The wind whistled around my body as I jumped from tree to tree through the air. Soon, the familiar tune of an old time American artist's, about believing to fly, passed through my lips as I jumped into the air and free fell for a bit. After a few moments, I landed on a branch and launched off of it, the rebound sending me flying, and alsomaking a few branches slap and scratch at my face, but it didn't scare me - if anything, it excited me even more.

"Yeah~!" I screamed in pure euphoria as I flipped over a branch.

To be honest, I felt bad that I was having this much excitement - after all, Noiz was in danger of being overtaken by the infection. But when that sensation of flying through the air gets to you... By Thioriginell!

I'd have to thank the people that taught me extreme parkour once again~! I thought as I began free running up the incline of the mountain.

Then I heard something growling and promptly hauled my ass up back into the trees... With a rather unmanly yelp, if I do say so myself...

Up ahead, I saw the clearing where I usually gathered the coneflowers from rapidly come up, so I began to slow my roll. I then launched myself into the air and rolled onto the ground before stopping myself with a couple of back-flips.

"And I give that, a ten!" I cheered, probably scaring off some of the woodland creatures.

I laughed before stopping and slapping my masked cheeks.

I gotta focus here! I gotta find those flowers... That are not here...

The clearing was completely empty. Not that I was surprised, though. This isn't the peak after all. I looked up with a pout.

"Well there went my hopes for not going the distance to the peek...," I mumbled as I kicked at the ground.

I pulled down my mask and rubbed at my chin, frowning at the slightly stubbly feeling I felt through my gloves. I had planned to shave at the end of the day, but now that I have two housemates, I'll be too paranoid to do so.

Maybe in the shower? ...Nah, I don't have a mirror-wait, I have a hand held one somewhere in my room! Hah, so smart-damn it me, get your shit together!

I slapped my bare cheeks, focusing myself.

Gotta get the flower!

I pulled my mask up and launched into the trees with a renewed vigor, wanting to save that stranger that I actually never met and wanting to wipe that sad expression off that Bluey's face.

DVTDVTDVTDVT~DVTDVTDVTDVT~DVTDVTDVTDVT~DVTDTVDTVDVT

As time progress, my surroundings became brighter and colder; I could see my breath and landing became a tad more difficult, since the branches was covered in snow and ice. Eventually, the trees began to space out and soon there wasn't enough to tree hop, so I took to the ground, running at a pace that was more subdued compared to how it was earlier, but still pretty fast. As I traveled higher and higher, I had to stop running and jumping up the ledges and began to actually climb (it was hard as hell to jump and land and actually stay put on slippery ass ice). My pace was slowed, but compared to anyone else, I was making tremendous progress.The sun was touching the horizon when I made it near the peak. And there they were: a multitude of coneflowers, making me cheer lightly (the air was beginning to become really thin up here, so I really had to lay off any excess movements). I pulled out a satchel I had brought with me and began to load up on the flowers... After a quick break of course.

I sat down at the edge of the small platform the flowers were located at (I can't help but to wonder how they survive up here?) and leaned back on my palms with a small sigh. Despite running, jumping, and climbing for such a long distance, I was barely even winded. I leaned forward, hunching over, and looked at my gloved hands. I'm not all that cold either.

Is that because of how high my temperature runs? Or maybe because I've been moving constantly? Or because...?

I shivered at the phantom sensations of sharp metal trailing over me.

Let's not go there...

"That's enough resting for now...," I murmured, standing up and dusting myself off.

As I began to pick the flowers, I couldn't help but to shiver once more - something feels rather weird...

(Something tells me that shit is going down for real...)

"By Thioriginell... Etwas sagt mir, dass die Scheiße wird für Echt nach unten zu gehen...," I rumbled in my native tongue.

I began to shove more flowers into my bag and hurry down the incline as fast as I could.