Chapter 2-

"Unh…" Daichi grunted, his eyes opening slowly. "Where am I?" He said, his vision blurring as it adjusted to the light. He looked around, flailing his head around. "Where am I?" He shouted, jerking to an upright position. He looked back, noticing that he couldn't go any further. His hands were entangled in a thick metal chain that was bound to a bar behind him. He cursed and looked up, the room shook. "What the…?" And then he realized where he was. He was in a van of some kind.

"Hey look!" The voice startled Daichi, causing him to slam his wrists against the bar they were bound to. "The scum's awake!"

Daichi watched as a huge, bulky man pushed into the room, followed by two more. He rubbed his wrist, wincing at the pain.

"Yeah." said the second man. "The scum's awake. How ya doin'?" The man gave a hardy laugh as if he had made a joke that was insanely funny.

Daichi just stared at them. "Wait…" He said. "Where's Pidgey? Pidgey!" He jerked at the chains, looking around the room. "Where's Pidgey?" He growled, looking at the first man that had entered the room.

"I think he means the little bird thing." The third man said, nodding at the first one. "Ya know."

"Yeah, that little fucker bit me." The first one said, frowning at Daichi. "That your bird?"

Daichi jerked against his restraints again, ignoring the man. "Let me out of here! What the hell do you think you're doing anyway?"

The second man laughed again. "We're just following orders son, the up tops got us deporting your ass immediately." He said, his voice turning serious. "Seriously… Zombies, in downtown, how ironic."

Daichi frowned. As far as he could tell there wasn't any irony in that sentence but even more than that he just realized that the zombie the man was referring to was him. So I was right… Dammit I hate being right. He thought, lowering his head. He looked back up at the men who were staring at him. "What now?"

"Well…" He looked back at the other men. "I'm not sure how our classified documents policy is for zombies but we can't tell you. All I can say is that we're deporting you as soon as the up tops give us a go."

"Deporting me?" Daichi looked at them confused. Where was there to deport him to? As far as he knew there was only Dynatia.

"The main land." The man said, nonchalantly.

Daichi was about to scream out something like: "What? You can't send me out there with all those cannibals!" But he felt the van lurch forward and then halt and he just looked around.

"I guess we're here." The third man said, leaving the cabin.

The other two men nodded and walked toward Daichi, one with a key in his hand.

Daichi tensed, his mind telling him to break away and run for it but he pushed this thought out of his head, knowing that it was useless to try to fight against these two men who were two if not three times his size. He just sat there as they unlocked the lock holding him to the bar and led him to a large metal door that looked like a door they would put on a cell at an insane asylum. It was opened and instead of leading him out of the door they shoved him through, causing him to fall about two feet and land on the hard concrete ground without any protection. He felt a sickening crack as his nose hit, then the wet feel as blood began to pour through.

"Hm." One of the men seemed to chuckle, like a deranged serial killer.

Daichi spat, and saw that it had a little pink in it. "Shit." He said angrily, as the men pulled him up to full height. "This is bullshit…"

The men ignored him and pushed him forward with ease, through the small parking lot that the van was parked in and through a set of double doors that read: "Psychiatric Ward."

So it was an insane asylum. Daichi nodded to himself as he was pushed down the hallway like a ragdoll, his feet dragging behind him. He looked around at each of the rooms which were empty.

All of them.

He looked from one to the other, each time he saw nothing, just an empty room with a single, empty bed. The sight was like something from a horror movie. The place was empty. They pulled him around a corner and stopped in front of a large metal door.
This one read: Dr. Tyrone, PhD. He was pushed through and into a small room with two arm chairs, one of which was occupied by a short man with almost no hair and a pair of glasses three times as big as his eyes.

The men looked at the man, who was presumably Dr. Tyrone, and he nodded. Then they threw him down in the chair and backed out of the door. Then the Doctor looked over at Daichi who said nothing.

"Hello… Mr. Ishii." Dr. Tyrone spoke quietly and slowly as if Daichi was a bumbling child, unable to comprehend. "You know why I have ordered you here today, correct?" He asked, pulling down his glasses to reveal his eyes.

"Yeah… I guess the guys in the truck told me the whole fucking story. You're deporting me?"

Tyrone sat back in his chair, a little caught off guard by Daichi's response. "Yes well, I will have them executed at once for divulging of confidential information. I had expected you to figure out yourself but since they had to spell it out for you I-"

"Because I've got the zombie thing, right? Is that it?" Daichi spat, narrowing his eyes in an attempt to look angrier. "You're just gonna fucking deport me?"

"Mr. Ishii, I assure you this is the only option, you must consider we have a city of a good twenty thousand people here, we can't throw that away because of you. We're doing what is necessary to ensure public safety." Tyrone said, nodding as he spoke. "Please try to understand."

Daichi sat quietly for a moment. "Where's Pidgey then? Where's my Pidgey?" He asked, leaning forward. "Tell me where Pidgey is?"

"Calm down. Pidgey has been safely handled and will be returned to you upon arrival." Tyrone said, smiling. "We just need to do some medical tests before we can send you off and then you're free to go."

"What kind of medical tests?" Daichi asked.

"You know the standard blood tests and such."

"If you think I'm letting you get anywhere near my bosy with a needle then you better-" Daichi was cut off as he was overcome with a wash of drowsiness.

"Drowzee." He heard Tyrone say as he bagan to slip under. "It's fine, he's already almost under, return."

"Dammit… Not again…" He cursed, as he felt farther and farther away from his own mind. "Man, my nose is still bleeding… That's so weird."