Chapter 88: Dirty Work

Chapter 88: Dirty Work

It took Bee a little while to drag a bed over to the library herself, not because of how heavy it was exactly, but because of the awkward size. As she became stronger, she started to realize that it didn't help as much after a point. One of the books in the library explained it to her. In order to push something, she needed something to push against; if she was able to overcome the friction of her feet on the ground, any extra strength was just wasted. So when she was as light as she was, it was rare that she was in a situation where she could bring her level 32 strength to bear.

The mattress was just heavy and long enough to keep threatening to tip her over, but still, she did her best not to drag it along the floor. They had initially taken the boy to the kitchen but soon figured out that there wasn't much Bee could do to help there. Instead, she had left him with Tony to go prepare a place for the kid to rest. Bee was honestly a bit overwhelmed. Fighting zombies was one thing, but comforting someone when they were obviously distraught and afraid was beyond her.

Something was going on outside, and if those zombies were just one group of many, it was more important than ever to go get Tony's family. If there were undead running around this close, they likely weren't safe. The problem was that she wasn't sure they would be able to wait for Tony to heal enough to travel. Bee would have left that very minute if she wasn't also concerned about leaving a still-healing Tony with the traumatized little boy. As good as Tony was with kids, probably due to his many little siblings, he couldn't defend himself right now, let alone a young charge.

If they stayed behind with Void, she was sure they would be safe, but who knew what her master would do? She couldn't claim to understand its mind.

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As Tony took the small human to eat some food, I fiddled with Beatrice's broom. I had grabbed one of the knives from the kitchen and was doing my best to attach it to the non-bristled end. This would let her pick up trash by spearing it without having to bend down, as well as help her scrape moss or wood splinters off of surfaces. It also might have a handy side effect of helping her handle more fleshy opponents than skeletons. I used all my tools to get this to work, but the building still wasn't my strong point.

First, I trimmed the handle of the knife using my Sanitation Lamp. It was too long to fit in the groove I was about to carve at the end of the broom. Once I had done that, I soaked the wooden broomstick in water to make it malleable. Then I slotted the knife in, squeezing the wet wood firmly around the handle. With a quick touch of my mop, I sucked all the water out of the wood to cure it. For extra security, I wrapped some butcher's twine around the ensemble tightly until I was sure that the knife wouldn't move, no matter what Beatrice did to it.

Once I finished, I rolled back slightly to admire my work. I had really outdone myself here. This was the first time I had really built something, and I was proud of it. Hopefully, Beatrice would like it too.

The broom was still in one piece, but now there was a ten-inch blade pointing out the top of the handle. It was only sharp on one end, which would limit its slashing capability, but I didn't really have the ability to sharpen the other side. Maybe Beatrice could if she wanted to.

I wasn't about to let her out of the castle without being able to defend herself. A broom was great, but yet again, the humans from the outside proved that they couldn't be trusted. The audacity they had. Daring to attack Beatrice right in front of me again! This time they hadn't managed to hurt her, but that was only because I stepped in and destroyed one before they could follow through with their actions.

That gave me pause. I had hurt a human. Worse, I had completely deactivated one. It was an incredibly dirty human, to be fair. My scanner was telling me that the flesh of those humans' flesh was literally starting to rot. How could they take so little care of themselves?

Luckily I was saved from any more awkwardness by Tony and the little human coming into the room. "I believe it's time for proper introductions. Everyone, this is Felix."

Tony turned to address Felix. "Felix, that is Bee and Void. Or Spot. I'm not sure which."

Felix waved at us. "Hello," he whispered shyly.

I waved back with my grabby arm. Beatrice smiled at him, and she wiped her eyes. "So, what's your story?"

Tony shot Beatrice a look. Felix's shaky smile immediately fell. Still, somehow he mustered the courage to speak. "I was at home with my mom last night. Da was out in the pastures working on the plow. We heard someone come up on the porch, but it didn't sound like Da. The footsteps were too heavy. There was banging at the door. That's when... That's when Ma noticed something was wrong."

Beatrice's face was frozen in a mask, and I didn't understand exactly why. My guess was that it had something to do with Felix being sad. He sucked in another shaky breath before continuing. "She looked out the window, and then she was pulling me to my room and pushing me out my window. She couldn't fit so she went back to go out the door. I waited, but she never came out."

Tears were starting to run down Beatrice's face. "When the things came out of the house instead of Ma, I ran to find Da. But it was so dark. I couldn't find him."

Felix was almost whispering at this point. Tony put his hand on Felix's shoulder and squeezed. With a comforting voice, he spoke. "It's okay. I think we understand."

Felix shook Tony's hand off. He wiped his nose, and his eyes turned determined. "No! I need to tell you the rest."

"I was running around the field when I noticed they were chasing me. I ran down the trail back to the road. They followed, but they weren't very fast. By the time I got to the road, I had thought I had lost them. So I slept in the bushes, waiting for someone to come past so they could help me find my Da. But no one came. After a while of waiting, they came out of the woods, and I needed to run again. I went in this direction. Whenever I stopped for more than a couple of hours, they would catch up with me. Then I found you."

Felix fell silent. Tony looked like he wanted to say something but held his tongue. We all sat in silence for a little bit. I wasn't sure I understood the whole implications of Felix's story, but when I dissected the events, I came up with a 95% percent certainty that he was now an orphan. That would be like me losing all my humans! That was awful! Someone should be comforting this poor child!

Seeing that no one else was willing to take action, I rolled over to Felix's side and started patting his shoulder with my arm. At first, he didn't react, but after he looked up at me, I saw him crack a smile. "Void is really cute!"

For some reason, Beatrice flinched.