding. But do not forget, his skinny fingers gripped tightly the plastic bag that Nanda gave possessively as if afraid that someone else would steal it.

Ducking into the results of this race, Marlan's brows were adrift with a bent face, clearly dissatisfied. But the 9-year-old stubbornly raised his head, looked at Nanda and forced a smile. "Bless you brother" he said, not forgetting to thank the person who gave the gift.

Nanda chuckles. "Sama-sama," he said sincerely, then raised his head and looked at the few children who swarmed their two champions. "Well kids! The race is over, we continue the next race 3 days later, agree?!"

"AGREE!" The cries of the children blared, compactly voicing their agreement. In fact, as much as possible shout so that this race does not end and is not interrupted.

"Well remember the rules?"

"REMEMBER!"

"Try saying!"

"The fastest one wins! No fighting while running! After running, you can't hit each other! At the latest, only get one biscuit! Who breaks, can't race anymore!"

"Smart!" praise Nanda, happy. "Okay, now that the show is over, you guys take a break first" he said, then patted the nearest little boy on the head and walked towards a hummer not far from the finish line that became the event.

The children excitedly rushed to their families while holding the pouch. The faces of all the children were beaming. No matter whether they become champions or not, they all feel good about what they produce.

It had been two weeks that Nanda was in this group and he started making running races for the kids. Looking at the children who were so thin and malnourished while indoors, abundant with various foods, Nanda could not bear to remain silent. But unfortunately, he knows giving them continuously voluntarily, not something good. They will get used to begging, then slowly begin to not appreciate his kindness.

Therefore, Nanda started making the race and how much food they got, it was their own hard-earned result. This race also trains their physical and mental fitness, so no matter how you look at it, it is something good for a world that no longer knows the word justice and attaches importance to each other's selfishness.

"Happy?" Ganesha, who was lying on a chair, turned to the side. The figure wearing a half-face mask changed the position to sit. Next to the outstretched hand rubbed Nanda's head gently.

Nanda chuckles. Grabbing her husband's hard fingers and pointing to the side of his face. He enjoyed the high temperature that felt soaked his heart into warmth. Oh, the world may have become biased, cold with each other, always sparking a competition of wanting to be the best for a comfortable survival, but for Nanda, it's always been, competition being the peak of success is not something that matters.

Most important and the only comfort is the existence of Ganesha, a husband figure who will always stand by his side, giving the feeling that. Whether you will become a demon or an angel in the eyes of the world, he knows Ganesha will still hold his hand and give a smile that is able to make Nanda forget everything other than this stunning man.

"Darling, you are my best man!"

Ganesha did not understand why Nanda suddenly said that, but he reacted immediately. Lean the body closer to the woman, then kiss her cheeks and ears.

"And you are my best woman" she whispered softly with a smile on her masked face.