You could see Yumiel leaving in the distance. Jack walked up to Andrew, watching Yumiel disappear far away.
« Thank you, Andrew, I'm going to have to go, the night is still far from over. And we still have way too many things to do. »
Andrew poured a glass of whisky for Jack, then served himself one, handing Jack a glass.
« This glass is to thank you for helping me in the graveyard. »
Andrew downed his in one go, Jack followed.
« You knew I was a monster in the graveyard. Why did you trust me? »
Andrew took Jack's glass and set both his and Jack's on the table, taking the map he had been looking at with Jack, holding it out for Jack to take.
« You know, if I judged someone by their appearance or what they are, I would've gone bankrupt a long time ago. »
Jack took the map, then walked toward the door leading to the stairs.
« Before you leave, let me ask you. If you knew I was a monster, how did you guess about Yumiel? »
Andrew looked Jack straight in the eyes, wondering if he was being taken for an idiot.
« Do you often see a young woman with almost perfectly white skin, and eyes shifting in color between red and grey? Add to that a confident attitude. »
« Well no, why? »
Andrew was speechless.
« I… alright. Take care, be careful, and think about calling Yumiel if you have a problem. »
Jack hurried out. He rushed down the stairs before slipping. Tumbling down the stairs, head first, ending up at the bottom. In a matter of seconds.
He stood up, noticing his arm was twisted, and put it back in place with the help of his other arm. A normal person would scream or grimace. But Jack, being a zombie, felt absolutely no pain.
He walked toward the second floor, went through the sewing workshop, then went back down to the first floor to go out and head toward the first warehouse near Yumiel's home.
Jack was going down the stairs, looking at his map, when he ran into a group of teenagers on the first floor, some armed with knives or guns. Behind them, in the street, motorcycles with headlights on illuminated the shop's entrance.
« Wait, I think I recognize you, weren't you the kids upstairs who ran off? What are you doing here? Did you forget something? And why do you have motorcycles? »
« HEY SHUT THE HELL UP OLD MAN! »
« I see, let me warn you, I'm not as nice as my friend. »
« Yeah you don't scare us dude, now that your friend is gone you're pissing yourself. »
« Ah, kids, I swear! There's barely seven of you and you think you make the law. »
« Give us everything or— »
Jack didn't let him finish, grabbing his SA-80 that was strapped around his waist. It took him only 1 second, maybe even less, to grab his weapon and shoot precisely into the head of the closest teenager, then gunning down the two others beside him. The remaining four, startled, struggled to react, running for cover. Jack managed to injure one, hitting him in the leg and stomach.
« So kids? First shootout? »
Panicking, the teenagers hid on each side of the shop, while Jack was inside. Their hearts were pounding like crazy, sweating buckets. The injured one crawled toward his motorcycle to escape, entering Jack's line of sight.
The three others heard only the gunshot from Jack's weapon, and their friend dying as he tried to climb onto the motorcycle.
« How nice of you, you brought me a vehicle. Even if I don't know how to drive, I'll just have to eat your brains. »
One of the remaining teenagers ran off into the street, dropping his weapon and sprinting as fast as he could without looking back.
« COME BACK YOU COWARD! »
There were now only two left, one positioned to the right and the other to the left of the shop. With a look and a nod, they disengaged from the wall, shooting at Jack inside the store.
Jack jumped, taking cover as best he could, getting hit in the arm and leg. Once the teens emptied their magazines, they celebrated their victory.
« WE GOT HIM!! We hit him several times in the arm and leg, he can't shoot or move anymore. To think we were scared of a guy like that. »
Jack stood back up and pushed past the limits of one of his injured legs, reaching the shop's exit in one second, killing the one on the right with a bullet to the head. Then drawing his Glock, aiming at the other's head.
« What the hell… »
The teenager couldn't finish his sentence before a bullet lodged between his eyes.
Jack sighed: « I think I understand why Yumiel sighs. »
Not wasting time, he gathered the bodies, eating their brains while replacing the injured or damaged parts of his body. Spitting out metal bullets he had eaten: « Pteuh! Disgusting, I should think about avoiding the head next time. »
Once finished, he took the keys to a motorcycle. Starting it, heading toward the warehouse. Jack rode fast through the dark streets; compared to previous nights and days, more and more people were coming out of their homes, looking for food, resources, or safety.
Jack noticed several people signaling for him to stop. Which he ignored, heading straight to the warehouse.
In front of the warehouse, Jack parked the motorcycle not far away with his backpack. Then walked toward the warehouse. Without Yumiel's senses, it was difficult to tell if there were people inside or not.
He entered with the utmost caution, inspecting every corner of this immense warehouse which, apparently, hadn't been heavily looted. He could see crates with raw materials such as treated wood, or metal sheets. But the tools were on the other side. Though he needed both.
Crossing the warehouse, a dull sound echoed: « thud ». Judging by the heavy noise, it had to be a huge crate or something else.
He grabbed his weapon, moving step by step toward the direction of the sound. If there was a threat, he preferred to eliminate it now. Jack expected anything — absolutely anything — a human, humans, a changer. But when he reached the source of the sound, he definitely wasn't expecting this.