Chapter 257 A Bad Memory



This empty feeling of darkness, where his mind was conscious but unable to see or think of anything. It was the familiar feeling that Zain had experienced before, but as time went on during his time as a zombie, he was passing out less and less.

Yet, he knew in the back of his mind that it was always a possibility, that it could occur at any time, and now it had occurred again. Why did it have to happen at the worst times? Lately, it felt like someone was doing it on purpose, as if to put him in a worse situation than he already was.

"It was so sudden this time, I didn't have a chance to even fight against it or stop it like I had done that one time in the hospital," Zain thought.

He started to think about the current situation and how the others would handle it without him.

"The situation was already tough to get out of, we would have just barely made it. The only chance for the others to survive, and the best thing for them to do, is to just leave me behind... there is a good chance that I'll be killed, but that's how I taught them."

Finally, the darkness started to disappear, and in its place was a room. A familiar room to Zain, small with a single bed and a desk, and posters on the wall. It was a typical teenage or young one's bedroom. What stood out, though, was the desk and on that desk, there was a computer set up.

All of this was familiar to Zain because it was his childhood bedroom, the one he had grown up in as a child. Right now, he was in the body of a child, his former self, perhaps 8 or 10 years old.

It was a memory from long ago, so it was hard for him to remember, but the vision he was experiencing this time was different from all the others. For one, he was in his own body, but he was unable to control it.

It was almost as if he was watching a movie, but through the eyes of himself. The mouse could be heard clicking and the keyboard tapping away. Zain tried to stop clicking for a second, but nothing happened, and the child version of himself continued to play the game.

"What do you mean it's not ready!" A loud voice was heard from the other side of the house. It felt like it was almost shaking the walls. "I have been slaving away day after day, and all I'm asking for is one thing, and now you've ruined my entire day. You useless B*tch.

"I should have thrown you and that useless kid under the bridge!"

This voice instantly caused a sick feeling to brew in Zain's stomach. It was a voice he thought he would never have to hear again, and now, thanks to the system, he had heard it once more.

Looking at his child self, though, he could see that it was affecting him as well. His hands were shaking.

The shouting continued, and eventually, loud thuds were heard. The child Zain then placed headphones over his head and started to turn the volume up as he continued to shake, sitting in his seat.

He was trying his best to just focus on the game. "Survive, survive, I need to do what I can to survive. I need to get the wood and more resources," Zain mumbled to himself.

He flinched a couple of times as he heard louder thuds from the other room but continued to play the game, that was until a figure made of dark mist started to appear.

The mist started to form, and a military uniform could be seen. It looked to be the body of a man, until the face appeared because it was the faceless man, with nothing but a mouth on his head.

"You weakling, why don't you do something about it, something to stop it?" The faceless man asked.

For the first time, the child Zain stopped playing his game and turned around.

"I'm just a child, there is nothing I can do."

"There is always something you can do, but instead, you just sit in here and ignore it all while your mother out there takes the brunt of everything."

"What can I do!" Zain shouted. "He's stronger than me and bigger than me. Maybe if it was like a game, where I could level up and get stronger, I could beat him. But right now, if I tried to do anything, I could never beat him!"

The faceless man looked to be turning back into a black mist, but he had a few last words to say.

"You will never know until you try," the faceless man stated.

With the faceless man disappearing, so did the rest of the room, and it looked like the vision was coming to an end.

"That wasn't a pleasant vision this time... not a good one at all," Zain said.

A few moments later, Zain was opening his eyes just like the times before. He had somewhat expected to see maybe the school ceiling, and if not that, to never be able to open his eyes again.

Instead, the walls were completely black. Turning his head to the right, there were barred cells. Looking around the dark room, he could soon see others in there with him, curled up in balls in corners of the room. Some were just standing there on their own.

"Where am I?" Zain thought.

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