Kenopsia - Chapter 63: Chapter 63

I fed Whiskers and my fishes, watching the animals gobble up their wet food or food pellets, how easy your life is.
It was still early and I was the only one awake but I couldn't get much shut eye, how am I meant to teach anyone anything?
I am the only role model left around, all I can teach her is also what her dad tried to teach her, ways of surviving.
I can teach her to look in a microscope to look at blood to see the virus but when would she use that anyway? I know I should have tested her before letting her in here but whatever, what's done is done.
I live in a school but all I can do is read the books and teach her, even I dropped any studies.... Maybe it could pass the time? But there is so lit time already....
I left the cat to eat alone and walked outside, braiding my hair again before putting on sport shoes, it is a bad habit walking around in socks, even in here, who knows what will happen from a moment to the next.
I walked across the court yard and pulled myself on the wall with great ease, it was four years ago but I remember still the struggle of the first months, having taking up basic parkour to annoy my then alive dad is the best thing I even did.
The vegetation is growing and taking over, one day the tall building will start collapsing and one might make my home dangerous to live in, it will take a while but still, not long ago a pipe did burst, things will only deteriorate more and more, shoes on feet is a must in case we need to run and shards of glass or something cover the ground, our feet need to not be hurt--FUCK!!
I had jumped down the wall on the bin but the plastic like exploded under my weight and I was standing in a hole.... Damned chicken are lucky that I moved their rolling-cage yesterday...
Despite the pain in my left leg and feeling my skin and socks getting wet I stayed silent, pressing my palms over my mouth with so much force I was forcing my head backwards.
It made a huge sound and if I scream it will just get more husks to come, a few will come, these fuckers hear better then anything but....
I took a deep breath and lifted my uninjured leg out of the bin and stepped out with the other.
"The irony..." I hissed as I just had been thinking of not hurting my legs. "But also stupid, I've been jumping on this bin for four years... I should have gotten a new step off point when I first noticed it was off."
I crouched down and sat on my ass, I have a little bit of time before husks show, just a little.
The plastic left a mostly superficial cut on the outside of my calf.... Damn.... Just when my hand was getting better I get a new wound.... Is my luck running out?
It was not deep but it was bleeding, I need to be careful, the Sniffers, those awful Type-D husks, rely on smell, so climbing the wall again would led to them jumping it from the clean blood smell.... I am assuming but well lets not risk it.
I stood on my hurt leg and walked down to the river side before sitting again.
I pulled my shoes and socks off, when my father watched those stupid survival documentaries with me he'd always complain how they let their shoes get wet and how they taught him in the military that you should never wet your shoes.... Weird to think that those are now the good times to remember...
I hoped in the water and like I previously thought, it reached mid thigh with it looking at most hip deep in the most deep points of it.
I carefully shuffled in the river towards the middle but still close to the edge, enough for the water to just get a bit higher and stood there, one the slippery stone filled with algae, trying to not slip from the current, pants soaked and waited.
"There we go." I whistled, making the little group of husks that came focus on me.
I watched them tumble down the slope of the bank and fall flat on the concrete ledge, one even cracked its skull and didn't get up.... The other did.
I crossed my arms as I watched the idiots splash into the water, it hadn't rained in a bit of time so the flow was slower then usual but still, I watched the husks be washed away in a weird synchronized swimming show.
I waved them off before a cold shiver stabbed through my chest.
If birds eating dead bodies get infected.... Could anything that eats cadavers get too? I already had this discussion with myself dammit, animals will avoid eating infected meat because most can smell it was sick and they have a self preservation instinct but still... I don't want a zombie shark.... Lets just hope these microscopic fuckers drown or something.
"Another fear to add to my day to day life it seems." I shrugged.
At least this little soak also cleaned my wound, water I love you.
I waddled to the edge, I can still get completely soaked if I fall over and I have a lighter on me, I am not waiting resources, it still can be used.
And it was off use as I lit the corpse that died on the concrete on fire before climbing out and sitting on the ledge, hurt leg still in the water, the cold of it numbs it.
I sighed, leaning my forehead on my other knee and hugging it.... I am so tired of this... I want one calm day for fucks sake... One...