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Chapter 5: Dale Valshawn

I once heard from my classmates conversation about how humans easily adopt to the changes of their surrounding. I'm not really knowledgeable but according to their conversation, Will a person who lived in a peaceful lifestyle adjust easily if their environment were change to a place were violence was like a part of everyday life?

You might be thinking how very deep the conversation is right? Well, to tell you how this conversation came to be? It started about the novels that has been very popular throughout the school.

Normal transmigration story, reincarnation or even apocalypse stories has many main characters that started with someone normal thrown to a new environment that was very different from the normal peaceful situations the lived on before. Thought every story has its own unique style most of the characters easily adjusted to their environment.

Some of my classmates argued that people will definitely change especially if someone was thrown in a world where strong survive and weak dies. It is a way for humans to survive. On the other hand, some of my friends said that those are just fiction and it is not easy to change and adapt in real life.

I still remember that this conversation did not really move forward since everyone was not really into the study of such things, we just relied on the stories we read or our own opinions so this conversation naturally died and was forgotten.

But now, looking at the sate of the person in front of me I can't help but feel fear and confusion.

How can someone not feel fear of killing a person. If I remember it correctly, since going to the infirmary to sleep from waking up to find the world descended to chaos, it was just been about more or less 4 hours.

In that short amount of time, someone already did something like this. And the possibility that this someone was my classmate was quite high.

I snapped out from my horrifying thoughts when I heard the person groan.

'Ah!He's still alive!' This thought was the only thing that at least made me sigh with relief.

I hurriedly came beside the person. Looking at his bleeding hands I tried to free it first. However it seems it was tied very well that it was really hard to remove, it was also the same with his feet.

I tried to first pull him out of the cabinet since he look so uncomfortable inside it. However I underestimated my strength. He was to heavy!

If I put too much force to help him get out it might aggravate his current situation, so without any other way, I decided to let him be for now. Putting aside this predicament, I redirected my attention on his blindfolded eyes.

Despite the current situation, I can't help the itch in my heart. I was so curious who he was.

I slowly removed the blindfold.

'Ah! Ah! Ah!! So handsome!'

I was mesmerized.

He had thick, straight black hair that fell over his ears and down the exquisite slope of his neck, his pale face just enhanced his handsome features. His frown did not even lessen his handsomeness but instead gave it a strong flavor of seriousness and manliness.

I was dazed for a few seconds before I was struck but the knowledgeable that I don't recognize this person. I looked in confusion at his face. Being so handsome, I would have definitely not forget him if he was a classmate. In my opinion, this kind of looks definitely doesn't fall short to class representative's handsomeness.

I was confused and curious about the identity of this person. He might have been from a different class but if he was, how and why was he locked up here in our classroom cleaning cabinet.

Shaking my head, I tried to stop my thoughts and decided to just ask the person later. The first thing was to help the poor guy. Removing the binding was the first and I need to help him out of the cabinet.

I recall that I still have my sewing kit on my bag. Thankfully no one took it.

I hurriedly took it from my bag and got my blade and cut the cloth used to bind the person's feet and hands.

He might have felt the binds was removed, maybe felt my presence or maybe just naturally woke up from unconsciousness exactly when I just finished removing the binding in his hands and feet. I was leaning close to his body on this narrow place so I witness how his eyes slowly opened.

With my position, our faces were so close to each other. So when I looked at him and he to me, I was swallowed by his dark bottomless eyes. It was as if his eyes was a black-hole that wanted to swallow me to nothingness.

"AH!"

Before I can even react, the sudden pain I felt woke me from my daze state.

Everything happened so fast that I was unable to respond to his action. It was only when I found that I was already pinned down the floor by the throat that I realized how he pushed me down with force.

Good thing that there were bunch of books and bags on the floor where I was forcefully pushed that cushioned my fall or I will have been heavily inured by the impact. However I still can feel the pain.

'The pain is real! Ah'

I was about to shout instinctively when it died on my throat because of fear! The eyes looking at me was like a beast. So savage and vicious that I felt like if I uttered any sound, he will snap my neck without any remorse.

I nearly passed out from fear!

It was as if I was not looking at a person but was looking at death directly. How could a person be like this? Is it normal? Am I going to die?

The hand on my neck seemed to tighten. The pain from suffocation was staring to make my mind muddled. Tears started to blur my eyes as well.

Despite the slow haze that was eating my thoughts, I can't help but find it funny that I was going to die by the hands of a human and not the zombies.

" Fei Hawthorne..."

I already closed my eyes and thought I was already going to meet death when I was brought back by the hoarse voice that called my name.

I sluggishly opened my eyes and met with that dark abyss like eyes. It took me a while to notice that he loosen his hold on my neck. Enough to let me take in a few deep breath of air.

" You are alive..." he whispered, Thought I was too occupied on breathing to catch his words.

Since the person slacken off his hold, my mind that was hazy because of lack of air started to become clearer. I realized that this person knows me.

With wariness, I cleared my throat. "Who are you?"

Complicated emotions seemed to flash on this person's black eyes as I asked him this question however it soon disappeared as fast as it appeared which made it like it never happened.

Completely removing his hands on my neck, he weakly sat near the opening of the cabinet.

I struggled to sit from my position. The pain from being forcefully pinned on the floor and suffocation dealt a huge blow to my already weak constitution.

Even thought I wanted to sit far away from him I was too tired so I just decided to sit at my current location. It was a good thing that he was sitting in front of me, so I was able to monitor his actions and the distance between us was enough to give me time to react if he will do anything.

I looked at him as he seemed to look at his bloodstain wrist.

'Dangerous!' This thought was floating on my mind as I feel the sudden increase of dangerous aura around him as he looked at his wrist.

Could this be the legendary killing intent? I can't help but think.

" You saved me..." His hoarse voice once again got my attention back to him. His eyes that was looking at his wrist looked at me.

The dangerous feeling disappeared and what has been savage and vicious eyes became indifferent.

"Yes, I saved you but you attacked me", Somehow I got a feeling that I was no longer in danger. It might have been this feeling that gave me courage to say what I have said.

His lips tighten to a line. "Self- defense...", contrary to the apology that I thought he will say, this word was said with a strained voice.

I can't help but choke from what he said. However after remembering how he was all tied up and nearly died from suffocation inside the cleaning cabinet, I can't help but frown and helplessly accept his word.

Nevertheless, I had my guard up against him. This person was definitely someone dangerous. Thought he stopped and did not kill me, I knew that he had it in him to kill without regret. And this is what made me fear him.

"Who are you?" I said, driving the conversation to a better direction. At least this will sate my curiosity and also avoid the heavy talk about the 'self-defense' word.

If I recall it correctly, he did call my name awhile ago. This shows that this person knows me. Unfortunately, I was in disadvantage since I don't remember seeing or even interacting with him. I can shamelessly admit that I know most of the well-known handsome students in our division.

Never underestimate teenage girls. Most of my friends or even other girls in different class are always updated with those who are the most handsome and popular in our school. We even have a school ranking of who were the most handsome guys for the whole high school division.

This ranking was handled by the famous school club 'Most Handsome Club'. The ranking was done by the club every 3 months and they also have a section dedicated for them in the school newspaper.

This guy has his own charm but he was definitely someone handsome that can be on par with class representative who was crowned as the 'cold face prince'. But it seems he has been out of our radar since if he was known he will be somewhere in the top 10 of our school ranking. It's really amazing to know someone slipped from the scrutiny of the 'Most Handsome Club'.

My mind drifted, once again. Ah! "I'm sorry... I didn't hear that. What did you say?"

His brows frowned as I tried to keep my face neutral and not to annoy him for not listening.

" Dale Valshawn..." He said once again.

My mind blanked out as I hear what he said. "I'm sorry... but your joking right?" I said as I can't help but laugh softly.

I suddenly felt that the temperature seemed to drop several degrees, it made me stop my laugh and shiver uncontrollably.

'It can't be! No way!' I screamed in my mind, however outside I can't help but just look and gape at him from shock.

As I was still in a state of shock. He seemed to know how unbelievable for me to accept what he said. So with an irritated look, he seemed to take something from within the cabinet.

At first, I was confused what he took but as I saw what he had on his hand, I got a feeling that something unbelievable will happen.

Eyeglasses.

When he wore the eyeglasses, I nearly passed out from shock.

'Hey! Your playing with me, aren't you?'

It was as if someone cast a transformation magic on him. By just wearing the eyeglasses, his eyeglasses, I definitely know who he is! Ah!

" Dale Valshawn!!!"

Can someone tell me? Please tell me! How can someone change so much from just wearing eyeglasses?

I'm not really biased, but from the handsome guy with cold and vicious aura he change to someone plain without any presence.

If it is not magic, then what can you call this drastic changes?


Chapter 6: The Call

Dale Vlashawn, he was not unknown but also not popular. I can't say that we were close friends but we definitely do get along just fine.

He was the quite type, he was alone most of the time. He did not have a strong presence which make others forget him. So, it might have been because of his uniqueness that I approach him to talk from time to time.

Thought he was different, he definitely has a good mind. He was always within the top 5 of the class. Never losing a spot. However something happened months ago that change him to become more closed and isolated.

It was around 3 months ago when an incident happen between Dale and Lear Rondel. I'm not really sure of the exact issue since both parties did not say anything, however Lear started to bully Dale every moment he can.

I tried to help but it seemed to just make Dale avoid me more and my friends didn't want me to be involved to this issue. I was depressed for a while because I was unable to help him and he also avoided me. Fortunately, class representative has noticed the increase of unacceptable actions of Lear and his friends so he reported this to our teacher.

Thought because of the report, Lear and the others where so angry with Dale and it escalated to them surrounding and beating him up after school. This caused Dale to be out of school for about a week and Lear with his friends were suspended for 1 month.

After this incident, I tried to speak with Dale a few times after he came back from school but he became for more closed up and it even became a problem for anyone to talk to him. This made many of my classmates stay clear from him. Totally isolating him from class.

On the other hand, Lear and his friends came back from suspension just this week. From their actions, they stopped bullying Dale but started to ignore him.

It hurts to see how he became a loner however I gradually got used to it.

Thought I have once felt frustrated even angry for ignoring me. I still hoped to become friends with him again.

Who would have known that he will be the first person I will meet from my classmates? I felt happy to see him but also felt complicated since he was so different, especially when I remember how savage and vicious he was when he nearly strangled me to death.

"How are you doing?" I can't help but start the conversation awkwardly. I can't help but be embarrassed with how I acted awhile ago.

But you can't blame me! Ah!How should I know that this handsome guy was hiding behind his magical eyeglasses?

Aside from feeling awkward and embarrassed, I also feel depressed because I just learned that I really know too little about him. I thought I was the closest and the one who knows the most about him but it seems I was too conceited.

"I'm hungry..."

His causal answer pulled me out from my depression. I can't help but smile from his reply. It might have been the knowledge of his identity but I started to feel much better around him, totally lowering my guard against him.

Reaching for the chocolate in my pocket, "Don't be picky. This is all I have." I said.

I smiled besides myself when I saw him accept the chocolate I gave. It has been a long time since I was able to speak and interact with him. Somehow it made me happy and sad at the same time.

" Can you tell me..." I started but seemed to be unable to continue what I wanted to say. I stopped but I somehow knew that he knows what I was asking about.

"Doesn't matter..." He said curtly, cutting me off. The temperature seemed to drop few degrees and silence suddenly came after. I felt awkward and didn't know what to say next. It seems like it's not a good idea to ask more about what happened to him.

"Um... It seems that everyone already left." I said after a long while as I found another topic to speak with him.

" They decided to leave the school after chaos died down." He slowly explained what happened after I left for the infirmary.

From his explanation, about 30 minuets after I left when they heard commotions from the lower floors. It was good thing that it was teacher Grace who was with the class at that time. She was able to calm everyone and got all my classmates lock and barricade the doors and made everyone huddle together. They were able to keep quite and safe for a while until the chaos from the school died down.

However it did not take long before many of the anxious students wanted to leave the school and look for their families. With no choice, their teacher became the leader and decided to help the students leave the school as a group.

During that time there were still a lot of zombies lurking at their floor and decided to use the method of curtain rope to go down the 3rd floor. They decided to get the curtains from the other room instead of our own because some said that in case of accident they can go back to this classroom as last resort. Having the curtains in the room will help to cover anyone hiding in the room with darkness.

It was good to know that a least everyone was alright when the chaos first happened. However I still can't believe that no one even thought of Dale when they left. I was really itching to ask him but was prevented by his sharp glare that seems to know what I have been thinking.

With an awkward smile I decided to drop my curiosity. I let out a deep breath before I decided to ask the most crucial question that flashed in my head.

"What's your next plan?"

Instead of answering me, he just looked at me and I stared back for a minute before I got uncomfortable.

"What?" I asked, feeling weird all of a sudden.

"What's your next plan?" He threw out my own question back at me with an emphasis on the word 'your' when he spoke.

I was getting a really weird feeling however I was unable to understand it so I just decided to brush it aside for now.

"I originally planned to check my phone …..." I was about to explain when I was suddenly struck by an idea. " Eh, Dale did you bring your phone with you?"

He gave me a look then seemed to think of something before he stood up slowly as he looked around the room for his bag.

I hurriedly stood up as well as I wanted to help him find his bag. It took us about 10 minuets to find it.

I nearly cried from happiness when he found his phone. Before I can stop myself I snatched the phone from his hand and excitedly look at it like I was looking at a treasure.

I was too happy that I didn't notice how his lips twitched when I snatched the phone from him. It took me a while before I came back to my senses and embarrassingly gave to him his phone back.

His brow went up as he looked at the phone I gave him. "Aren't you going to use it?"

*Ahem* "Can you please unlock it?"

I felt so embarrassed that I wanted to find a hole and jump down, however I decided to thicken my face as I ask him to unlock the phone.

He sighed deeply and took the phone and later gave It back after he unlocked it. Afterwards he walked towards the other discarded bags and seemed to scavenge anything useful from the pile.

"Thank you..." I weakly said. I'm not really sure if he heard but I excitedly dialed the number of my father.

I was so excited as the call seemed to connect. Thank god it is still working! Waiting for the person on the other line to pick up was really torturous.

"Hello!" A deep voice answered at the other line. "Fei, is that you?!"

I can hear deep worry and anxiety from the familiar voice. "Dad!" I can't help but suddenly feel all the worry, fear and anxiety I have been hiding suddenly disperse like a bubble all that was left was warmth that can't help but make me cry unconsciously.

Since I can remember it was always been me and my father. My mother died during my birth and it was my father that brought me up. He was not only my beloved father, he was also my personal superhero and close friend.

"Fei, Fei are you all right? Where are you now?"

"En..."Emotionally flooded, I can't answer clearly but just make a sound to let him know I was fine.

"Listen to me carefully Fei, Right now..." His voice was interrupted suddenly by a strong background sound of gunshot and there were other loud sounds as well. I started to get worried for my father's situation. It seems like his situation was much worst than us.

"Dad! Dad? Are you alright?! Hello?"

"Fei, Don't leave the school. It's dangerous here now. Do your best to find a place to hide in your school. Do you understand me?" Because of the sound in the background, my dad had to shout for me to hear him. "I promise to go there and get you. Do you understand?"

Biting my lips, I wanted to refute his order but decided to agree. Thinking carefully, It was indeed better for me to wait for him instead of running around which might cause us to miss each other.

"En, I'll wait for you. Please be careful. I love you."

" I love you too."

We only spoke for a while before our connection ended. Many complicated emotions was suffocation me.

Happy because he was still fine, anxious because of his situation and also fear. I believe my father however I can't help but feel fear of the possibility of him being in danger. For me, my father was like my pillar. The pillar that had been with me for 15 years. Since my mother was separated with her family in bad terms after marrying my father, I was never in contact with my mother's family. My father is an orphan and did not have any relative. He was my one and only family.

It took me all my will power not to call him back again.

I promise to go there and get you. This sentence was really powerful that it has been imprinted in my mind. Despite all the negative emotions I have been feeling, I can't deny that being able to speak with my father gave me a boost of courage.

'I have to survive' I repeatedly said to myself like a mantra.

Renewing my determination to survive, I awkwardly handed the phone over to Dale. "Thank you. I... Can I brow it again later?"

"En." He answered so simply and put the phone back in his pocket.

"..."

"From your conversation you will be waiting here? What's your next plan?"

"Aren't you going to call your family?" Ignoring his question, I can't help but ask my question as I blankly look at him. I have been embarrassed since I shamelessly caught his phone to call my father even before he can call his own family so I was shocked when he didn't call anyone and instead directly ask me my next plan.

"I don't have any 'family'." He coldly said. "It would be even better if they are dead." He added with a smile that made my hairs stand and swallow my other question back.

"..."

Thought I was curious, I knew when to stop.


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