Chapter 111 Life Is Not A Game

"What are you doing!" The other woman who was knelt down by the side of her friend said. There was sweat running down her face and her heart was thumping loudly because when looking into the eyes of Zain, she felt like she was somewhat looking at a madman.

"If we don't get her treated, then she will die from blood loss!" Ripping part of her shirt she was starting to wrap and tie them around her friend's wounds, but honestly, she didn't know how much that was going to help. "Don't worry when we go back to the base, the doctor will look after you, I'll do whatever I can to make him treat you."

The woman continued to sob as she looked at her hands, the hands she could see on the floor, but seeing them again, the shock of everything was starting to make her squeal even more. The build up in her cries was getting worse, and eventually, she started to scream once more.

"AHHHH!" The women screamed, and Zain could see that it was attracting unwanted attention from those nearby.

"AHHH!' the woman continued to scream, but eventually, it completely stopped. "Kuk...ku."

Sound was attempting to come out from her throat, but nothing was working, and she could feel a slight warm trickle coming down her neck. When attempting to move her head there was a slight dull pain and seconds later she could see the tip of the sword right through her neck. She didn't last long after that as her vision went black and her head fell down slightly.

Pulling out the sword, Zain flicked it, throwing the blood off, and held it firmly in his hand.

"What are you doing, you killed her!" The woman shouted and went to go toward Zain in anger, who quickly pointed the sword toward her now. She had stopped with the tip now just touching her neck.

"You attempted to shoot us, and then you failed to listen when I said to shut her up and now you are doing the same thing," Zain explained. "If you make noise, then we will all die! Don't any of you understand that after living in this new world for so long?"

At the moment, Zain was thinking back to his games. It was crucial to not make a lot of noise, especially in the city where they were surrounded by enemies which is why he said his next phrase.

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"If this was a game you would all be dead," Zain stated.

In the game world, Zain would have no problems killing a human for him to survive, because in the games he liked to play, death meant restarting from the ground up. However, he knew the stakes were even higher here.

All of sudden, Zain's sword had been kicked out the side and it was so powerful that it made his whole arm move. When turning his head to look at who had done such a thing, he realized that it was Pink of all people.

"There were other ways you could have dealt with the situation!" Pink said with her face scrunched up, her heart hurting. "You keep talking like this, saying it's a game but this isn't a game, the people you are hurting... you are hurting in real life. They have family, they have people that care for them."

Once again, Zain felt a slight pain in his head, and pulled the sword down, holding the back of his head. It was then that the group took the chance to run away.

"We will remember you!" The men shouted as they led the others away. "The doctor won't be happy with this!"

After that, the other group left, leaving the supplies behind.

"I'm... sorry Zain," Pink said. "I know you mean well for us, I just."

Thinking about the situation kept making Pink think about her family. Her mother and father were still out there somewhere at least she hoped, and it was likely they were with one of these groups of people.

Zain for a second looked at the dead body on the floor.

"If she had gotten that gun then she would have shot us all, and it's been a long time since I've had to think about family."

Not wasting resources, Zain proceeded to do the dirty work. With the life he had just taken, he needed their brain and flesh and proceeded to put them in plastic tubs. They would only stay fresh for a few days without a fridge or freezer lowering their effectiveness, but it was still better than having nothing.

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At the same time, Kun and Pink decided to go through the box of supplies that had been dropped. There were several tins, packs of food, and dry food as well as other things. They had decided to only take a small amount since it wasn't what they needed and leave it for the others who would find the crate.

There was an automatic machine gun, as well as two handguns inside. Pink had kept the two handguns while Kun took the automatic machine gun and aimed it carefully... he looked to know how to use the gun quite well.

"It was part of our training or did you forget I was an agent, but like Zain says, it's best we don't use these things unless we really have to," Kun replied.

On top of that, there were first aid supplies as well as plenty of medicine of all sorts inside the crate as well. They would be taking all of this for now. Not for themselves but Kun believed that it may come in handy in the future, at least for trading.

While packing the supplies up, Pink looked at Zain behind Kun.

"Do you think Zain is okay?" Pink asked. "I mean, I understand why he did the things he did, and it makes sense, but he seems to be detached from the world."

"That's why we need him." Kun replied. "I've seen the look in his eyes, and in the military in the Reborn group, there were guys that I saw that were just like him. You should just be happy that he's on our side. Could you imagine if he was human?"

An image appeared in Pink's head, of Zain fighting Zombies, chasing after them being ruthless not giving them a single chance, and if Zain had met the Reborn group as a human, he would have done everything in his power to get rid of them.

"I guess you're right." Pink laughed. "But I think I might have noticed a trigger of some sort to stop him."

Kun didn't ask further about this, because he had noticed it as well. Whenever anyone mentioned his past, or mentioned the world family, it seemed like Zain's mood had reacted differently. Zain had the right to keep his past to himself, but it made Kun wonder.

If Zain was telling the truth about him being a student, then what life did he live to be able to be this way, to be able to make decisions that most would hesitate with at the snap of his fingers?

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