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"Oh fuck..." the man grunts. Grabbing a nearby pole, which he very successfully crashed into, Beheaded rises to his feet, looking around in an instant. Next to him lay a battered Drifter and in front of them a portal sparkled. The Beheaded sighs irritably, not understanding exactly where they are again.. Digging his feet into the ground, he was about to rush back, but the miracle entrance immediately closed in his face. "How's that?"
Taking in the air, Beheaded holds on so as not to give himself slack, not to break down any nearby house or break down all possible doors in the area. He puffs, the fire on him flares up, turning into a vibrant pink color. We need to think about this more rationally. Turning around, Beheaded remembers his friend in misfortune and decides to put aside his indignation. After all, the boy wasn't immortal at all, unlike the man.
Running up to the Drifter, the Beheaded bends down to him, grabs him by the belt and sits him down on the ground.
"Sometimes it seems to me that you can fall apart even from a puff of wind." the man jokes. He takes a quick look around and discovers one of the fallen syringes, filled with medicine in advance. Picking it up, Beheaded passes it to the patient. "Here you go, this is yours."
Drifter accepts the help and hurriedly injects himself with medicine. Suddenly, he sighs with relief when the burning pain recedes. Wounds heal carelessly, and previously spilled blood dries up, cracking and crumbling. Soon the couple gets to their feet and the headless man shakes off the tension from his hands, looks around.
"So, any idea where we are? I hope it's not just another damn hole with a bunch of creatures." But whatever. Because the current landscape stretching out in front of them looked secretly peaceful. The day was a little cloudy, hinted at rain, but the rocky and green terrain inspired confidence. When the breeze blew, the calmness stabbed into the very depths of consciousness. The man lets go of his head a little when his raging flames have finally calmed down. The Beheaded crosses his arms over his chest and glances at the Drifter.
Drifter seemed speechless. His head shot almost into the sky. He took a step, then a second..
"Hey, is something wrong?"
"We're home." the Drifter whispers. His voice was the same as always: hoarse and uncertain, and it had escalated into a heavy cough. The guy turns to the headless man with surprised, but at the same time joyful eyes. "This is my home world."
"So... yeah... Really." Beheaded looks around again. "It's too peaceful here. Your stories sounded more, well, suggestive or something."
"We're just not in the place where the infected usually roam." Drifter replies. He steps forward to the stone slab, leans slightly towards it and runs his fingers over the carved text. "The main city is nearby. I will be able to buy medicine for myself, I will recover to the end. Well, if you're lucky... We'll look for something for you."
"Oh, I hope it's food. I won't give up meat."
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For the next ten minutes, the couple walked in thought. They were thinking about how the allies who remained on the other side of the worlds were doing. Beheaded one quietly thought to himself that the Drifter's homeworld turned out to be like this.. Peaceful. It doesn't look at all like the kind in which a global epidemic usually occurs.
The Beheaded walks ahead of his friend, looking around.
"This is something interesting!" Beheaded suddenly stops and bends down to the shrubbery. There were unusually shaped fruits hanging on thick branches. "Is it edible? It looks like a berry. I can't remember the last time I picked any berries." The Beheaded gets closer to the bush and plucks a few fruits.
Drifter grins at the Beheaded's actions and watches his actions with intense interest. The headless one suddenly notices the Drifter's gaze and looks around with stupid embarrassment.
"Man, don't look at me like that." He brings it to the fire on his head and hunches his shoulders, anticipating what the fruit might taste like. "I've lived in a dungeon all my life and fed on other people's guts, I'm hungry... DAMN IT-"
Beheaded suddenly clenches his fist, which a second ago held an unknown fetus. And as it turned out, it didn't taste very pleasant: either salty or bitter... The flame on the head flared up again, and then at the same moment subsides under the laughter of the Drifter.
“Yeah... You knew that, didn't you?" Beheaded throws the remaining fruits to the ground.
"I knew it." Drifter giggles, covering his mouth with his hand.
"Oh my God man.."