The World We Do Not Know 84 Half Dead People - 02

"Half deads again?" The person on the other side of the phone asks. His voice is filled with arrogance and pride of a n.o.ble.

"Yes sir!" the person monitoring Medellin through the drones replies.

"Which city?"

"Medellin!"

"Copy! Do not interfere, we can let them do some grocery shopping first. Poor ones don't even get enough food." The other person declares like he is doing people a favor.

"Roger that! Will reach back to you later if I have anything to update."

"Good! Keep up your hard work."

The conversation of the two went oblique among each other without any concern for the people, who are becoming victims to the enormities of the ones with ferocious weapons.

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Faust suddenly realises that his feet are moving, he can see a hand pulling him.

It's the same lady who travelled with Faust in the same bus. She grabs him by his wrist and starts running towards the crowd on the other side. 

"What are you doing? Keep running, don't just stand there!" Faust hears her saying even when she's struggling to run.

Faust snaps back from his break down situation. He runs along with the lady that saved him and both of them reaches to the other side of the road safely.

Faust rests his hands on both of his knees and gasps for air as he turns towards the lady to thank her.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" Before he could thank her, he sees her frightened face as she screams in panic.

Tears roll off her face as her hands are shivering looking at the other side of the road. Faust turns to the direction that she is looking.

"*So they're not eyeing at me from the start? Are they planning to run to him from the start??"* Faust watches the husband of this lady, surrounded by 10 of the inflated people.

They are carrying butcher knives and machetes. One of them already bite the shoulder of the husband and tore the flesh with his mouth. All of their faces is filled with happiness as if a prey fell into their trap, they are ready to devour him alive.

*"What the h.e.l.l happened with me? f.u.c.k! I normally won't go helping others, but I don't want this lady to regret helping me."* Faust instantly leaps forward in one jump across the road

Among the half dead that are going towards the husband, there is an old one. He is different from the rest with very thin body and crooked teeth. He is carrying a katana sheathed inside a green scabbard.

Faust catches up to the old one who is running on his left. Faust folds his right hand, from under his left shoulder he grabs the handle of the katana.

"Huh?" Before the old man realizes that someone is gripping his katana, Faust pulls the katana out in one move while approaching the half dead in front of him and also the ones surrounding the woman's husband.

"Sword Arts - Unholy Demon Scythe"

*Swirl~~* *swoosh*

Faust holds the katana closer to his body and swirls in a zigzag way from within the ones that are running. His blade leaves an after image of silver lining around him as he swirls. It makes it seem as though Faust is holding a curved scythe that is circled around his body.

He slows down approaching the 10 half deads who surrounded the husband. He places the katana on his waist and slowly walking inside the middle of the circle made by the half dead.

With the sound of a 'swoosh', the shoulders, limbs, and fingers of the half dead falls apart from their bodies in a split second. People from the other side stand in confusion at the ghastly sight.

 Faust suddenly stands in front, blocking the half dead from attacking the husband by standing in front of him. "Come closer if you want to die." Faust utters as he shields him.

"Look kid! Stay out of our way or we will-" one of the half dead comes closer while speaking in snarky tone and was about to place his right hand on Faust's shoulder to threaten him, but in a mere second, his huge arm is chopped at four places and his limbs fall onto the ground like a chunk of wood.

Faust just stood there without even moving a single muscle and yet the half dead lose his arm. 

*"This will make them fear and they will run away "* Faust thinks to himself but is left in shock as he sees the face of the half dead that he just sliced. 

He looks fearless, unimpressed and most of all. There is no signs of fear in his face. "Ok! He got some skills. What are we going to do now?" He lazily turns his head around asking the mob behind him.

"You fool! Did we ever let go of our food! Eeeeehaaaaa. Let's just killll!!!." A half dead from behind exclaims. He has his kitchen knife on the side of his face and cuts his face from the side of his eye and cut into his jaw while laughing like a maniac.

This unexpected outcome left Faust in a shock. None of the half dead faces show any sign of pain. The person before him just cut his face deeper without flinching.

"We don't feel any pain!" The half dead who lost his arm speaks up. "It's not because we are fat though hahaha." All the half dead around him starts laughing like this is all too normal for them.

"Kid! The only way to stop us is by killing all of us, you got no choice now kid. Get ready to become our meal!" Faust is dumbstruck with what he just heard.

He was told by Neith to never get into any kind of fight or cause harm to people. 

He tried to solve this by scaring the half dead, but who knows that they cannot feel any pain towards their body.

"Unless their brain is detached from their body,they will keep coming for you." The husband of the woman utters to Faust.

"Have you ever killed a person in your life? Ehaha" the half dead asks Faust.

*"They are not humans, as long as they are not human! If I do this to save a person anything works I guess."* The breathing of Faust increases rapidly.

"It's ok kid! Run away and protect yourself! The woman's husband suddenly yells at him. He knows a child shouldn't get his hands dirty at a young age, so he tries to convince Faust to leave.

"Whatever! If they just wants me to go crazy! I will give it to them." Faust knows he didn't want to regret even if the husband of the woman try to make him leave. He closes his eyes and take a deep breath. In a split second his body relaxes and he becomes an entirely different person as though every nerve and every cell had turned cold inside his body.

"Farewell."