Kenopsia - Chapter 108: Chapter 108

I thumped my fist against the front door, the glass rattling like it would it films when the cops put all their strength in knocking the hell out of the door, I had the same urgency like they did after all.
I waited a moments before doing it again.
"Alright, that's it."
To my luck, I didn't need to kick in the door and risk cutting myself on broken glass from it, he had not looked for the key and locked it, nowadays keys are rare to find and to find the matching door to it is harder, the husks wander, the keys are lost, we make do, the only keys I know to work are those for my old apartment.
I gave one more forceful knock before pulling my gun out and pushing it open.
It was cold in here, the building is not tied in with our electrical grid after all.
"Fine, if you are still alive I advise you to come out! Or I will not hesitate to shoot!" I warned, aiming up as I marched through the dusts and dead silent book shop.
Dammit, was it all for nothing?
At least I didn't hear groans when approaching my ear to the office door, but the dust had settled in a way showing me it hadn't been opened in a while.
"I'm coming in!"
I pushed it opened, gun lifted and I thought for a moment that my fears were proven right.
"Fuck off." But that one pissed sentence proved me wrong.
I sighed, holstering it.
"Are you really going to let yourself die?" I asked, picking up the discarded cans of.... Ravioli I think, tossing it over my shoulder. "These are all your stock pile, those you came with before winter, you don't need to start fasting, you can eat."
"To eat the shit you laced with poison sure."
"Cody, hate me as much as you wish but if you are staying here you are my responsibility too.... And why would I poison something I'd eat too?" He looked thinner, much thinner, then before, cheeks and eye sunken in, subsisting on only food he brought himself.
I sat down on the mattress, not caring for his anger, I had my phase of it too.
Digging around my bag since I knew I always had reserves, pulling out a pack.
"Slightly crushed and four year old poptarts?" I held it to him.
I sighed at his gaze, opening it, taking a bite before offering it to him.
"There, if it was bad then I'll drop dead too."
"Whatever." He finally grabbed it, almost begrudgingly eating it.
"You ever drank?" I asked, laying back, staring at the ceiling.
"Drink?"
"Yeah, before this whole hell, I was 18, rebel student in biologic studies, we liked to party, my friends and I. I never smoked tho, trust me this end of the world made me think about it, stores almost everywhere sell at least one sort of cigarette, I'd be stocked for life."
"What the hell are you going on about?" I just shrugged.
"Just asking, pain is often dosed in alcohol and anger is just as addicting as that is." I sat up. "Hate me as much as you want for what I did too you but I had my reasons to hate you at that moment like I explained too you but like an alcoholic, you can recover too." I got off the softness. "And to survive you need too, realizing that you need to change, that you can't do things only your way.... So put down the glass, leave the anger, move forwards."
I stood, grabbing my bag again.
Tho before I closed the door.
"If you die, do it outside, it is hell to clean up." And I closed it.
I can't force him to want anything to do with me, us, but I wish he just behaved normally.
I closed the front door behind me.
And to say I was like that once too.