Gangs and Anarchy

The city was an absolutely big mess. It reminded Han of the ruins of a sect when he was done with it. People running away, blood being spilled, the screams and the desperate cries. It gave him nostalgia.

The only thing different was the gunshots. It kept making him anxious. The fear of being hit by a random bullet made him cautious more than ever. He couldn't dodge a bullet, but he can at least run once the firing started.

"Amelia, how many people own guns in this country?"

"Well, guns are easily purchased so I think most of the people own guns."

Han sighed, guns were going to be a huge problem. Hopefully, they can drive away without any problem, but problems are just things that you can't avoid.

Another man stood on the road, waving and screaming like a madman, "Stop! Stop!"

"Ignore him. Don't try to avoid him, just go straight through as if he wasn't there."

This wasn't the first time an imbecile tried to block them. Han had Amelia run over a lot of them, with a little intimidation. This time, however, Amelia, slowed down.

Instantly the edge of his cleaver grazed along her throat and Han asked, "What are you doing?"

"-I know this person, he's part of the military. He can help us."

"Then if I have him. Why do I need you?"

"I-I...Damnit! Just kill me then! I don't want to fear for my life every damn minute!"

'Hmm, rather brave. Seems like she's mentally stable already. Guess she really is a feisty one. '

Han chuckled, as he lowered his cleaver. She may be feisty but she was a bad judge of character. Just from sight alone, he knew this man was rotten, even more, when they got closer and he could sense his aura. It reeked, like a parasite.

But if he killed this guy mercilessly again then he'll lose his guide. If he doesn't well he might still lose her. Why not teach her a lesson instead?

"Alright, do what you want. But remember, whatever happens to you will not be my concern anymore."

Amelia was stunned, she got the murderer to actually agree. She pulled over beside the man and the man got in before the zombies could even come near.

"Thank you! Thank--" The man's eyes widened in recognition, "Amelia! Oh god, it's you!"

"Sir Gerald, How long have you been out there!" Amelia asked, with what seemed like shining eyes.

'God, this woman has bad taste in men.'

Gerald may be considered a pretty boy, the problem was that it was probably his only positive trait.

"I've been out here for so long, helping anybody I could help. it's our duty to the people you know, as soldiers." Gerald boasted,

'This person really knew how to joke. Help others? When he couldn't even help himself?' Han chuckled to himself.

"Oh, hello little guy." Gerald said with a sympathetic smile, "Must have been very hard for you, huh?"

Han put on his best act once again, and turned to face Amelia, "It's been so hard. Luckily, auntie Amelia's been taking good care of me."

"Oh? That's amazing Amelia. Taking care of yourself is already hard enough, but you even helped a young boy! Bless your soul Amelia!"

Amelia chuckled as she tapped on the wheel, she took sideglances at Han and his cleaver that was on his lap before answering, "Yeah, it's only our duty after all..."

She said that to be proud, but instead her shoulders sagged.

"What is it, Amelia? Is it that boy's parents?" Gerald sighed, "Sometimes we just can't save everybody, but what matters is we tried our best."

His words seemed to do the opposite of comfort, as Amelia remembered the scene of the slaughter, she couldn't even try anything but run.

Han put salt into the wound by saying, "Yeah, I don't blame you for their deaths Amelia, People die all the time. There was nothing you could do. Absolutely nothing."

"Jeez, kid. Don't lose hope!" Gerald said at Han's pessimistic reply.

Han smiled thinly and focused his attention in front of him. He noticed a long time ago that the number of zombies was steadily decreasing as they went forward. But strangely enough, humans were starting to be seen less too.

'Have the people already evacuated, or did the zombies already eat their fill and move on?'

He evaluated the situation, scanning his surroundings for anything suspicious. What was there to be noticed, but a few zombies and corpses? Corpses with circular holes all over their body. According to Hanne's memory, bullet holes.

Someone or some people with guns were out here.

It wouldn't have alerted Han so much, but the corpses scattered all over the streets weren't zombies at all. They were unturned humans.

"Drive faster." Han whispered, "There are shooters here."

Amelia obeyed. The wind harshly blew Han's hair as Amelia slowly lowered her foot on the pedal. Amelia was rather obedient as long as Han didn't make him kill people.

"Hey! Hey! Slow down, Amelia, you ain't in a racing track!"

Amelia glanced at Han shaking his head, then continued speeding up. Gerald started to hang on for dear life while Han's eyes suddenly widened.

In a split of a second, he yanked Amelia's hair down just as bullets came raining down on them. The car lost control and flew into the air before crashing and turning completely upside down.

Han coughed up blood as he was crushed under the car's weight, Gerald was still screaming like a fucking banshee and Amelia was conscious but barely.

He was stuck. Bleeding heavily with his chest pressed down by metal, and something was cleaved on his leg. This was a pain in the ass. He doesn't know anything about medicinal practices here, and his own world's medicine was mostly pills, elixirs, herbs, immortal treasures, or traditional practices such as acupuncture.

Currently, he had none of those, all he could rely on was his body's natural regeneration rate. And although that was faster than an average human, it would still take a few hours. If it's bad then maybe even a day or two.

With his energy sense, he found four men rapidly approaching. Two of them took watch as the other two started to open the car.

"Hey! Boy's we're lucky once again!" The thug snickered, "We got three people-uhh, make it two, the kids a goner!"

"Help me! Help! I can give you the lady as long as you spare my life!" That was Gerald.

"Get away from me..." Amelia muttered under her weak breath.

"They got lots of food here too!" Another thug reported.

Han watched with his fading vision as Amelia and Gerald were pulled out of the car. In the corner of his eyes, he saw Amelia reaching out for him.

"The kids about to die, woman! Let him rest! Be thankful that he won't see what we'll do to you." One of the thugs licked his lips. All of the thugs had tattoos, but this one really looked like a coloring book.

"Don't do anything stupid, Jacob, the boss doesn't like his women touched."

"Shut the fuck up, Lance! What he doesn't know wouldn't make him angry." Jacob clutched Amelia's cheeks tightly.

"Don't do it, Jacob! Boss will cut off your balls! I saw him do it once, to that guy who tried going all karate and shit." A short thug said,

"Oh! Shut the hell up, Bruce! You all shut the hell up. Even you! You fucking pussy!" Jacob tossed Amelia away as he paced towards the whimpering Gerald. He took out a knife from his belt and pressed it on Gerald's lips. "Make one more noise and I'll cut off your tongue! You hear me!"

Gerald nodded like a bird eating seeds. A gunshot followed as a thug shot down multiple zombies. The shooter was a thug with a dominant presence, he was tall and muscular with brown hair. One look from him made the other thugs quiet down.

"Enough squabbling, it's time to move. Jacob, get the bags, Bruce and Lance take care of those two. We're going back to base."

"Aye aye, Marcus" Bruce kicked Gerald to his feet and pointed a gun on his back while Lance carried the now unconscious Amelia piggyback style.

"Fuck this shit man!" Jacob complained as he carried all the bags. Glaring at Lance who was grinning, revealing golden teeth.

Han watched as they walked away. Memorizing each and every feature they had, carving it into his brain like an obsessed maniac. Han didn't believe in revenge, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have grudges.

If he could retrieve his bag while killing those motherfuckers then he would do it, then if he could get Amelia it would merely be a bonus. He could find other guides after all.

Without the thugs killing the zombies, they started to advance towards Han's position. Han removed the cleaver from his leg and began to lift the metal crushing him. It was cumbersome, but he managed to crawl out.

His black clothes were now stained with scarlet blood. His skinny jeans were torn around his knee and his right leg was still bleeding. Some of his ribs were fractured and it hurt as he moved, but he was the masochist's avatar. He was used to pain.

He cut off a part of his black sweatshirt and used it as a bandage on his right leg. Zombies were closing in, and Han didn't bother to cut them all down. Instead, he trailed the thugs through the streets. Moving from alleyway to alleyway, taking care not to be spotted as the thugs moved on with caution. The buildings started to get shorter, and the space between each one was wider. Han was starting to feel the adrenaline wear off, and his injuries were stinging. The thugs arrived at an open field, Han couldn't follow anymore, but it didn't matter as the thugs had reached their destination.

He peered from afar at a prison. High walls were elevated covering a wide space. It looked like a castle, it had watchtowers and a huge gate that opened as the thugs strolled inside. The area around the prison was a wide-open space, it would be hard to enter undetected, even more, that there were actual guards that would shoot on sight. Han cursed his luck.

'What kind of criminals do they have here that the security is like this!'

If this was the normal Han, he would have cut his losses and moved on. However, he wasn't. He had the memories of a sixteen year old which subtly messes with his priorities. Right now, in that bag, was an object of importance to him, and for the first time in his life, he was having the urge to do something stupid.

If he wasn't able to find a safe way to infiltrate then he would move on, and that was that.

It was then that he heard a car engine rumbling from afar. A school bus headed straight towards the prison, he spotted familiar faces inside, and they were all held at gunpoint. Han had an idea, an infiltration just as those he had done in the past. He used to do those for money, but now he was welcoming danger for such a thing.

Han narrowed his eyes, waiting for the perfect moment before suddenly limping away from the prison as if he escaped, with his face turning into an expression of despair as he 'accidentally' gets spotted by the bus.

"Hey! That kid's escaping!"