RE:BORN Zombie

'Really now, did I just get dumped somewhere by this idiot?' Victor said in his mind, as he turned to look behind, seeing the tall trees that covered the land just before the cliff. "Good thing I put the tag on him." His markings were at most just small black dots, but then again they could qualify as tags either way.

For the one who just threw him away in some far a way place where he hoped to never see Victor again, he was completely drenched in cold sweat visibly soaking his under white shirt. There was no mistaking it. The person he just saw didn't do much, but there was no mistaking the aura of danger that completely overpowered him. If it wasn't for his years of experience, he would have peed his pants uncontrollably, even now he had to use the toilet to relive himself. 'Seriously, where did such a monster come out of? And why exactly was it after me?' He thought to himself slowly, as he took a leak inside the toilet, while contemplating reliving his quietly rumbling stomach.

These thoughts didn't last though, as the man wasn't given the luxury of using the toilet to dump his waste, since the waste came gushing out of him that instant. While being carefree and contemplating whether or not he needed to use the toilet at that moment, the man felt a sudden touch on his shoulder, while the feeling he was about to die completely gripped his form like an over body chokehold from a big monster, constricting him in every way. Alas, this one was much aggressive and pure with intent than the one he felt when the strange man he transported away entered the little shop, he really felt like he was about to die the next second, and as much he couldn't control the free moving matter that resided in his rectum ready to be splurged out.

'What the fuck's with that dickhead!' Victor almost screamed in his mind before he instantly calmed. He was almost drenched in shit just then, causing him to teleport himself out of that soon to be mess when he left back to the living room of Larry's house. 'Seriously? There simply was nowhere else I could think of at that instant, not like I have other places outside the dungeons.. that have already closed.' He said to himself. There was no way he was heading back just yet either. It probably wouldn't affect him, but still, the last thing he would want to see is walls and door splattered in grown man shit, not to talk of the smell. He just would rather not have that image and smell burned to his head. He would come back for the man later.

Back in the shop, the man just hastily walked out of the shop without wasting any time. If the shop owner was to find out something that happened while he was the one who just came out of it, that would be disgraceful. Honestly, there was no way he didn't leave a trailing behind him with the stink, and that for sure gave him away the moment he passed through the shop's doors close to where the person running it was.

There was also a reason why Victor had to come this particular day, as according to Larry it was the day this grunt came here. For the reason as to why he visited this little back street shop, they had no idea, and it concerned them not. The good thing here was that Victor now had his tag on him, so he always be always to find him. As for the tagging part though, he was going to use it now, as he just appeared behind the man again, this time not touching him, instead he positioned himself a bit further away from him and then...

"Hey." Victor said in a monotonous voice that would normally be a little matter, but to his surprise the man still jumped in fear at his voice. What Victor didn't know was that his pressure was incredibly suffocating and frightening for the man. He didn't know how to control it well, or this guy was just very sensitive.

"Lo-look man, I don't know what you want, but I'm very sure I'm not the guy you are looking for." The man said, fear present in his voice and the way his body was shivering. Victor seeing this really didn't want to waste his time here anymore. For all he knew, the man could be gathering backup or whatever, and he wasn't really in the mood of killing.

"Tell me about the informant, fast. I don't want to ask twice." Victor said, not quite sure how he was supposed to go about the interrogation, if it was anything of the sort.

"What informant? I don't know an-" Before he finished, Victor interrupted.

"Larry clearly mentioned that you did, so know that you are dead if don't know anything." Victor told him deciding to go with the threat to his life.

'Fuck you Larry!!' The man screamed in his head while it became clear to him that there was no getting out of this.

It only took a few more minutes before the man finally gave in and told Victor where to go and when. According to him, he had a meeting with this person, and now Victor was going to be the one to go meet this person in his place. As for why the man didn't use his ability to get out of there, Victor didn't know, and he didn't want to know. He got what he needed, and then there wasn't another reason to stay there, so he left.

After Victor left, it took the man some minutes to realize that, as even after he felt the constant pressure ease up on him he didn't dare move or turn around to check if Victor had really gone. At the end of the whole ordeal, he was simply glad that he was able to keep his life at the end of it all, and the monster simply left.

'Sorry Ann... You'll have to take it from here.' The man cried in his mind as he thought about it deeper. HE should have just kept his mouth shot from the start and not blab about something like this to an outsider to begin with. "Too bad I'm stuck with this trash ability." He said before moving on.