Chapter 167: Flying to Muwin (3)
<Author's note: The things (racism, sexism, political views, etc.) depicted or mentioned in this story do not reflect the real world and are purely coincidences. If they do, please keep in mind that they are simply for world-building and are only work of fiction. Thank you for your understanding.>
An hour later…
Nathan was piloting the helicopter and saw a tiny island in the middle of the ocean.
The island had nothing else but a speedboat anchored by the shores, a tent and remnants of a bonfire.
'Why are there no people coming out? Are they waiting to ambush us?'
He glanced at the fuel gauge. It was almost close to empty.
'I have no other choice.'
"Kid, wear your thermal goggles and see if there's anyone around."
Zita summoned out her thermal goggles from her [Grade D] Spatial Bag and wore it.
"I don't see anyone."
'Is there really no one? If only Zita can pilot this helicopter and then I can jump down to check,' he thought. "Kid, we're going to land. Be sure to hold on tight."
Although he made sure not to land on the tents or the sea, he wasn't confident with his landing skills.
The helicopter slowly descended from the sky.
Despite the strong winds coming from the helicopter's propellers, for some miracle, the tent wasn't blown away.
When the helicopter finally landed, Nathan switched off the engine.
He summoned his sawed-off shotgun and gave it to Zita.
"Hide in the back. If anyone besides me approaches, don't hesitate to shoot. Just make sure not to damage the helicopter. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, mister."
Nathan stepped out of the helicopter.
He stood out in the open and swept his gaze around his surroundings.
He waited for a minute or two.
'Still not coming out, huh.'
His eyes bounced between the speedboat and tent.
He decided to check the speedboat first.
He was about to activate [Coward's Way] but decided not to when after realizing that even if he was invisible, his legs would form a hollow surface and make splashes on the water.
'Hmm… How am I going to handle this? There's no way I'm fighting in the water.'
Although the System gives a person superhuman strength and magical abilities, they were still bound by the law of physics and human limitations such as the need for oxygen, food, water and rest.
Splash!
Splash!
Splash!
He looked at the speedboat. It was painted in white and had four engines.
He grabbed the rope that was tied to its anchor out of the sand then tried to absorb it along with the speedboat into his [Artifact] Gold Spatial Finger.
It got absorbed.
'Hmm… So there was no one there. If there was, I wouldn't have been able to absorb it.'
He resumed sweeping his gaze around his surroundings.
'Still, no one's coming out from the water. My only choice left is the tent.'
He head for the tent.
When he entered the tent, he was immediately greeted with a foul stench.
"Ugh--!" he immediately covered his mouth.
There was a dried-up corpse of a man lying on the floor holding a gun with its brains blown out.
And beside the corpse, there were a bunch of things, including an empty bottle of medicine.
'I don't know when did this person die but one thing is for sure, the heat accelerated the decomposing process.'
His eyes wandered around until they landed on the letter that laid on top of a cooler and was held in place by an angel figurine.
He grabbed the letter and stepped out.
He opened it and read it…
To anyone reading this, I chose to write this letter in Regisian because although it isn't my first language, it is the most common language in the world -- at least during the time I was alive.
My name is Pierre Janovich and I'm 57 years old.
I was born with multiple disabilities and the only family and person that I know and loved was my dear mother Pascala.
Ever since I can remember, I've always been bullied that I grew up to be a person with very low self-esteem and suicidal thoughts have always been with me.
Fortunately, my dear mother was always there to support me so I never really drown myself with such thoughts and was able to keep on living.
But a year ago, one of my greatest fears finally came true.
My dear mother passed away and I was devastated.
I remember in her last moments as I sobbed and held her hand tightly, she smiled at me and told me that I have to be strong and continue on living because life is beautiful and worth living.
I remember saying yes to her but I knew in my heart I was lying.
And perhaps she also knew I was lying but she still hoped.
My dear mother was my pillar of strength, my only reason why I was able to survive all this time, my raison d'etre.
Nevertheless, I did my best to keep my promise.
But just a year after my dear mother's death, I realized I couldn't keep it anymore.
And to my surprise, I even started to resent my dear mother and blame her for what I am.
There were times I would find myself cursing her for bringing me into this world.
I would ask: Why didn't she just abort me or perform euthanasia on me if she knew from the start I was only going to suffer?
But despite all that, I still didn't have the guts to take away my life.
Was it because I still love my dear mother and still want to keep my promise?
Or was it because I was simply afraid?
But then a couple of days ago, God revealed Himself and unleashed the zombie apocalypse.
To tell you honestly, when that happened and I saw people around me dying and suffering, it brought me a sense of satisfaction that I never experienced in my entire life.
To know that many people were suffering more than I brought me extreme joy.
But then something happened…
I met someone, a very beautiful and lovely 21-year old woman named Maelle.
I don't know what kind of love I felt for her or if it can even be called love because despite my age, all I know was my dear mother's love.
Nevertheless, I still like to think it was love.
We met in the morning, separated in the afternoon, met again in the evening, talked and then made love to each other that night, and then the next morning I saw her die.
And what's really painful is knowing that in the last moments of her life, I could've saved her but I didn't.
When did I become like this?
When did I become so pathetic?
When did I become such a monster?
I have become something that even I would find disgusting and unacceptable.
If my dear mother was alive and she saw what I've become, although she would never show it because of her very kind heart, I know deep inside she too would find me disgusting.
So I packed a few things, stole a speedboat without any plans whatsoever and traveled across the sea until I found this island.
When I was still a kid, I used to sit on a corner and read about the adventures of Sinbad so I've always wanted to sail the sea.
For 2 days and 2 nights I stayed here and thought about everything -- my past, my present and my future.
And on the final night, when the Second Phase happened, that's when I finally made my decision.
I know many would see my decision as a cowardly act but this is the only solution I can think of from stopping myself from becoming even worse than I already am.
To you reading this, I would like to thank you for taking your time listening to the pathetic and selfish thoughts of this old man.
And please forgive me for my poor Regisian. I think I may have butchered a couple of words and sentences.
P.S. I don't know what year you've found me but please accept the canned goods that I have brought with me. When I took them from the factory I used to work at right before the zombie apocalypse, they were just processed and have an expiration date of 10 years.
I don't know about the water though.
There's also some System items and a speedboat. There are few gallons of fuel inside its storage space of the speedboat.
And if I could ask a little favor, if you ever get a chance to visit my mother's grave at Tous les Saints Cemetery in Artistein. Her name is Pascala Janovich. Can you tell her I'm very sorry? Although I will stand by my decision no matter what, I don't think I'll ever get the chance to go to heaven and talk to her to say to her I'm sorry.
Thank you.
Yours sincerely,
Pierre.
Nathan folded back the letter and stared at the vast ocean and sky.
He didn't really know what to say.
'I guess some people just have their own way of dealing with things, regardless if you will understand them or not...'
'And his mother is buried at Artestine? How the fuck did he reach here? That's like in Europe and we're here in Oceania…'
And then he remembered that the speedboat had 4 engines.
'He must've driven it like crazy.'
He stared at the letter for almost a minute before absorbing it into his [Artifact] Gold Spatial Finger and then went over to the helicopter.
"Kid."
Zita popped her head over the window.
"It's safe. You can come out."
She stepped out of the helicopter.
"Mister," she said as she presented the sawed-off shotgun.
"Ah yes."
He took the gun and absorbed it.
"Mister, there's no one around?"
"Yeah," he said as he went over to the side of the helicopter to refill its fuel tank.
"What's inside the tent?"
"A corpse and it's already rotten."
"Shouldn't we bury it?"
"Bury? We could. But with the way how the corpse looks and smells, who knows what kind of disease you might catch from touching it."
"Okay," Zita said and then went away to do Lady Business #1 and check the around area as well.
After Nathan was done refilling the fuel tank, his eyes looked for Zita.
She had her shoes and socks off and was walking along the shores, kicking the water and picking up sea creatures and empty seashells with [Lift].
'Heh~ So she can pick things up even though they're under the water?'
He turned to the tent and stared at it.
After a couple of seconds, he said under his breath, "Yeah… I guess I have time to do that…"
He went inside the tent to check the System items.
After he took the potions, he immediately poured gasoline on the body and inside and outside of the tent before lighting it with fire.
As Nathan stood and watch the flames burn the tent, Zita went beside him.
She glanced at his face from the side and said, "Mister?"
He didn't look at her and his eyes were locked on the burning tent when he asked, "Aren't you hungry?"
"I just ate a sandwich a while ago. I'm still full."
"No, you should eat. Let's eat after this. We need to maintain proper nutrition at all times, especially you who is a growing lady."
She was about to pout her lips but stopped herself from doing so and just said, "Okay."
He didn't say anything after that.
Zita turned to the burning tent.
Both of them watched in silence.
***
30 minutes later…
A helicopter's propellers began spinning.
Tutututututututututututu…
The helicopter lifted above the ground and resumed its journey to Muwin.
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