When they stupidly went to open the modified van’s trunk – while ignoring the disgusting remains of the bulldozed infectores on the road and tires – Wade could only consent with a loud groan and flailing arms.
“Right. He’s practically a braindead zombie.” Seth closed the trunk again.
“Completely forgot about that.” Amy agreed, pinching her nose. “It’s useless anyway. We still have to kill people.”
“Infectores. Not people.”
“Oh, so it matters to you now? Didn’t you easily make a man explode into bits and blood?”
Seth gritted his teeth, “It’s not me. Victor exploded by himself, I just sat opposite him.”
“You know him?”
“My professor in uni. But the one who died came from the future.”
Amy guffawed, “There you go, let your creativity flow.” However, after his silence and humorless face, she faltered. “Wait, you’re serious?”
“We got this nonsensical System and ridiculous invasion where your cousin now drools at human brains. Appearing from the future and then spontaneously self-explode ten minutes later is not really that far fetch, does it?”
“Well, now that you say it out loud …”
Seth motioned them to return to the car, and Amy drove it. “Let’s find someplace first to camp before we go hunting preys. I also need to look around the System for more usable things.”
“Yeah. And while you’re at it, see what you can find about her.”
“Her?”
She nodded, “Our kind benefactor from the store, Himeyaka Izuka. I know she recognized you even when you didn’t.”
“Maybe I’m that famous.”
“Yes, for murdering your own professor in a café, now the whole state is looking for you in the mids of this Zombieland live action.” Amy flawlessly reminded before she continued. “But it’s not that. She didn’t look at you as a murderer.”
“That’s for the defense.”
“I feel like she knows you really well. Maybe she’s your childhood friend?”
“And I got mysterious amnesia I don’t know about?”
Amy huffed, “Memory loss is not that uncommon. I know someone who got it.”
“That’s not the point,” he rebuked, “But let’s see if the System know anything about her. I think we got three hundreds or so people with that name.”
In no time, the System displayed his intended search.
[Show 301 records for Himeyaka Izuka.]
Thankfully, it also featured a filter, and there weren’t that much Asian with the same name in New York state.
[Show 3 records for Himeyaka Izuka.]
Then, their jaws dropped.
[Himeyaka Izuka
Age: 89
May Go by: Izuka Himeyaka
Used to Live in: Amherst, NY
Related to: Himeyaka Daichi]
[View Full Report?]
[Himeyaka Jane Izuka
Age: 2
Address: Sapporo, JP – Brooklyn, NY
Relatives: Himeyaka Rei – Chloe Jane Fisher – Alexander John Fisher]
[View Full Report?]
[Himeyaka Izuka
Age: 75
Address: Rochester, NY – Cleveland, OH
Relatives: Himeyaka Hana – Himeyaka Akutsu]
[View Full Report?]
Seth reloaded the page and once again entered the name in the search bar. He also filtered the hundreds of findings, but the result was the same. Only three people remained, one deceased, and the other was either too young or too old.
“It’s useless,” he grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose as he told Amy of the findings.
“She lied about her name?”
“Probably.”
“Huh. Suspicious, don’t you think?”
Seth hummed, didn’t reply to her clearly. However, he filed that in his brain. ‘Himeyaka Izuka’ became another thing he needed to solve.
‘Just who the hell is she?’
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In a busy airport, an Asian woman stood in a queue, waiting for baggage and security check. A long beep resounded in the busy area when she stepped through the metal detection.
“Ah, sorry, I forgot something,” she said as the airport security closed on her with a narrowed gaze. She took a device from her back pocket, giving it to the officer. “It’s my parallel log. Like an electronic journal, you know?”
“Parallel log?” The airport security repeated, turning the square, phone-like device in his hand. It resembled a small pad, but a single short antenna on top was pretty strange. “Where did you get this?”
“Ah, my boss got it for me. Sadly, it’s not out in the market yet. Maybe next year? Or the years after, I’m not really sure when it’ll go public though.” The Asian girl fixed her eyeglasses, smiling sweetly.
The bearded security frowned but fiddled with the device while she went through the metal detector. However, his eyes lingered on it, suspicious showed. “Mind if I take a look?”
It sounded like a question, but she knew that it was not one. If she refused, he could take her to further search her person, and that was a no, no. She might be late for her flight, and her plan get jeopardized. “This is nothing important.”
“Cool, then you don’t mind, right? Unlock it and I’ll give it back to you after you got your things.”
The Asian girl sighed but did as told. She returned the device to the security guard, expecting a dismissive gesture. Instead, the security guy scrolled down the page.
She knew what was written there – her entire thoughts reeled back in discomfort.
[Log Entry 1: 03/07/2020]
Holy shit!
Someone is interested in my crap.
I never thought it would happen, but it did. They took a glance at the stuff I posted online and found a short story I made when I was thirteen to be pretty good. They got me an exclusive contract, and I have to make it into a novel.
Ah, they also got me this diary, or parallel log, as they call it. I’m supposed to write here every month on the same date I signed my exclusive contract, this March 7th. My editor said it’s supposed to help me ‘document my life’ and see how things change throughout the time I work on my story.
But enough about that. Between my day job and writing my big plot and first draft each night, I don’t really have enough time to spare for this. And I’m not skipping dinner when I have to figure out how to get my lazy, snarky Seth into working with Wade the infectore.
Talk to you next month!
Ah, the name’s Himeyaka Izuka, in case I got my memory erased. Somehow.
Entry Log 2: 04/07/2020]The worst word in the world COVID-19. I hate to even see that word, let alone write it.The COVID-19 outbreak, commonly known as the ‘coronavirus,’ is horrible. My next-door neighbor got it, and the entire neighborhood had to quarantine for 2 weeks!Life sucks. Even though it’s (coincidently) my birthday, I’m trapped inside as if I’m in jail. I don’t get a party, none of my friends can come over.Though, I don’t really like a party. And I don’t have any friends. The freaks online don’t count ‘cause they’re too shy and precious to grant the world a glimpse of themselves.Anyway, it’s awful. This month has been terrible. The only good thing I have is that my editor keeps asking me to finish my big plot. So, expect my awesome Seth dominating the world!… or not. He’s just too boring and too lazy to do it himself. I really have to give him good motivation some days.___[Entry Log 3: 05/07/2022]Well, guess what?The supreme leader of North Korea is dead. At least
Invasion Day 14Games Headquarter, Salt Lake City, UT“It’s just this way, Ms. Dooley,” the game developer told a woman in her mid-twenties, moments before the world begins to change. “You know, you’re the second person that’s asked to be a beta-tester of Kaiser Hunt–“Behind them, something thuds hard against the glass wall of the exhibition area.Beatrice turned towards the sound and saw a man with a bloody ashen face take a step backward and throw himself against the glass again, pulverizing his nose against it in a spray of brown blood.Then, there were others, a dozen at least, all trying to break through the glass wall, and Beatrice had just begun to register the ghastly wounds that mar their bodies when three of them found the revolving door.The game developer moved past Beatrice, defended only by the paper shield of his own masculinity, and the fastest of the crazed people tackled him. Her hands clawed clumsily at his face, and as she wrenched the game developer’s head upward
Invasion Day 2Dillon Nature Center, Hutchinson, KSSystemist 38, the wounded man who, according to the System, was called Chief of Kaiser Hunt, was probably one of the managers at 4Games HQ. He was surely dead, as the System told her, and Beatrice supposed his death was the sole reason why she was still alive today.Beatrice was consciously aware that she had not yet caught up emotionally with how absolutely not alright she was. But she knew that when reality hit, it was going to come down hard on her.After locating the Chief’s car with the key, she drove away from the newly-risen 4Games HQ. She stopped at a small parking lot inside a state forest.A curving concrete path led from the parking lot to a log structure. Above the building’s doorway, a flat piece of rough wood hangs. The words ‘NATURE CENTER’ are written across its surface. A decal that reads First Aid Station stuck to the upper left-hand corner of the door.There were no other cars in the lot. The doors to the Nature Ce
Invasion Day 3Woodlands Nature Station, Cadiz, KYIt was a gray and chilly morning. The fog lay thick over the highway hours after dawn. By the time Beatrice could make out the infectores congregating around a minivan, they were almost upon it.Dong![3 infectores detected within 30 feet radius.]The System’s notification was a little useless. For all the games she had played online, this supposedly mighty guide in her phone was a one-star service.Although its report arrangement was the only thing behind its time, Beatrice did think that the other features were pretty decent, particularly in the power-giving department. She had tested her added strength and speed. Even for a zero point something, the System truly made a difference on it.Averting her eyes from the minivan, Beatrice noticed that the infectores were not moving with a ravenous determination he saw in most of the other walking-dead wanna-be. It was a
Invasion Day 4 Madam Brett Park, Beacon, NY As such, the fourth day of the invasion felt like the worst. Now that the infectores had spread in almost all states, and also the world, people looked for themselves. The government didn’t give a clear information, and the press were speculating like crazy, reporting jumbles of misinformation anyone didn’t care to correct. Thankfully, the System was kind enough to let him know that the first wave invasion would not erase all humanity on Earth. Only some of them. With that information, Seth slowed down a little. As the three of them, and by that, he meant Wade the infectore too, were done slaughtering the ambling infectores, Amy decided that she wanted burgers for dinner. So, there they were, locking the door of a nearby burger joint to prevent any infectore from advancing on them. “Braaaaaiiin?” Wade groaned from where he was standing before the counter. He stared uncoordinately at the menu hanging over head, a slight drool pooled on h
Invasion Day 5Courtyard by Marriott, Fishkill, NYIt was a particularly hot day.Seth had to shed his jacket, leaving him in an undershirt due to the still air. Amy, too, had forgone her checkered shirt, only wearing her sports bra and tight, short pants. He averted his gaze when the blond bend and picked a fallen potted plant from the deserted hotel’s decoration.Apparently, they chose the right place to hunt. Near the hill, they camped for the last four days, a pretty small city with just enough civilians-turned infectores roaming around was the perfect farming area they could find.They could easily get food and drinks and change clothes anytime they liked, as long as no infectores close enough. Even the garbage – corpses, really – of the infectores were not piling up or strewn everywhere like the movies depicted.Aside from the infectore’s habit of not teaming up in bulk numbers, Seth,
Invasion Day 5Courtyard by Marriott, Fishkill, NY“You know what, let’s get him in, Seth!” the blonde girl cut her cousin off, seemingly couldn’t contain her giddiness any longer. “Make him to be an Ally too!”Right, he needed to do that.Seth opened the menu again, quickly finding the icon he needed to click.[Sending request to Wade Moore.][Request has been sent to Wade Moore. Please check your email.]Amy took over, and in no time, Wade was an Ally.[Congratulations!][1 Ally registered.][Status][This personal Information will be hidden from other Systemists.][Full Name: Wade MooreDate of Birth: 2-09-1993]___[Nickname: moreweedpleaseLevel: 1Exp: 0HP: 300 / 300Regeneration: 0.28Strength: 0.49Speed: 0.74Resistance: 0.29Technique: 0.88Skill: None]
Invasion Day 5Courtyard by Marriott, Fishkill, NYThe air was hot. Seth had felt so since early today. That was why he and Amy chose the hotel to take a small reprive, the air conditioned lobby was the best after all.Aside from the obvious advantage, the hotel’s main lobby was also covered by brick wall and sturdy glass door. They had a clear view of the front yard and no infectores would come from behind. They had slaughtered everyone inside.Moreover, the System would alert him if any infectores were around. He also found out that another Systemist could be detected, so it would prepare him if someone had any ill intention.That was why, the fact that Seth didn’t notice anything before an attack was unleashed towards him was unbelievable.If he stood a little to the left, he’d lose his head, instead of just a few stray of dark hair. The blast resulted in a damaged front desk instead, reducing the brick mat
The raid was a bust.The lieutenant didn't even wait until they were in the privacy of his office before chewing him like useless gum. He demanded, "What is this, Monroe?"Mark bit back the urge to say, 'What did I tell you about raiding it yesterday, Sir?' He waited quietly and avoided any eye contact from the many people in bulletproof vests with bold 'PPD' on their back, strapping their gun back into safety and rounding up their failed attempt. "Why did I spend three hours of driving to the middle of nowhere with a full squad to take down a drug lab and slavery den while there's nothing here?"Again, instead of pointing out that the raid should have been done as quickly as he had suggested, Mark waited."Tell me, Monroe, why are you even screwing up this bad after the rookie slip up with that fake journalist in the warehouse?"'This is not my fault,' he thought. "We are too late, Sir," he said."Too late? Are you saying I'm too slow to act?" Madsen retorted angrily. "Do you even k
"You're so annoying, do I have to remind you every hour?" Rhea grumbled from the passenger seat, watching the dark-haired man behind the steering wheel as the car drove itself to the hill house. "Old news," Lucian commented and then glared at her. "But I already said not to let him into this again."Of course. "Mikhal's right. You do sounds like a jealous secret boyfriend.""Ha. Ha." There was no humor behind that. "First, I am not your boyfriend, I'm your fiance. Second, you're the one keeping this a secret, not me."Rhea grinned, "You didn't deny the first one? Are you jealous?""So what?" She frowned but didn't say anything else. She still couldn't figure out why he was jealous of that tall coworker of hers. No matter how many times she asked him, Lucian wouldn't tell.'Or you just never believe his answer,' a small voice at the back of her head supplied helpfully. She brushed it off because it was total drivel. There was no way Lucian actually felt jealous just because he liked
She was not as reckless as Lucian sometimes said to her. But she was still new in this espionage thing, and Mikhal suddenly pushed her down to the ground. Her heart raced, pounding noisily along with the blood in her ears. Mikhal's tall figure was equally low by her side. Confidence may fool many people, but she had none of it right now. Especially not after a burly man in a tank top suddenly pointed his long firearm in her direction, right before she took another shot of the drug lab with her phone. Breathing quietly, they waited in suspenseful silence until the man turned his weapon away from their direction. Another man came out of the drug lab's door, probably exchanging words before both of them went inside again. Rhea exhaled in relief, shoulders slumping down as both Mikhal and her shared a look. They moved closer, trying to get more proof from the small window at the side of the building now known as the drug lab. Not only from the chemical glasses with some colored liquid
After four days of work, Rhea finally got her day off again. Mikhal texted her, 'Meet you at East Station in twenty.' Smiling to herself, Rhea texted back an affirmation. "So…" Liz glanced at her from behind the steering wheel, "If I may ask, where are you going, Miss Rhea?""Out," she merely said."Any specific place in mind?"Rhea locked her phone, "Not really."The bespectacled girl looked uncomfortable for a second before she asked again. "Do you have any companions?""Yes.""Oh. Who is that?"Rhea narrowed her eyes, not liking where the bespectacled girl was going with this. "Is this an interrogation?""No, of course, not." Liz hastily said, topping it with an awkward laugh that she tried to make it sound natural. "I'm sorry if it came out like that, Miss Rhea. I didn't mean to."She sighed, turning to the sturdy houses that came into view as they finally reached the town's area. "It's fine. Lucian ordered you to do that, right?" Liz stayed silent, so she'd take that as a yes.
The cafeteria was full of cola and burgers. "Free dinner for everyone!" one of the senior staff called out as they entered it. Rhea grinned – almost jumped in excitement – as her favorite food was served in front of her for free. Emi, on the other hand, chimed in a loud voice, "We don't pay to eat here!"She stuffed her face with the burger. She sat surrounded by a white shirt and blue vest-wearing staff, finally having a nice break out of the craziness of the afternoon shift. "I can't believe I was so excited about it before."Emi smiled broadly, munching on her mouthful bite of burger. She looked funny. "Didn't I tell you that it's crazy?""Yes, but you carefully left out the fact that it is precisely like that oddball group all over again, except, it happens continuously. Marching in a group in the lobby, then shoving each other to get in the elevator. Why do we only have four elevators, anyway?""But it only happens in the afternoon. After that, it's pretty slow, isn't it?"Rhea h
Lucian had been at the scene of serious diplomacy once, ages ago as he was still ten, where his father was showing him how to negotiate with a foreign mafia boss from another country. Earl would sign an agreement of letting said mafia boss move into Livingard and give him a little territory on the border to set up whatever operation they had planned. Earl would get back his prized butler slash right-hand man safely in one piece in exchange. He was fond of that man, his favorite butler. A middle-aged friendly guy who had a penchant for cutting apples into beautiful figures and dragging Lucian out of bed before dawn for a morning run. So, hearing that his favorite butler would be back after missing – he was captivated by the foreign mafia after accidentally crashing his motorbike to the mafia's daughter on the road – for three days, Lucian was eager when his father wanted him to tag along. It was supposed to be a valuable learning experience for him.One of the foreign mafia subordinat
'Let him be, don't talk to him, whatever, just ignore him.'She didn't even want to see him. But bottling her overflowing emotions? It was a ridiculous idea.Then a notification chimed in, breaking into her bubble of thought, pulling her from the suffocating underwater feeling. 'How's' your girl's day out with Emi?' Mikhal texted her, oblivious to the chaos she made herself. 'She was great.' She texted back.'Cool. No more outings today?' His reply came seconds later, followed by three dots, signifying he was typing now. 'Imma starts the afternoon shift today. Dunno what to expect.''Expect the worst.''Never know u'r such a pessimist.'She wasn't. Fine, maybe she was. Just at the moment, though. Rhea responded with a laughing emoticon. Followed by a string of crying yellow faces.'What was that?' She bit her bottom lip, 'I want to go out.' Her thumb sent it before she even read the line. She considered deleting it. No use, Mikhal already typed again.'I'm free, if you were asking
Sprinting to the beach, Rhea suddenly stopped before her sneakers touched the wet sand. Quickly taking them off, Rhea looked around for a place to put them without getting worried that the wave would sweep on them or someone take them away. Not that she was suspicious of some people enjoying the beach there, or that her shoes were extremely pricey – they were, not that Rhea knew about that, because it was Lucian who paid – but Rhea didn't want to lose her only pair of sneakers.She looked back to Lucian's parked car on the edge of the beach, where the dry ground met with green patches of grass. Squinting her blue eyes, Rhea calculated how much force she needed to get her shoes to the car's side. The light brown-haired girl got into a stance as if she would throw a slider with her sneaker as the ball. Then, Rhea let go of one of her sneakers in a powerful side swing. It flew in a bent trajectory and landed safely on the dry sand, though still a little far away from the car."Ah, I need
It was the first time Rhea saw a wolf in real life.The wolf looked like how a wolf would in a book or movie. Nothing special, unlike the jet-black wild wolf she saw in a show. Or the majestic white wolf in legends. The animal in front of her looked just like the usual wolf. Short, triangular ears. Broad snout. A long tail. Looking slender yet seems powerful in its built. Its back was grey, so was its upper head. While the rest of its fur was light brown, and the underside was white.Rhea could not believe it."Should we continue?" Jo asked, stepping slowly on the gas pedal.As Jo drove the car past the watchful gaze of the wolf, Rhea felt a shudder run through her body. Either it was a creepy coincidence, or Lucian somehow controlled the wolf to appear there and failed Rhea's escape. Which sounded impossible. Both of them.It was some minutes later that Jo stopped the car. They were near the first building in the outskirt of Stradfield's little town. "Are you sure you want to get off