Trash in the Apocalypse

Carlos face changed from vexation to warmth and pleadingly said, "We need to talk."

"We don't. Please don't come here anymore." Sheila replied. There's a trace of guilt and hatred in her eyes as she opened the door, showing Carlos his way out.

Jun and Adrian kept quiet the whole time. They just sat back and watched everything nonchalantly.

Carlos was going to vent out some of his frustration to them when he noticed Jun holding a bloodied baseball bat. He got intimidated and tried to make his presence as small as possible. He didn't even dare to take a single glance in Jun's direction.

When he was passing by Sheila, he clicked his tongue and closed the gate with a bang. He left the clinic's premise cursing Sheila on his mind. A smile crept on his face, and the annoying feeling inside him alleviated a little when he thought that something terrible would happen to her.

Sheila had a puzzled look on her face as Carlos finally left the clinic. Even though she was acting cold towards him, she actually has feelings for him. She felt moved after seeing Carlos' sincerity in the past two months.

That's why she purposely acted cold and did not reciprocate Carlos' feelings. She still loves her ex and doesn't want to hurt Carlos.

What happened earlier in the storage room was due to her carelessness. She was unable to control her feelings, which finally gushed out, like a dam with its gates fully opened.

The corners of her eyes have already turned red, but she still tried her best to compose herself as she approached Jun and Adrian.

"H-hello guys... Sorry about that. Please don't mind it. By the way, I'm Sheila. My father should be arriving in a few minutes. In the meantime, is there anything that I can help you with?" Sheila asked the question professionally as if everything she said was something already ingrained in her memory.

When she finished talking and finally saw the blood-stained baseball bat that Jun was holding, she became frightened. She can't help but think that something terrible will happen to her, she might get abducted, taken advantage of or worse killed.

Expectations were different from reality, though. Jun didn't even glance at her.

Instead, he was murmuring something while holding a bulging green eco-bag on top of his hands.

A small black hole appeared in front of Jun's hand. He slowly put the bag he was holding inside the black hole. When he pulled his hand back, the bag isn't there anymore.

As if he was enjoying the feeling of his hand being inside that hole, he inserted his hand inside the black hole once more.

This time, the bag reappeared on his hand, but it was flat and appeared to be empty.

Adrian and Sheila both felt shocked. The two 'normal' people who haven't reached level one, which seemed to be the minimum requirement to gain access to the menu screen, were both looking at Jun in astonishment.

Their astonished expressions gave Jun a satisfying feeling.

He stood up and said to Adrian, "I think it's time. Go and guard the door. If that guy comes back here, kill him. And explain what's happening to her. I'll search around and grab everything that I can. Just shout if there's a problem."

Adrian was surprised at the order that Jun gave.

He was not sure if what he heard was correct, not because Jun asked him to kill someone but because Jun asked to help someone.

Adrian thought that in order to survive, he would need to follow this cruel man, and so he already prepared himself for the things that he would have had to do—but helping someone? It didn't come across his mind that his boss still had a humane side to himself.

The way he looked at Jun softened, and following this boss seemed more acceptable.

"Okay. But I don't have any weapon. The only thing I brought with me was this lock pick." Adrian raised his left hand, holding the lock pick.

"That's okay, just use this one. Be sure to go for the neck or the chest. One stab should do the trick." Jun replied as he took a military-grade knife hidden on his back.

After handing the knife to Adrian, he then proceeded to loot the pharmacy. He took every single bottle of medicine, syringe, and miscellaneous things like cotton, bandages, and alcohol. He deposited everything into his dimensional storage.

He finally felt how useful the dimensional storage could be. He looted the entire clinic, but he didn't have to carry anything.

When he opened his dimensional storage, he saw that it didn't even reach half-full. Most of the items were stacked, sorted by names.

When he felt that there was nothing else that he could loot, he chose to go out and meet with the people outside.

Jun noticed a person lying face down on the floor. Blood was spilling from his neck, which covered the tiles, further staining his clothes.

Adrian was clutching the wall in a corner, vomiting his guts out.

Sheila, on the other hand, was sitting on the sofa, staring lifelessly on thin air.

As Jun approached Carlos' body, he can't help but notice the varying sizes of bite marks and the chunks of missing flesh.

He then squatted down and leveled his eyes with Sheila. While staring at her soulless eyes, he indifferently said, "I think Adrian already explained some things to you, so I'll just tell you a summary of what I know. The world change into something terrible or good, depending on how you see it. People become infected when they got bit, and getting bitten, from my limited knowledge, is bad. Very bad."

"You now have two options. Either you choose to follow me willingly, or I will force you to do so. Of course, I won't take advantage of you. In return, I will make sure that you're always safe. And just to make things clear, I don't need your body. What I need from you is your expertise. So, what do you think?"