The northern part of Dortmund had become a slaughterhouse.Everyday could zombies be seen roaming through the streets slaughtering other hordes of zombies.
Those zombies swept through North Dortmund, growing larger and stronger with every day that pa.s.sed.
It was the second week after Doomsday...
There was a man standing on top of a building. He was smoking a cigarette, the smoke hiding his face.
The day was grey and cold with the clouds covering the sky.
The man"s gaze swept through the area.
Groups of zombies could be seen, entering houses in a well coordinated fashion.
It looked like a huge purge was going on.
Most of them wore military clothes, one would mistake them for regular soldiers if not for the lack of weapons and their red eyes.
The smoke was blown away by the wind, revealing the face of the man.
His skin was brown and he had a short black beard, his black hair cut short.
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The unusual thing about him were his pair of piercing red eyes.
He turned his head towards a particular direction...
"Oh? Survivors..." Whispered the man before jumping down from the building.
The man didn"t fall down and die like it should normally happen, he floated slowly down instead.
His military trench coat fluttering in the air...
Not far from the man...
"KEVIN RUN FASTER!" Shouted a middle aged man in distress.
Three people were being hunted down by five abnormal zombies.
At least from their point of view.
The last person person cursed out loud, "For f*cks sake, the north is even worse!"
The girl between them glared angrily back at him, "Run faster if you have enough time to curse!"
The group crossed the streets, entering a park. The five zombies wearing military clothes behind them had almost catched up to Kevin when they suddenly froze, not daring to enter the park.
The three noticed it and slowed down.
"Why have they stopped?" Asked Kevin confused.
"I have no idea." Answered the girl.
The middle aged man frowned deeply.
The three of them saw the 5 zombies shaking.
"Are they shaking in....fear?" Asked the middle aged man himself in confusion.
The five zombies looked past them, revealing fearful expressions.
They turned around, following the direction in which the zombies were fearfully staring.
Their eyes widened in shock, there was a man sitting on a park bench in the middle of the park.
The man was apparently smoking, they could only see his back but the way he sat there and smoked...he was way too relaxed.
"What on earth..." Spoke Kevin.
The five zombies turning around, fleeing as fast possible.
The three of them were too confused, those zombies were scary, it was their first time coming across that kind of zombies.
They were too different, they were stronger and faster than the zombies they met before.
But the most scary part was how smart they acted and the fact that they didn"t howl like the other zombies do when they discovered their little group.
And now those scary things fled in panic because they saw that man sitting on the park bench?
The three of them found it hard to belief...
They looked at each other not knowing what to do.
It was then that the man sitting on the park bench turned around, they retreated a few steps back when they saw his eyes....they were red, just like the zombies.
The man smiled brightly, "Hi."
The trio stared blankly at the man.
Benji observed them, he found the way they looked at him amusing and he continued to enjoy his cigarette.
The middle aged man was the first to recover, he scratched his head in confusion.
"h.e.l.lo..."
Benji nodded, "You three are lucky to survive, those zombies are no joke."
Kevin shook his head, "Why did they flee? It doesn"t make any sense, zombies don"t flee!"
The girl nodded, it was common sense, zombies would never give up once they found a prey.
Benji"s smile grew bigger, "That"s simple, they are smart and know what to do when they meet a superior predator."
The girl and Kevin paled when they heard Benji"s words, they began to retreat further.
Kevin saw that the middle aged man didn"t follow them, he stood there staring at Benji in confusion.
"Roland?" Called Kevin him out.
Benji had also noticed how the middle aged man was looking at him. There was confusion inside the man"s eyes.
The man suddenly pointed his finger at Benji in excitement.
"You! I know you! You are Benjamin Krone!" Shouted the middle aged man, the way he acted was strange, he was way too happy.
Benji almost let his cigarette slip, he stared at the man in wonder.
"How do you know my name? I"m pretty sure that we have never met before." Asked Benji.
Kevin and the girl had the same thought at the moment, "Who is Benjamin Krone?"
The middle aged man smiled like a little kid, "You look older now but I would never forget you! You played for Borussia Dortmund, you were an once in a hundred year talent before you suddenly disappeared."
Benji"s eyes widened in realization.
It was true, Benji played for the most prestigious football club in Dortmund, the Borussia Dortmund.
That was in his youth when he was 16 years old.
"Wow, I didn"t expect that...." Thought Benji, not sure how to react.
The man walked to him, alarming Kevin and the girl.
He stretched out his hand, "It"s a pleasure to meet you, I"m Roland Berger."
Benji smiled and shook his hand, "Nice to meet you Roland, you can call me Benji."
Roland"s smile became radiant when he heard that he was allowed to call him Benji.
"Urgh too bright..." Thought Benji for a second.
"I can"t believe that I would meet you in my lifetime, ah where a my manners, those two there are Kevin and Jenny." Spoke Roland a bit too enthusiastic.
Kevin and Jenny were still processing what was happening that they didn"t hear what Roland said.
Roland snapped, "What"s wrong with you two!? Come here and greet Benji! It"s an honor!"
Both of them flinched and they came forward.
"Hi, I"m Kevin..."
"I"m Jenny, pleasure to meet you..."
"Oh boy..." Benji could already feel a headache coming by just looking at the way Roland acted.
He shook their hands, "It"s also my pleasure, you can call me Benji."
Roland couldn"t stay still, "You were so awesome back then! I mean the way you controlled the ball despite being so fast made my heart beat faster every time I saw you on the ball! I have always been a huge Borussia Dortmund fan look I still wear our clubs scarf even now." Said Roland while pointing at the scarf hanging around his neck. It was a normal scarf with the traditional colors of the Borussia Dortmund, yellow-black stripes.
Benji nodded slowly.
Roland kept talking about how good Benji was in his youth. Black lines started to appear on the faces of Benji, Kevin and Jenny.
"So what are you doing here in the north?" Asked Roland after finishing his blabbering, not noticing the strange expressions of them.
"I"m hunting."
"Hunting?" The three asked at the same time.
Benji nodded, flipping his cigarette away.
"Anyway I need to go now, it was a pleasure to meet you three." Benji stood up from the park bench.
The three of them looked troubled when they heard that he wanted to leave them alone.
"Wait, Benji..." Spoke Roland.
Benji turned around, "Yes?"
"Can we...can we join you? You see we have no place to stay...." Said Roland somewhat embarra.s.sed.
Benji stared at them for a moment, "Sure, you can stay at my place, how could I refuse a fan?."