Rewriting the Apocalypse

11_ Something is wrong

I placed all the knives I had found on the floor. It didn't matter how long or big they were, since Yang Yifei could turn them into lethal weapons capable of making a big hole in someone's body.

Unfortunately, his kind of power doesn't allow him to use things like pens or forks. Even though they could be weapons, they aren't. It only works for objects created with the sole purpose of cutting or killing.

I found some knives in the kitchen, including those used for eating. They could also work as weapons, right?

"Those knives won't work." I heard a groan behind me and turned around to see Yang Yifei sitting up.

"But I saw some people with your power using this type of knife." I said, referring to people with his same ability.

"...everyone is different from each other," he explained, still not looking away from me. "Who are you, kid?"

I stood up and sat beside him. I shall play the part of a kid for a while. "I'm your benefactor, old man." I smiled cutely and leaned closer to him. After looking at his face for an hour, I was finally able to stop my heart from beating so fast. I was starting to think this man had another kind of power where he could make someone's heart explode from the inside.

"You're good with the gun." he said, referring to the time I was shooting at some enemies and zombies.

"I learned it from a policeman I met on my way."

"Did he also teach you how to extract bullets from someone else's body?" I knew he was saying all that because, to him, I was still a suspicious person.

"No... I learned that from a rich man." I replied truthfully. It could sound absurd, but I don't like lying. I died in my past life; doing things like lying doesn't gain me anything... And I easily forget what I say. If I confuse things and forget what lie I said, I would be in trouble.

Zhou Feng taught me how to do that in case I was in a critical situation like this. When Liu Huan saw us, she scolded us, saying that using a finger to extract a bullet was really wrong and people could die from that mistake if the bullet was near the organs. Zhou Feng replied with a: "What's wrong with it?" The kind-hearted doctor made an unbelievable expression and said to me: "Little master, don't follow what this man says. I suspect he has some kind of disease in his head. Wu Dong told me he once threw a man out of a window."

Wu Dong was right beside us that time and, hearing what the doctor said, he laughed loudly: "I survived! Luckily we were just on the first floor, if not I wouldn't have gotten away with just three broken ribs and a fractured leg bone." From that time on, Liu Huan also participated in teaching how to extract a bullet from various places in the body.

Yang Yifei stayed silent for a moment, as if he wasn't processing my replies, and pointed at my gun. "That weapon..." I grabbed my small gun and gave it to him. Doing what this man wants is the best thing to do. If I want this man's trust, then I should show him that I will do whatever he wants.

"It's purposely made for me, since I can't control my power." I said, not specifying anything yet.

"Why did you help me?" He gave back the weapon, no longer interested.

"Because I need you alive." I had told his subordinates that I was searching for him and that I was sent by the White Fangs, so why not continue that story?

I want to surprise him that it's me who called him back then.

"I'm actually a messenger from the White Fang."

Yang Yifei's face didn't change; instead, he waited for me to continue.

"I was brought to your base when I told them I was searching for you, but you weren't there. They didn't believe me and placed me in a cage... but then a group attacked your base, and I took the chance to escape..."