A/N Thanks to anybody who read the last chapter!

Alfred's suit was loud and big but it didn't get stuck anywhere. Moving along the halls of the Aurora, the sound of the boots bouncing off the walls, speeding down the hallway where he could hear the echoes of his own noise.. he felt a solemn, endless stream of emotion flow over him. Spending two days alone on its own had driven him just a little mad, in his heart of hearts.

Loneliness was a plague to Alfred. It caused most every tear he ever dropped, the nothingness a spear in his chest since his youth. Nothing could ever hurt a man worse than nothing. Left alone to his own devices, Alfred had been eating MRE's and listening for trouble. He couldn't imagine what could've possibly happened to the six dozen people on this ship.

He remembered chatting with an Italian fellow and his brother. One was really sassy, a cook aboard the ship, and the other an assistant to Ludwig. He forgot their names. If only he knew. He'd be calling those names right now. Out into the darkness of the dimmed or broken lights.

After walking him himself deep in thought for a good hour.. he heard his stomach gurgle.. he'd eaten all of his MRE's yesterday night...

"Shit.. dude, not now.." He spoke, to his stomach.

Yet with an insistent growl he felt hunger grip him. He needed food, and soon. He had a basic knowledge of the layout of the ship, in his head. He tried to be quiet, on the path to the underdeck, there was a medium size food court. He was going to be there in about five minutes if he continued walking at this pace. He decided.. he could make it. No need to be all Bear Grills and drink his own piss quite yet.

He broke out into a slight jog.. the armor clunk-clunk-clunking along Alfred's rhythm.

Unbeknownst to him, a being was following him, their footsteps quiet and light.. had he caught the glimpse he could've gotten as he passed, he would've seen the black business shoes and the very hem of the black trench coat.

Yet Alfred rushed. Finally, he was in the court. Tables were scattered in a totally dystopian manner. However, the lights were mostly still working and it occurred to Alfred all too quickly. Something was definitely up.

"Dude. If you or anyone is there, you'd better speak up."

He put the metal index finger against the thigh of the armor and brought it up slowly, making a loud and irritating, high pitched scraping sound.

"Aaaagh! You bastard!" Came the Italian reply.. of course, in Italian. Alfred didn't understand at all. "Why would you do that?!" Came more Italian ramblings Alfred couldn't make out.

"English or nothing dude." A man in a red t-shirt with brown hair and hazel eyes stood and growled in poor English at Alfred "Stop it asshole..!" Came the whisper yell. The man held a small handgun, obviously a up-close-personal type gun with no range whatsoever. And judging by the pose.. he didn't even know how to use it either.

Now this didn't make him not a threat. Alfred had no gun. He held his hands up.. of course still armored. His face, the man couldn't see, was actually at odds even while being obscured by the helmet. "Dude, chill. Lower the piece, will ya?" "No!" Was the snappy comeback. "I will hold it, and as high as I damn well please, you bastard! What're you doing here?!"

"I don't know dude, I'll explain everything as soon as I know you're not gonna plant one between my eyes!.." Eventually, he lowered it and Alfred got a better look. He appeared to be in his early twenties, with an olive complexion. "Come here, dumbass! You're standing in the danger zone!" "Danger wha-" Alfred's reply was cut off.. by a loud, echoing clicking noise.

Immediately Alfred struck into high gear, instantly over the counter of the small store front and hiding behind it right next to the other man. Something.. entered. It looked like one of the little green things the clicking was now known to come from mandibles on it's face.. it wandered through.. only about four feet tall but horrifying in appearance yet. Like a scorpion but it also had a single eye. A glaring red one.

A shot rang out, causing Alfred and the other man to jump.

A third man was illuminated by the flurry of bullets he let ring at the creature from a revolver. Clearly a damn impressive revolver as well with beautiful engravings. The creature was very firmly dead by the fourth round, but he allowed a fifth to fly just in case. Then, he stepped into the room, some broken glass crunching under his feet as he looked at the other two men now standing at him.

Having stepped into the light his face was made clear, he had, most easily spotted, very big, bushy eyebrows. Still worn on his face was the angry grimace he'd held while firing on the monster. Teeth bared and hatred written on his face, he slowly let it subside. "Bloody hell.."

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