Mutated

(Noel's POV)

Here's the real fun part!!!

This camp did have some police taking care of it, even though most of them were corrupt.

But in that chaos, normal citizen got their hands on guns…. Now it's more a mess! But it's not like they have time to care about kids when they're fighting amongst themselves.

Talking about kids, this kid is really getting on my mind… he's face doesn't show anything.

No matter how bright the lighting around us are, his eyes don't reflect anything! Dead eyes!

He's silent, as if a predator waiting for something… what's there to wait about? Apocalypse movies does get boring after a while… that same cliche.

If I start talking about cliche, I can probably fill this chapter.

Just think of this as a zombie apocalypse, not really different anyways… just like HIV, it can be transmitted with the monster's blood, and… but those non-muted monsters can only use blood.

Why do that when you can just carry the rainwater with you?

I wish I were the MC of this world… MC in zombie apocalypse mostly survives till the end after all.

Wasn't there a word about 'Everyone might be the MC in their own POV, but not everyone is the MC of this world'?

But weird, why do I think there is an MC in this world? I'm sure children my age don't think like I do… why can't I remember before I woke up in that lab? Only hazy memories… I'm sure… I'm sure… that I… remembered something before that idiots did some test on me.

Ah buckit… those loud humans are getting on my nerves, no, even the sound of the rain outside is getting in my nerves… especially that disgusting stench of blood.

The fresh smell of rain… I need to go outside… the fresh smell of soil right after a rain… after the rain? Huh? I don't want the rain to stop… do I? Didn't I always hate rainy weather? Who likes running to your work with soggy socks? Wait… work? Aren't I a kid? Am I?-

The kid was still holding my hand, he pulled my hands hard, making me snap out of my thoughts.

I do space off a lot.

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(Kid's POV)

Oh wow, I didn't expect that human to actually fire a shot.

But… why is he still holding my hand?! I don't like holding hands… sweaty and disgusting… but his hand is warm ant no sweat? Even though that gun shot was pretty damn loud… he's still spacing out… no, his gold eyes started glowing… I though he was an evolved one like me… or was he just in a slow period of turning into a lower monster? I though I found one like me…

I didn't realize I was putting too much force into my hands, he didn't realize either.

I pulled his hand, pulled it as if I was going to rip his arm off.

His eyes were dying down, turning light brown.

Light brown? It was yellow… I'm sure it was.

Why is it light brown??? Am I that desperate that I'm hallucinating?

A woman walked up to us, with the friendliest smile I've seen and the darkest thoughts I've ever heard.

The boy next to me started gagging, the woman put on a worried look and talked, "Oh my… are you okay? Is he sick?"

While having thoughts of, "(I hope he's not sick… I wouldn't like to eat a sick one…)"

Maybe I should start gagging too.

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(Noel's POV)

A woman walked up to us, with the friendliest smile I've seen and the worst stench of human blood I've ever smelled.

This woman killed more humans than monsters… very unusual… and she's walking up to us!!!

The smell… I can't hold it… I feel like throwing up!

As she's coming closer, I realized the smell is coming from inside her, not around her… meaning… the human blood is inside her stomach… ew, to disgusting, I imagined it…

I couldn't help it and started gagging.

I almost said hello to my lunch! Oh I didn't have lunch yet… my stomach acid then.

"Oh my… are you okay?" She asked me, but her opening her mouth made the smell worse… she changed her target and talked to the kid, "Is he sick?" The kid didn't answer either, things got awkward real fast…