Trash In The Apocalypse

Jun doesn't care what people think of him. He stopped caring a long time ago. After experiencing a lot of things, he learned that people will always see you how they want to see you. He knew that the girl was not human anymore and he won't explain or justify himself to anyone. He nudged the body a few more times making sure its really dead.

"S-sorry!.. I'm just not used to seeing things... like this..."

"Hey! We're actually the same! This is my first time bashing someone's head. Shocking right? I have some bad news for you though.", Jun said as he practiced swinging the bat left and right while looking at a certain direction. Jake followed where he was looking and his face soured. A woman was forcing her way out a car's window but due to the opening being to small, her waist got stuck and only half of her body get out. Her mouth was dripping with blood and her yellow eyes kept staring at them the whole time. Her belly's flesh started getting scr.a.p.ed and it caused dark blood to flow down the car's window. She growled every time she moved an inch. Maybe from the pain or the stimulation of having prey in front of her but not being able to do anything in return.

"I think you'll see a whole lot more of this in the future! So.. do you want to try?", Jun asked as he tried to hand the bat to Jake.

"No... not with my leg like this... maybe in the future. And... I really don't think that this is the right time for us to be casually talking in the middle of the street.", Jake said after he looked behind them. A group of infected was crawling out of an overturned jeepney. Only a few had intact bodies while most of them have broken arms and legs that's facing outwards.

Just then, a gunshot rang inside the bank. "Let's go inside. I hope it's safer there.", Jun said as he took a last look at the direction of the jeepney.

***

The inside of the bank was a mess, the chairs were scattered on the floor and the atmosphere is suffocating. There are approximately nine people inside the bank, two middle-aged woman who seemed to be depositing money, a teenage boy wearing a black hoodie, the male manager who have a bandage on his head, Pablo, and four female employees. Everyone inside the bank had a frightened expression, like they're waiting for something. Their attention was focused solely on a body on the floor that they didn't even turned their heads when the glass door was opened.

"What's the big deal here? Isn't it dead already?"

Everyone flinched visibly when they heard a loud voice. Everyone turned their heads and only managed to calm their beating hearts when they saw that it was the same young man from earlier. The young man walked confidently as he went near the body. He kicked one of the body's leg then said, "See? Its dead. What are you so scared of?", he surveyed the room then sarcasticly apologized.

"My bad. I guess it's normal for normal people to be scared of dead bodies.", he said while chuckling to himself. "You should see the situation outside and you'll probably piss your pants.", he then turned to Pablo saying, "On that note, do you mind locking the door? It would be a big problem if those things got inside."

Pablo was still pointing the gun in his direction but relaxed after a few seconds. His breathing became stable and the crease on his forehead disappeared. If it was earlier he would've ignored what the young man would say but it was different now. He felt something was different from the old lady when she charged at him. Like she was stronger and had this unique brilliance in her eyes.

He ran while taking some keys on his pockets. He only relaxed after shaking the glass door and seeing that it was securely locked. He was going back to Jun when he heard people talking at his back.

"Ha... Pitiful grandmother, she just bit someone then she got shot. What kind of system is this? Is this how guards protect people? They're killing people instead! This guys lucky! I didn't brought my phone with me, else, I would take his picture and post it to social media!"

"That's right! Where's the logic in this?! Is there even a law in this country! My son always bite my hand when he got pissed at me. Oh that poor grandma..."

Pablo's countenance paled after listening to those words. His head fell down as he stared at the floor, thinking if what he really did was the right thing.

When he was applying first aid and heard a loud shout from the bank, he hurriedly came running inside. When he got inside, he saw the the grandma chewing on an employee's arm. He repeatedly told the old lady to stop but she didn't seem to understand what he was saying as she continued on chewing. The only good thing about this was there were barely any teeth on the grandmother's mouth. Even though there were a few left, it just caused some scratches which can be treated with some first aid. They succeeded to separate the two when the male manager decided to help the guard by pulling the grandma from the back. When the manager released the grandma it ran towards Pablo and so he fired. The shot went through the heart and the manager behind the grandma was so scared he froze like a cat that got his tail stepped on.

As despair and guilt was eating his conscience, a chiding voice echoed in the room which managed to pull him back from his current state of mind.

"Idiots. Didn't even know that they just got saved."