A/N: I own nothing. I hope this chapter does not suck as much as I expect it to. I just.. ugh.

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Zombieman Part 2

The zombie's convo

"Damn, I have to know more about him.." Zman muttered under his breath.

"GRRR! summarize it in 20 words or less!" a familiar voice excalimed. The S class turned his head and saw a familiar bald head entering the park... with Fubuki... and four kids?!

Speaking of the devil. He walked towards them and heard the man once again.. "... her play with the equipment the playground right? You go ahead and enjoy yourselves. Hana keep your eyes on Yuki please. Just don't go too far, 'kay?" he gestured the kids to go after instructing them.

"Caped Baldy-san."

"Oh?" said hero turned to face towards the speaker. He hated the superhero name, but there's nothing he can do about it now. It's his official hero name. "Oh hey Zomman." He greeted, still sporting his poker face. ".. 'sup?"

"FUBUKI!" the two men checked to confirm the owner of the familiar high pitched voice. Aaand 10 points to Griffindor! "a word." The verdette esper commanded and turned her back a.k.a. walked out.

Shitty brat.

"I'm sorry, please excuse me." Fubuki had a bashful yet dreadful look.

Saitama nodded at her, "Go ahead, if you need anything, I'll be here waiting for you." And with that the taller woman followed her sister with a blush on her face and a scowl. Dumb guy had to make it sound like that. What's he trying to insinuate? Moron.

I'll be here waiting for you

"Caped Baldy-san." Zombieguy repeated. Ssemingly annoyed from the disruption. This man is almost three feet in front of him! He'll gladly threaten him with a machete in the nads if it means getting information from him.

"Ah, yes. How can I help?" said man politely asked. Slightly curious as to why this zombie's skin hasn't deteriorated yet. Even his hair stayed in his scalp. Oh goodie. Maybe he can give out some helpful tips for hair care?

"I'm known as Zombieman (Zonbiman) and not Zomman." His undead set of eyes wanted to twitch.

"I see. I'm Saitama. Nice meeting you Zombieguy." Now we lay witness at the same facial expression.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to speak with you." the S Class hero said.

This caught Saitama's interest. Maybe he'll finally get some tips to keep hair strands adhere to your scalp! This guy.. did he meet him before? He kinda' looks familiar... ah he was the one who tried to convince the Caped Baldy to kill Garou.

Kill a Dine and Dasher.

In cold blood.

Sure he had something against the guy for the ruckus he caused, but to actually end his life? That did not earn our resident zombie a lot of points in Saitama's books. "Okay I got time, what about? Let's not get too far away. I'm looking after a few kids."

How do I start this... the undead contemplated, "...by any chance, are you familiar with Dr. Genus?"

They decided to occupy the vacant bench not far from the entrance. A street lamp stood over head and bushes on both sides.

"Who? Why?" was the reply. Zman released a breath he didn't know he was holding in his clinically dead set of lungs.

"I need to confirm something. In the Hero Records, History and Archives, it showed me that the Demon Cyborg, S class Rank 14 has attested that you have assisted him in destroying the previous main base of the house of Evolution. Is that true?" he asked. It is true that the entire building has been annihilated by Genos, but it was Saitama who caused the fall of the house of evolution. By eroding the very foundation whence it stands. Dr. Genus' ideology.

"Ah yeah. I remember now. That was kinda' mean y'know. Genos destroyed an entire building in one shot. He didn't even take the time to check out the traps those guys laid out for us." The A class hero slammed his fist in his palm in righteous indignation. "oh well. Serves them right for destroying my ceiling. They didn't even hand me any form of compensation. They ruined the street too. Maaan what's wrong with those guys."

The walking dead sweatdropped. "Ah, yes, were you the one who deafeated Carnage Kabuto?" he questioned.

"Who? You mean that dumb giant bug? Yeah sure. He turned Genos into a modern piece of art after all... and you know what's worse? He almost made me skip a sale that day! It was a sale I've been waiting for a whole week! Can you believe that guy? Sheesh." The baldy ranted.

So it's really him. The one whose strength defied logic. The one Dr. Genus spoke about. The zombie concluded. "You see, I tried to hunt that doctor down..."

"Aw really? Dude I'm sorry. I didn't mean to steal your prey or anything like that... but I swear I didn't harm a hair of anybody else there. Unless they were inside that building..." he trailed off looking worried and a little guilty. There wasn't an iota of sarcasm in his voice.

"Don't worry. You didn't do anything wrong. I found out that he stopped his pursuit of strange things and he decided to be a tokiyaki vendor instead of rebuilding the House of evolution." Zombieman explained.

"ah, that's good then." The man looked relieved. "Maybe I'll eat there sometime. Is that what you wanted to talk about?" Saitama stopped in his tracks. "Hey Hana! Could you please check where Rai went?"

Zman understood the distraction. Though he'd appreciate it if the man wasn't so nonchalant about everything. *sigh.

"So where were we?"

"Ah yes, when I found Dr. Genus, I demanded why he stopped his madness-"

"Whoa whoa whoa!" the caped baldy's face was once again showing a little hint of worry. "Are you telling me that you'd have wanted him to continue destroying other people's ceilings and burying them under the cement so that they'd feel like a bamboo shoot?!"

"NO! Hold your horses!" the undead demanded. "that doctor gave me an answer I didn't expect..."

Saitama seemed to think for a few moments before responding. "So what does that do with me? I doubt you're sharing all these with me because I'm the first hero comrade you saw here... or because I was one of those people whose ceilings they destroyed..?"

Bah! Is this man's brain composed of 97.8% udon?! If he'd just stopped butting every 5 seconds I would've finished my speech!

"He stopped his mad research because of you."

The udon-brained man froze. "Eww. Yeah I remember his pet monkey telling me that that Dr. Eynus is interested in my body. How gross can you get? I apologized and informed him thatI don't swing that way..." said hero shivered and embraced himself. Utterly disgusted at the prospect.

The S class rank 8 assured him that the strange doctor probably only wanted to conduct experiments on his body with regards to evolution and NOT perversion. He chuckled at the man's simple mind before explaining that "he [Dr. Genus] has been experimenting on a myriad of specimens he had bought, abducted or artificially created to achieve his dream of the 'ultimate humanity' via evolution, cloning, mutation, etc. But all of that research was, in his own terms, blown away when he found out about Saitama seeming to evovle without surgical modification, genetic manipulation or a secret drug."

The A class rank 39 seemed confused. Him? evolved? Like that weird Darwin theory in middle school? That dumb doctor thought he came from monkeys? Bleugh!

the zombie, however, was unfazed by the expression that the other peson exhibited and continued "I mean that you taught him a lesson by displaying your absurd amount of strength."

Finally the bald man looke enlightened. "Ah, is that so? Come to think of it.. I do remember telling that Doctor Anus that humans adapt on their own. And that's what makes us different." Shifting his gaze from the zombie, our favorite hero stared at the setting sun. The explosion of orage on the vast horizon littered with clouds.

"you know.." the baldy seemed lost in thought."Sometimes, it's not a matter of strength. Or skill. Or talent. Or even intelligence. Because sometimes, it's a matter of will." The bald head suddenly seemed so appropriate as Saitama looked like a guru. Or possesed by an ancient deceased guru who lived in Timbuktu.

This rare outburst of wisdom stopped time from the zombie's perception.

"With effort alone, he pried open the door of his limits and broke his limiter.." he remembered the doctor's words and his eyes widened. The same set of words rang in his mind. "With effort alone... he..broke his limiter.."

The undead smiled slightly and turned his eyes

From the face of Saitama to the heavenly skies..

It finally made sense, doctor's words and resolve.

The puzzle all along, around this man, revolved.

"I'm an S class you know..." Zombieman suddenly said.

Saitama gave him a look that said 'so?'. Oh no. Not another one of those conceited types. Please kami, whoever is up there, please spare me..please for the love of kami! PLEASE!

"But I got my ass handed to me." The bored man didn't know a zombie could look even more sullen. Shouldn't he be like decomposing or something and looking for brains to eat? Oh shit. I better start planting sunflowers and peashooters then. Who knows, this guy might be the advent of a zombie apocalypse.

"Aw is this about that guy again? What was his name again? Gatou? Gazou? Barou? Whatever. Duuude! Don't you think you're going a bit overboard? Isn't it a bit overreacting to really kill that guy? In cold blood? All he did was dine and dash. I was there when he did it y'know." Saitama gave out a deep sigh. "I kinda felt guilty, because I whacked him back then and then I kicked his butt again 2 days ago. For the same crime: DINE AND DASHING. Yeah sure, I wanted him to keep it down at night.. but still.." This man really sounded guilty and pitiful and disappopinted at the same time.

The undead gave out a hearty laugh. "He may have been a dine and dasher but he was a KAMI LEVEL THREAT. It might be self proclaimed but he was able to back his words up. He hunted heroes and kicked our butts like it was some sort or soccer tournament... but you... you didn't even break a sweat in dealing with him." he clenched his hands. He felt weak. Even though it was over already. But everytime he remembers that pathetic moment where he was completely vulnerable... he just couldn't help but feel weak.

"..." the new father tried to think of something to say..

"..." the same is true for the newly regenerated zombie.

"I actually kinda' held a grudge on him... for not hunting me as well. Hehe" the bald man looked sheepish. Maaan this guy has issues. Heh, one will always want to be strong until they learn how extremely boring it us. There's nothing at the top. Hasn't that been established by lonely, successful people already? There's nothing at the top. There's nothing at the top. Just bottomless nothingness. Nothing to strive for. No challenge. No adrenaline rush. No thrill. Just a deepening indifference towatds everything. Just a growing detachment to the world. Just a chronic longing to finally feel once again. Feel anything. Anything at all.

"How?"

"How did I become a father? Well you see.."

"no that's not what I meant."

"Oh, if you're asking how I went bald then—"

"I'm not asking about that either.."

"Dude you got it wrong! Fubuki and I are not even dating!"

"..."

"..."

Dumbass. The former experiment # 66 chuckled again. This man has a udon for a brain. "No Saitama-san. I meant, how did you get so strong?"

Oh here we go again..the bald amn gave a dry chuckle. "maaan, you wouldn't believe me."

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