Kenopsia - Chapter 25: Chapter 25

Since I woke up until not long ago I had my pen on the now really precious diaries pages but now I was feeling less and less the want to write anything in it, I don't know why, writing in it was what helped me stay sane.
I sighed and looked at my wall of the dead.... Despite this Adam having been a bastard I still spray painted his name there with Jake for Victoria's dead friend, I had long decided to note all that died on it so it didn't matter what he almost did to me... I want to see everyone I met and whom I lost, be it because of my choices or outside forces.... He is a bastard but he was a human....
"I still don't understand why you do this." Dad said as I sat the black spray paint down.
"I don't think you'll ever understand, you hated company and always were in your garage working on your car when you got back from deployment, I really can't understand why you gave up your work as an engineer and chose military either."
"I had my reasons."
"Like I do.... I just.... Want a reminder."
"Oh everyone that died in front of you or you heard die?" I just shrugged.
"Told you.... You wouldn't get it.... You had people, I didn't, only these fleeting moments with them, you owe them." I turned to face them. "You owe them even if you'll never understand why."
"Well thanks ghosts for whatever."
I flipped him off making him laugh too himself.
"Whatever." I headed in.
I'd have took someone with me but eh.
I looked over my shoulder, having just left the last line of buildings to my School and stepped out on the long road to the next town.
I looked around without getting further, finding a bike on a car roof in the holder thingy.
"Get off!" I struggled before it unclicked and we both fell. "Fuck." I groaned, the bike having fallen on me before I pushed it off and stood.
I passed the bat between the straps on my bag and back, fixing the bike saddle lower and sitting on it.
I pedaled off, shifting the bike gears to six so it went as fast as it could, this would be faster then walking and it had a back basket thingy.
"Wow.... I.... Underestimated the.... Distance." I breathed out, the bike stand kicked out and sitting on the front porch of a house, instead of the whole day to get here it was indeed shorter but I had only a few hours before sunset, how the hell have I seen this town from so far? Well human eyes can see far so thanks for that.
I stood up with a sigh, my legs feeling beyond tired so if I sit longer I might not be able to move if my muscles cool down.
There were much more husks here then my town but it was a good training for the handgun I brought along.
After two and a half of bullet magazines I think I am getting the hang of this one.
"I really need to built muscle tho." I groaned, talking to myself as I now did, to fill the endless silence of the world. "The kickback is strong on some." I rubbed the bruise around my eyes and felt soreness at the thought of the one shot with the shotgun we found, I didn't stay on my legs. "For other reasons too..... I need strength to swing a bat, a knife, anything."
I scratched my arm over my scratch scar, lips pulled in a thin line, I had given up on life so fast when I thought I was dying when I could have worked away more to be able to help whoever found this town and my home.
"Never again." I promised myself, humanity should not survive but I will not die nor give up I need to live.
I pulled my sleeve down and pulled my beanie off, this one was a dark blue one and I was simply wearing a hoodie, black, to match my pants, grey-ish boots too.
I passed my hand in my hair and looked at it, I should cut it, I am about to be able to create the smallest pony tail without my bangs hanging in my face.
I scratched my head through my hair as I walked, leaving the bike where it was.
"Time to explore."