What have you done?!

The day finally turned dark, and the villagers began to fall asleep one by one.

Some chose to stay up, keeping watch in case of any infected individuals, while others opted to rest after enduring a very traumatizing day.

"What do you mean, power?" Kadori questioned after hearing Bjorn's words.

He never expected the bite to grant strength or abilities.

"I am not sure," Bjorn replied, resting his back against the wooden surface.

"Take a look," he said, lifting up his sleeves to reveal his freshly healed wrist.

The bite marks and veins that were once there had completely disappeared.

Kadori grabbed Bjorn's arm to take a closer look.

"How?" Kadori asked.

"I guess it's the same super healing as that girl over there," Bjorn replied, pointing at the girl who had been bitten earlier.

She was already asleep, so she didn't notice Bjorn pointing at her.

"Can I borrow that?" Bjorn asked, referring to Kadori's small knife.

Kadori handed the knife over to him, puzzled about why he needed it.

After retrieving the knife, Bjorn made a small cut on his palm and showed it to Kadori.

Glancing at the palm, Kadori could see it healing up until there was nothing.

"The bite didn't turn me. Instead, it gave me this ability," Bjorn said.

"Although, I'm not entirely sure about it. Part of me doesn't feel like the same person I was a few hours ago. I feel different."

"What do you mean, different?" Kadori inquired.

"I feel stronger, and more alive," Bjorn replied, clenching his fist. "But please, Kadori, don't tell anyone just yet."

"But why? If you truly have gained powers, you might be of great help to us when we encounter those things," Kadori replied.

"I know. I'll tell them when the time is right. For now, let's just keep it a secret. Okay?" Bjorn pleaded.

Kadori shrugged his shoulders and turned to sleep.

'Maybe I should let one of those creatures bite me. Who knows, I might get stronger,' Kadori pondered before shutting his eyes.

****

The morning sun rose, and the villagers began to wake up from their sleep.

Kadori also woke up and found Bjorn still in the same spot as last night.

"I couldn't sleep," Bjorn noticed Kadori glaring at him, so he felt the need to explain himself.

The crowd started to murmur and complain of hunger. Most of them hadn't eaten anything since yesterday.

The few who brought food refused to share and chose to be selfish with it.

 After a few minutes of grumbling and complaints, Uncle Duncan arrived with a few more soldiers.

 The soldiers carried baskets full of water, food, and medications.

 "I know most of you haven't eaten anything since yesterday!" Uncle Duncan said. "Please manage with this for the time being."

 The villagers were asked to form a straight line and step forward one after the other to receive their food.

 Due to bullying and pushing, Kadori found himself at the end of the line. His small body couldn't compete with the larger men in front of him.

 One by one, the villagers received a loaf of stale bread and a small cup of water.

 "Is this all we get?" One of the villagers grumbled.

 "What on earth is this?!"

 "How are we supposed to fill up on this?!"

 The villagers complained to the soldiers after receiving the bread.

 But Uncle Duncan yelled back at them, saying they didn't pay the soldiers to help them in the first place.

 Finally, it was Kadori's turn to receive his food.

 "Huh? Where's mine?" Kadori asked, looking into the empty basket.

 "We counted everyone here and brought the same amount of bread and water. If the basket is empty, it means we've served everyone," the soldier replied.

 "What do you mean? I haven't gotten anything!" Kadori yelled. In his case, he hadn't eaten anything for two days.

 The day before the apocalypse, his mother lacked the money to provide food, and the farm grains weren't ready for harvest.

 "Or maybe you already ate it, and now you're trying to trick us into giving you more," the soldier replied with an annoyed look.

He turned around and left the area.

 Kadori shifted his gaze to the crowd; everyone was busy munching on their bread.

 Among them, a plump-looking man had two loaves of bread in his hands.

 "You old scoundrel!" Kadori shouted, catching everyone's attention on the ship.

 He charged forward towards the man, but before he could get close, the man stuffed the two loaves into his mouth and began chomping.

 Kadori halted his steps, watching the plump man greedily devouring his meal.

 Rage coursed through Kadori's veins; he clenched his fist and swung it towards the man's face.

 Pow!

 The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed throughout the area as Kadori's fist connected squarely with the man's annoying face.

 The punch forced the man to spit out the stuffed bread in his mouth as he fell onto the wooden floor.

 Kadori walked over to the man, who was still recovering from the punch, and sent another punch towards the man's pot belly.

 Blergh!

 The man was forced to vomit up everything he had eaten, followed by an uppercut that lifted him off the floor and tossed him out of the ship.

 Help!

 The man cried out for help as he fell off the ship and into the river.

 Everyone gasped in shock after witnessing the scene that had just played out before them.

 How could such a young boy be filled with so much anger and rage?

 Uncle Duncan and the soldiers quickly rushed to the location of the incident, unsure of what had just happened.

But with everyone chattering and gossiping, they could piece together what had occurred.

 "Kadori, what have you done?!" Uncle Duncan scolded, standing at the edge of the ship and glancing all the way down to the sea.

 "Do you see him?" one of the soldiers asked.

"No!" Uncle Duncan replied. "He probably doesn't know how to swim, so he drowned!" Uncle Duncan assumed, stepping away from the edge and walking over to Kadori.

"You need to work on these anger issues, boy, or we might leave you behind to survive on your own," Uncle Duncan scolded. "We can't risk bringing a heartless beast with us."