When night fell over the city, Zane found himself isolated and alone in the classroom he was temporarily using as his personal quarters. He had stashed the guns, body armor, and ammunition that he had looted from the marauders, and national guardsmen in this room.
The young man was covered in blood from his last few days of violent activity, and there was not a single bath in sight. Because of this, he took off his leather jacket and folded it up as a pillow before stripping down into his boxers.
After all, though he may be half-dead, he did not want to sleep in the blood and grime that had accumulated on his only pair of clothes over the past week. Once he was dressed only in his underpants, Zane rested his head on his makeshift pillow while playing with the pouch that the Stalker had given him.
I'm sorry for not posting a chapter over the last two days. I actually wrote a chapter on Saturday, but I have been sick, and my mind is a little foggy because of it. Hence why I completely forgot to post the chapter. As for yesterday, I spent the entire day in bed, and was in an even worse state than Saturday. So please forgive me for not being able to write.
My sickness is starting to clear up, so I should be able to write and post a chapter a day going forward. But I probably won't be able to expend the mental energy to write and post two chapters a day until after it clears up entirely. So I do ask you all to be patient, as I try to overcome this illness which suddenly sprung up on me at the end of last week.
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