2:30PM
The man was sweating all over. Saitama couldn't tell whether he was afraid of him, or afraid of the drugged citizens that had been trying so hard to pull him back. The man glanced both left and right before he decided to say something to Saitama.
"You must be infected…the way those things are tearing down on you. Bitten, right? But you haven't turned…what's the secret, please…tell me…" The man asked.
Saitama was sort of perplexed. What secret did this guy want to know? There was no secret. He was just a regular dude that happened to come across another regular dude.
"There's no secret, but could you please tell me why these people are constantly nagging me…" Saitama asked.
The man's eyes were almost bulging as he watched one of the citizens try to bite Saitama's shoulder, only for its teeth to crack.
"Those aren't people…my wife would've called you an angel from Heaven, but…I think you're maybe some sort of military weapon that the people outside of this country sent to save us, no?" The man asked.
Saitama was even more confused.
"You don't get it do you…" The man began.
Saitama's eyes lit up.
"Ah, I see. So they're like zombies. Makes perfect sense…so…they're not human I guess?" Saitama asked, casually flicking a zombie so hard that it crashed into the back of a truck.
The man leaned back in shock. He hesitated to talk again for a moment, then, after he had regained his sense of thought, he began to speak again.
"I…I…I'm going to need your help. Those zombies, or whatever you call them, only get worse at night. Trust me, I know. Right now, the only thing I have to combat against those things are UV Lights. However, my electrical service panel is damaged and is in the back of the shop. If it weren't for the infected, I would've already fixed it by now…that's where you come in." The man said, pointing at Saitama.
Saitama sighed.
"You sure you're not wasting my time? I think you'll be fine. As long as you're barricaded in there, I highly doubt the zombies will reach you." Saitama replied.
As Saitama wiggled a bit to get at least six zombies off of him, he saw how the man's face was filled with fear. The man put his palm on his chest and breathed in and out slowly.
"Um…you okay or…" Saitama began, but the man put his hand up.
"Yes, I'm fine. Just a couple of heart issues, that's all. But please, I'm begging you, the infected aren't the only thing that comes at night. Those nightmares are always crawling too…and…this is the second time that the cables stopped working. The first time I got lucky, but I don't think I'll survive the next night—will you help?" The man asked.
Saitama didn't see why he shouldn't. The guy had a reasonable reason to ask him to help, and Saitama wasn't losing anything by helping.
"Alright."
"Bless you. Oh, and…could you please clear out the infected in the surrounding area?" The man asked.
Saitama gave a thumbs up. He slowly turned around and watched as the zombies in the area tried to crowd around him even more—almost as if they were going to suffocate him.
I was kind of in denial at first that these guys were zombies, but I guess it makes sense.
"Consecutive Weak Punches." Saitama said, punching so fast that all the zombies which surrounded him immediately disappeared with blood splattering all over the vehicles. The man in the shop covered his ears because Saitama's punch was not only so strong, but it was so loud at that.
Saitama turned around and faced the man in the shop again.
"Okay, I don't think there's any more. What should I do?" Saitama asked, throwing away the bloody arm of a zombie.
The man stuttered while giving Saitama directions.
"You're going to have to go to the back of the store. There's also a window there that I'll be talking to you from: to give you directions. Just meet me at the back of the store." The man replied.
Saitama nodded. As he was walking past a fallen trash can that had some rotten food in it, he was also approaching a pile of blood guts that some flies were swarming all over it.
Ew.
Saitama walked past the guts and flies, but the flies continued to do what they were doing. When Saitama reached the back of the store, he noticed the electrical service panel right away. Saitama had remembered looking over an electrical engineering book back when he was forced to read something in class, but he had forgotten all about it.
I'll just listen to what the guy has to tell me.
Before Saitama could even put his hands on the panel, the man appeared from the window that he was walking about earlier.
"Alright, now open the panel…" The man said.
Saitama looked at the panel and was confused for a moment, then, he casually opened it, trying not to break anything.
"Good, now I'm going to need you to locate the circuit breaker…" The man started.
"The circuit what?"
"The circuit breaker. Y'know, where all the switches are. Anyway, make sure that the wires aren't screwed up in there. Try to give them a little space to breathe if you know what I mean." The man said.
"Sure." Saitama replied.
Saitama was trying to figure out how to move the wires a little without breaking them. Everything was so fragile, but he felt like he had this in the bag, so he should be fine. While Saitama was doing that, the man began to speak again.
"Are they freed up?"
"Yeah…I think." Saitama replied.
"Great. Now, is the main breaker on?" The man asked.
"Uh…"
"It's the one on the top."
"Oh, yeah, it's on."
"Okay, now, you're going to have to reset it…"
"I honestly think you should come out and do it, I mean, it's not like there's any more zombies around, at least near here."
"They pile up quickly over time."
"Hmmm...I guess so."
"Okay, now turn off and on the main breaker."
Saitama nodded. He flipped the main switch of the breaker off then flipped it back on. Saitama heard a weird buzzing sound, of the sound of bees, like something trying its hardest to light up. The man from inside looked back and smiled.
"Hah! You did it, thank you!" The man said.
"No problem I guess." Saitama replied.
Saitama walked back to the front of the store and saw a purple light flashing down in front of the front door.
"This is what I meant by UV Light. It's the nightmares' weakness. Anyway, I got some supplies to give you. Some canned goods if you need it." The man said.
Saitama brushed his chin in thought.
"I'll take some canned goods, but you can keep everything else."
"Sounds good." The man replied.
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2:45PM
The man was generous enough to not only give him some canned goods, but a backpack to take with on his journey so Saitama could at least carry some of those goods.
"Stay safe, I don't know where you got your strength from, but in the name of my wife, I'll just call you an angel. Fare well, blessed one. Allah has surely put his hands over you. If you're not going to stay here where there's UV Lights, make sure to find a place where there is one before sundown. Roaming during the night is a death wish." The man had said before turning his back.
What are those nightmares that he's always talking about? I'm actually interested in seeing some of them…
Saitama yawned. It's been about an hour ever since he stepped foot into this degraded city—well, at least the slums part of it.
There was still the regular smell of smoke and blood as he walked down the streets, passing more broken down vehicles. Did he have an idea of where he was going? No, but to him, it didn't really matter. Maybe this world full of zombies wasn't so bad after all. With fewer people, he had less things to worry about, and there wasn't a need to rise up to anyone's expectations except for his own.
There naturally has to be more survivors…right?
There was something flying in the air. Saitama stopped for a moment and looked up into the sky. At first, Saitama might've thought that it was some sort of airplane, but it wasn't. In fact, it was some sort of big jet that had been flying over the city. Or maybe it was a cargo plane. Actually, yes, it was probably a cargo plane.
There has to be people in there, although I don't really want to bother them too much, then all they'll be doing is just analyzing me…but wait, what is that thing that they're dropping.
It had to have been an airdrop of some sort, but the bottom of the cargo plane had opened up and an airdrop with a parachute attached to it started falling down. There was also a trail of red smoke that it left behind in the air. From where Saitama was, it was pretty far, but Saitama could get there in less than a millisecond if he wanted to.
That's not necessary. Besides, I'll just jog, maybe something might pique my interest while I'm going.
With his backpack still on his back, Saitama started judging the location that the airdrop must've landed.
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3:00PM
Saitama was almost near the airdrop that had landed some time ago. On his jog towards the airdrop, however, he encountered a lot of different zombies that he was not expecting.
One of the zombies had all of their guts showing while they had the body of an obese adult. When this zombie rained near Saitama, it exploded and Saitama's entire face and suit was now covered in blood.
The explosion then attracted more zombies, runners, Saitama would call them, but they didn't take more than one weak punch to put them down.
The other kind of zombie that he had encountered along the way was the spitter. It had almost acted like a toad, except this kind of infected barely had any muscle and its main attack was long range. This infected would spit at Saitama in hopes of killing him with its acid, but that didn't do anything to him. So, like he usually did, he just said "Ok" and casually punched the zombie into oblivion.
Now, Saitama was near the airdrop, still covered in blood, along with his backpack. For the airdrop, he noticed that it had actually landed on top of a building—not really a school building, but more like an apartment building. It was weird, because he had never seen an apartment building developed like this in his entire life. He was truly in a different city.
I think someone got to the airdrop before I could, because I can see some people up there.
Saitama jogged past the fence and entered the apartment building district property. He casually looked around to see if there were any infected nearby: there were, but barely. He then looked up and saw at least six men looking over the airdrop that had landed on the roof of the apartment building complex.
One weak leap should do it.
Saitama casually did a weak leap, jumping at least seventy feet into the air to get on the rooftop. When Saitama landed on the rooftop, the men didn't notice him at first. It was only when Saitama had sighed when the men, who were wearing masks and holding guns and machetes, turned around and saw him.
"Who the hell are you?" One of the men asked.
Saitama glanced at the man behind him who stepped in front and reloaded his assault rifle. Saitama scratched his head in confusion.
"Hey guys, this airdrop is actually mine, I spotted it first…so…" Saitama began. The man with the rifle was about to shoot Saitama, but the other survivor with the mask had put his hand in front of the rifle.
"No, use your head, we don't want to attract any more of those fuckers. Listen, you bald trash, how about you turn around and go back to where you came from or else we'll force you to work for us." The man said, getting all up near Saitama's face.
"Weak headbutt." Saitama said casually, head-butting the man so hard that he had knocked him out, but not enough to actually kill him.
Three other men with melee weapons swung at Saitama, but Saitama casually dodged and punched all of them at the same time, knocking them out. There were now two left: the man with the rifle and the big guy. Compared to the others, the big guy was stronger and presumably more durable, but all Saitama needed was a single blow from his mouth and the big guy went flying towards the edge of the rooftop.
Oh, I don't want to overdo it.
The man with the rifle couldn't even comprehend where Saitama was because of his speed. Before the big guy fell off the roof, Saitama grabbed him by the collar and yanked him back up.
"PLEASE, SPARE ME…" The man screamed in fear.
Saitama scratched his bald head.
"Dude, chill out, just don't do anything crazy and you'll be fine…" Saitama said.
The big guy grinned. He must've tricked Saitama into helping him so he could punch Saitama in the face. The big guy punched Saitama's face so hard only for his own hand to be broken. Saitama's face was fine.
"OW! MY HAND!"
"I kind of told you so…" Saitama said walking past the big guy as he was distracted with trying to fix his broken hand.
Saitama was approaching the guy with the rifle.
"Could you please put that down? I'm pretty sure those zombies are attracted to sound." Saitama said in a nonchalant tone.
The man with the rifle looked over his friends who were sprawled on the ground due to this insane and random bald guy. The man slowly put the rifle on the ground and raised his hands.
"Nice. Makes my job easier." Saitama replied.
He was now focused on the airdrop: it probably had some good stuff in there. Saitama kneeled down to open the airdrop, only to realize that it had a hazard sign in front of it. He then looked at the man who was still raising his hands.
"Uh…could you please explain to me why this is important to you? What's in it?" Saitama asked.
The man, in great fear, replied: "Look for y-y-yourself dipshit."
Saitama did exactly that. He began to open the orange airdrop and looked inside. What was inside were samples—samples of some sort that Saitama couldn't really understand. He took one of the samples out and showed it to the man.
"So…care to explain I guess? And don't lie."
"It's Antizin. It suppresses the virus I believe. I don't know who you are, but with physical strength like that, I'd say you are infected, no? Then it's only a matter of time before you turn." The man said, grinning.
"Not infected, this is just me, really."
"Cut the bullcrap. You are infected. You have blood all over you. Well, infected or not, Rais will find out what you did, and if you keep doing it, he'll send all of his men to get you and torture you for hours." The man said.
He started grinning some more.
"Meh, I don't care, but I will be taking all of these samples though." Saitama said.
Antizin shouldn't belong to jerks like these guys. I'll keep it and hand it to someone who needs them more…if I come across such a person.
He took all of the Antizin from the airdrop and put it in his backpack. He then closed the airdrop, turned around, and said: "Bye."
Saitama leaped off the rooftop and landed on the ground. He had no idea what he was going to do next.