Chapter 178 - Sports Complex (2)

<Author's note: The things (racism, s.e.xism, political views, etc.) depicted or mentioned in this story do not reflect the real world and are purely coincidences. If they do, please keep in mind that they are simply for world-building and are only work of fiction. Thank you for your understanding.>

"Didn't I tell you not to even think about it?" Nathan said and grinned.

The topless man was about to summon a spell but Nathan whipped him away from his [Grade D] Spear.

Bam!

The man crashed to the side.

Nathan just stood and waited patiently for the man to get up.

The man covered his wound with his palm as he got up and then stared at Nathan.

'Where did that weapon come from? I swear to God I didn't see him carry any weapon. Is it a spell I've never seen before?'

Nathan rolled his eyes and then said, "Like I said, you're the first person I've met since I've arrived here. So as much as possible I don't want any bloodshed. I just want information. That's all. So come here without any fuss and answer my questions. Not too close though. I don't want to catch any diseases from you, thanks to your diet."

'This weaboo! I swear to God I will get you for this!' he thought and then wore an expression that looked like he already admits defeat and would do what Nathan says before answering, "Okay. But sir, I have a hole in my body and I'm bleeding. I migh--"

"Shut up and just do what I say or I'll add another hole."

The man slowly walked towards Nathan and stop about 3 meters away from him.

"First of all, I will give you Healing Potions for your wound. But that's only after you're done answering my questions. So don't even bother lying or else you will bleed to death by the time I'm satisfied with your answers."

"Okay, sir..."

"Do you know anyone by the name Nazul Mahkad and Nadia Mahkad?"

The man shook his head and said, "No, sir."

"Are you sure? Try to remember. Nazul Mahkad, my father, he looks like --"

Nathan stopped and thought, 'Oh my God… I just realized that I don't have any pictures of my parents inside my wallet and I didn't even bother to bring my wallet with me...'

'I think I left it at my apartment at Cram City…?'

'Well, putting aside the fact that I didn't even bother to bring my wallet, the pictures of my parents at all at my phone and I threw it at Amir's grave…'

'Ugh… Oh my God... Such an epic fail…'

'No, no, no. Hold on. Do people even still carry pictures of their family in their wallet? I mean, who does that when there's a smartphone and you can either just them on your phone or upload them on the internet?'

'Yeah, yeah… This isn't my fault…'

'But still… I shouldn't have thrown my phone back at Corn Town…'

Nathan continued, "--umm… About Nazul Mahkad, my father, he looks like me but older. Around 50 years old. Normal build. But he's also shorter than me. Maybe around 5'11". He's a policeman with short hair, clean-cut, typical of police officers."

"I don't remember seeing someone like that."

"Are you sure? Try to remember."

"I really don't remember, sir. I promise you. As God as my witness."

"Where there any police officers here?"

"Police officers? Uh... Yeah, there were two. One was a retired officer and was already 90 years old, while the other was still on the force but around 30 years old. Both of them male."

"What about my mother Nadia Mahkad. Around 50 years old as well. Also normal build. Her height around 5'4". And you could say -- Ah never mind. Just tell me if her name rings a bell."

"It doesn't, sir. Sorry."

Nathan squinted his eyes and studied the man's face.

'He doesn't look like he's lying. Even the tone of his voice, I can't pick up any subtle hints that he could be lying…'

'But then again, this is Muwin, a brown-skinned Asian country. There are so many actors here…'

"What about --"

Amir's family also live in Latif City but they were in a different neighborhood.

From his parents' home to the house of Amir's family, it would take 10-15 minutes to drive, depending on the traffic, or about an hour if he were to walk.

Nevertheless, he needed to try.

"-- a man named Abbas and Amira Fassad? They're in their 50s, a good-looking couple and they look rich. Abbas is around 5'9" while Amira is 5'6". Although they're Muwinians, they have a Western accent, Womanian to be exact."

"Sorry, sir, their names don't ring a bell either."

"What about their daughter? Her name is Aena, around 21 years old, 5'5" tall, slim, and brown skin. She's also beautiful. Also has a Western accent."

"Sorry, sir --"

"You're really useless, aren't you? Are you sure you're not just bullshiting me?" Nathan coldly said.

The man immediately started kowtowing a few times profusely as he said, "I'm very sorry, sir. I didn't mean to. I swear to God. It's just that the names and the description of the people that you mentioned just don't ring any bells."

"So it's my fault now? Is that what you're trying to say?"

The man started kowtowing profusely once again as he said, "No, sir! I wouldn't dare! It's just that --"

"Enough!" Nathan said and stared intently at the man's face.

'Ugh… This is such an epic fail… Oh… F.u.c.k me sideways… I can't tell anything. I seriously can't. This is getting me nowhere…'

'Oh, I almost forgot! I have pictures of my parents back at my parents' house. Should I go back to my house and grabbed a picture there and show it to him?'

'Ugh… I feel lazy… I don't want to go back…'

'And plus, this guy doesn't seem like he's lying…'

'Wait! I know what to do.'

"That "Y" formation made up of corpses over there. You did that?"

The man struggled to find an answer, "Uh… That…"

"Speak clearly."

"There used to be around 300 people here seeking shelter. But they all gone crazy…"

"Explain properly."

"Sorry, sir," the man kowtowed and continued, "There were a lot of religious people here and they suddenly decided that it was God's will to turn themselves into zombies or just commit suicide. They believe it's what God wanted. You know, because God unleashed this zombie apocalypse. And they managed to convince the others to join with their idea."

"Ha? What? How? Ah, never mind. So you're the only survivor?"

"No, there were others who didn't want to take part in it and left immediately once things got a little... intense."

"And what about you?"

"I volunteered to be the last one and to make sure that I will pile up the bodies into the Trinitian symbol. I used to work in a funeral parlor so I managed to convince them… somehow…"

Nathan squinted his eyes.

'That last part. I can tell there's more to that story he isn't sharing. But it doesn't matter. Nevertheless, I'm sure there's no way my parents would be that crazy to join such a thing, especially my father. So the next is --'

The man's face was becoming pale from his wound. He coughed and said weakly, "Sir, I think I've already lost a lot of blood. Can I heal myself now? You don't have to give me any Healing Potions. I have some inside the tent."

Nathan rolled his eyes and said, "Quit your drama. You're not going to die from such a superficial wound. Or do you want me to add another hole right now?"

The man didn't say anything and only God knew what was going inside his head.

"Are there Government Shelters here, like something set up by the government for civilians to seek shelter from the zombie threat?"

"Government shelter? Yes, sir, I heard the government was setting a shelter at Fort Yano."

"Fort Yano?"

"Yes, sir, it's --"

"I know where it is. Only at Fort Yano? I mean, the only government shelter here in Kulerga is in Fort Yano, nothing in each city?"

"It's the only proper shelter I know of, sir. Of course, when the zombie apocalypse first happened, each city tried setting up their own shelters but that didn't work -- as far as I know, sir."

"Hmm…"

"However, I'm not sure if Fort Yano still exists, sir. It's been days since I heard anything from the smartphone and radio. Unfortunately, we don't have access to electricity so I wasn't able to charge my phone or any of the phones here and I also ran out of batteries for the radios."

"Fort Yano, huh…" Nathan said as he massaged his growing goatee.

Back at Divine Tower, the Chosen One Burning Fighting Fighter made showered him with [Fireballs], burning all of his hair and skin.

Fortunately, there was the System Healing Potions or else it would've taken him weeks or possibly even months to recover from his wounds.

But for his hair, especially his long hair, unfortunately, the Healing Potions can't do anything with that. He had to grow them back naturally.

"Sir, when the zombie apocalypse first happened, it was pure chaos. Some went to the police and government officials to ask for help, some locked themselves inside their homes, some left the city, and others decided to --"

Nathan wasn't listening as he was lost in his own thoughts.

'Hmm… So I have to go to the military camp Fort Yano…'

'Although I've never been there, I at least know where it is…'

'It's located near the mountains outside of Kelurga City and Nabe City…'

'It's another walking marathon…'

An image of an unconscious Zita flashed inside his head.

'I can't travel tonight or else that kid might lose consciousness again…'

'Ugh… That kid is just one problem after another…'

'I really hope she's worth all this effort I'm giving…'

'Oh shit, I forgot about my promise to that kid I will come back within an hour. I think it's been almost 2 hours already…'

'Ugh… I have to go back…'

'F.u.c.k me sideways…'

'And…'

He looked at the topless man who was still talking.

"-- I remember what the person first came here, he was --"

'Hmm… Although I suspect he wasn't being completely honest with the Trinitian symbol made up of human and zombie corpses, he doesn't seem to be lying about my parents and Amir's family…'

'If I can't find them there at Fort Yano, I can only assume they're dead…'

'And after that, I'm going to the south region to see if my relatives there are okay…'

" -- then everything ended up like this," the man finally ended his story.

"I see," Nathan said.

"Sir, I'm already starting to get cold and I'm about to lose consciousness. Please let me heal my wound already…'

Nathan got up and then summoned two [Small] Healing Potions.

"Thanks for the info," he said as he tossed the potions to the man before activating [Coward's Way].

As for the man's eating habits, he could care less about it.

He had no intention of playing hero after all.

As long a person doesn't get in the way of his d.e.s.i.r.es, goals, etc., then everything is okay.

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