Capítulo 3: III: Room full of Braille
Soft and feathery feeling greeted the groggy Fang Muiren. A warm and bright thing is directed at his face.
1Sunlight?
He slowly gets up, quietly yawning alongside with it.
The thing under him is soft yet hard, there's also a cold blow of air blowing from time to time.
He sniffed the air. The smell of lavender surprised him. This weirdness immediately alerted him. Caressing the place where his hand is...
'soft...warm...'
He doesn't know how to explain it but he has a vague guess that he's in bed.
Pressing his hands in the covers, he closed his eyes again and began to concentrate.
Usually, after a few seconds an image will start to form in his mind but now, a full blown minute nothing happened. He tried again.
He even decided to use his second abilities to experiment, but no result.
His power is not responding or activating.
Half an hour has passed before deciding to do things manually thinking that this may be a side effect of his injuries.
Touching for a little bit of clue.
He's in bed that's for sure but doesn't that mean they went back for him? but that's utterly impossible, he means—him surviving.
He remembered the strong force that hit him and made him fly sideways. He didn't feel any pain but the stinging numbness and another wave of metallic taste in his mouth.
He was then assaulted by pain from his feet up to waist for how long before his instinct warned him of danger then he was met with full darkness.
He died. He's sure of that.
He was sure that he was dying...but this...maybe he's in heaven? he killed a lot can... he still enter it?
"..."
His fingers bumped into something rocky and dull. He began to caress it, a second later, his eyes flew up and his body moved closer to it. Frantically touching it.
It's a braille!
"Blue...bed.." Indeed, he's in bed. The braille reads; Blue comforter - Bed. A ripple in his calm heart appeared, lifting the comforter, he clumsily stood up.
Fang Muiren rubs his feet to the ground, it's furry and soft.
A carpet!
Touching and feeling his surroundings. His hand knocked on the wooden thing he bumped earlier, tapping and rubbing it. He tried to look for something which didn't disappoint him— another braille is written in the wood!
'Night table'
Fang Muiren felt his heart beat fast, nervously gulping. For 16 years, the things that can make him nervous all revolve around survival. But right now... he's nervous—no, more like he's anticipating. He continued his search, gritting his teeth the more braille he felt.
'Lamp', 'chair','window', 'signature stamp', 'towel'...
He felt like crying. Everything in here feels familiar. It's like he's back in his room before the apocalypse starts. The very room which was designed by him and his parents, they designed it in a way that makes his life easier.
Everything in his room has braille somewhere in it, so he would know what it is.
"Please no..." Is this what 'my life flash by eyes' meant? This is torturous, reminding him of things that he can't experience anymore.
He still vividly remembers the screams, the explosion and the roars on that very day. It was a month after the apocalypse started.
He had no idea about it starting actually, he stayed at home for the whole semester break then took a 3 weeks leave because of his illness. So, when the world was panicking he was staying at home with his parents trying to get better.
His parents never really said anything, even when he asks why is there so much noise near them and why they don't watch T.V anymore, they said nothing only insisting that they want to disconnect to gadgets, taking some time off from the modern technology and enjoy their leave.
He never found it weird since his parents would do it from time to time. They don't need to go out because the apocalypse started after they had a monthly grocery.
Back to it, in how he found out, it was because he was insisting to go out since his parents decided to do some 'fasting' and he found it really unfitting for two people who love to cook and eat to suddenly go fasting.
He's mom and dad loves to cook, its their way of bonding. The house would always smell food anytime of the day.
He was having a fight with his mom when he said that he wanted to go out for fresh air but they kept on saying no, that their area was on lockdown.
In the middle of the fight, a loud roar echoed followed by a large explosion with an earthquake. Screams of people were everywhere, they shouted help as they were drowned by loud roars and growls.
His mother started praying and panicking while his father cursing and pulling them somewhere. It was a mess, pure chaos. He can't register anything and keeps asking what's wrong.
They keep walking then ride a car and drive away. For 3 days straight, his mind is in a mess.
His parents won't talk or say anything about it and it's frustrating him.
He couldn't see! They're supposed to be his eyes somehow.
They fought and started yelling, well just him, then shit happens. Before he knew it, he was shoved in a corner with his mother telling him to crawl forward then run while giving him his walking stick.
After that, he was alone. For the first week, he was confused and lost. It was one of the darkest days of his life before he found out he was in the middle of the apocalypse.
The rest are history of his dumb luck of survival that turned to full gear of surviving for 16 years.
"Closet..."
Fang Muiren murmured as he rubbed the braille. His hands reach for the door, it's a sliding door as he remembers.
Feeling the soft texture of the cloth and the familiar braille tag in the hem of it, a few drops of tears escape from his eyes, slowly sliding down to his cheeks making his throat sore and tighten.
"God... please...I...I..."
No proper sentence came out from Muiren's lips, it was all a shambles of words as he slowly kneeled, hitting his head in a wood in the process.
He didn't mind it as he just slumped himself to the ground, crying silently as he tried to lean in the closet.
"Mom...mom...dad...dad..."
Even when crying, he instinctively held out any noise he could make.
In the apocalypse, a simple noise is one of the deadliest dangers to humans and animals, it can easily attract an infectee or zombie.
Normally he would stop and be silent but right now he hardly cares if some zombie attacks him.
Even while sleeping, people forced themselves to stay quiet, usually heavy sleepers and loud sleepers were avoided by most survivors considering the danger their noises can bring.
*Knock* *Knock*
Fang Muiren stopped crying at once. His body tensed as the knock continued.
He stood up with stilly movements. He controlled his breathing and waited.
"Xiao Mu? Xiao Mu? Wake up. You asked me to wake you up, right? Xiao Mu? What's that noise?"
The door opened and a woman in his late 30's walked in wearing a blue knitted sweater and a navy blue fitted skirt. With long dark hair tied in a neat long bun, a blue scarf and a simple diamond shape gold earring as her jewelry.
The outfit plus the look and her feet in off white stockings wearing a white home slippers made her aura and look burst in warmth and sweetness.
Mei Mimi looked around and was confused as she couldn't see her son. Stepping in, she almost screams in fright as she stands face to face with her son standing motionless in front of the closet.
"Fang Muiren! What are you doing there and standing like some ghost in a movie? My heart almost jumped out of my ribs...ha..."
Lightly slapping her son's shoulder, she took his hand and pulled him but frowned when he remained unmoving.
"Muiren? Come, I'll guide you. Last night you told me to wake you up at 7'o clock and i did, well it's 7:30 but it's the same. You said you'll visit the new shop next street."
Fang Muiren feels like he's getting crazy and starts to hallucinate. His mom....his mom is here and talking to him! But she's dead... a long time ago.
"M—mom?"
"what? what's wrong with you? come, start walking. Let's have breakfast together with your father. Faster! Ai, we're not going to get somewhere at this pace."
Instead of going along with her, he breaks free and reaches out to touch her. His hand started to trace her face structure, slightly shaking from his overwhelming emotions.
"H—hey...honey what's wrong? Xiao Mu...okay, okay. Here, this is my eyes. It's brown, then my nose. It's a little flat and wide, thankfully you got your father's nose. Next, Here—"
Hearing his mother's high and familiar voice, his brain seemed to stop working and start malfunctioning. His mother's eyes...nose... lips... everything feels warm and...alive.
"Mom...mom...mom...!!"
"Yes, yes, I'm here... what's wr—!! why are you crying?! Fang Muiren, what's happening?...shhh... I'm here... I'm here.."
Fang Muiren cried like a baby, completely disregarding his honed instinct of staying quiet. His mom is here...alive... breathing and warm... Illusion or not, he's just so happy.
"Please... please... Mom you're real, right?.... please...say yes...yes.."
Mei Mimi consoled her son despite some confusion in her heart. Why is he asking if she's real? of course she's real? What got into this boy's head?
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Author: ಥ‿ಥ wow some motivation here, 3 chapters in a row. (hope i can keep this up, Hahaha...) I have my final exam tomorrow but I'm doing this...
Thank you for reading this, lovies! (please continue to do so...hehehe...
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