Slave: Zero Chapter 6: Chapter 6

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Few minutes later. Turning the corner, the park was in their view. As they were nearing, Eric could see some people scrambling with haste. People were shouting at their family members, but from where Eric was, the shouts translated into muffles. He assumed the same boys from before must've smashed their windows and took off. Because they were running out their houses with macheties. This sparked a thought into his mind, was his father actually right, was the government actually planning something. He thought. His thoughts were interrupted by the frightening roar of the blackend clouds. His spine shivered, sending in a second wave to his shoulders and to the back of his neck. "Is it really going to rain before noon." Eric said out loud. "Yes. We have been getting some really unexpected weather since Febuary." "I completely forgot how bad the weather is here." "The last time you came here, you were about 7 or 6." "I think I was 6." Suddenly Keji face gradually morphed into a smirk as they were walking. "Are you going mad." Eric said with a teasing look on his face. Keji laughed until he barely managed to get what he wanted to say out of his mouth. "Do you remember when," A brief pause of laughter. "When you ran outside not wearing no underwear no nothing and shaked your p p at those little girls." Keji erupted in laughter. Eric face was shallow and unwavering, but yet under that fasade he clenched his teeth as hard as he could. If Eric's skin was just as light as his mother's, his face would have been glowing bright red. He began walking with more haste away from Keji. He had no interest of hearing his further mocking and no interest in hearing more embarrassing stories about the past. Some moments later they walked into the park as the dead leaves floated throughout the air. The park size was massive, the air was filled with silence, the only sound to be heard was the high pitch notes of the whispering winds. Most of the park was littered with dead leaves, some in ponds, some on the ground, some on the benches and some scattered across a bridge. They all came from the tress with hanging brown leaves. As Eric passed by he grabbed one and crushed it into dust. In their long walk to the park, Keji has finally quiet down with some occasional chuckles. To shut him up for good Eric had to find something to talk about. "They made a bridge." "Oh, yes. It has some fish in it. The market sells some fishes that are alive, and the children buy them. Then come here to set them free in the river." As they were walking over the surprisingly clear water beneath them, Eric saw some colourful fish swimming up and down stream. "I have some fish food in my pocket." He pulled out a clear plastic bag of brownish substance that almost appeared to be crushed into powder. "Here." He said, giving it to Eric. Steering over the bridge, he careful shook the food out, as he watched multiple fishes swarmed, both big and small, eating. He watched as their little mouth open and close, repeatedly as the the bag emptied. "There is a garbage can up ahead, you can throw the bag in." "There is the field." Eric said enthusiastically. He began running to the field and quickly dumped the bag in the garbage bin on the the way off the bridge. But within 10 seconds of running, his body began to fail him. Just like a heavily used car slowing down in the middle of the road. His breathing was heavy as he tried to catch his breath. "ERIC." Keji shouted as he kicked the ball in the ear. He began running to receive it. But instead of receiving it he merely stopped the ball from hopping across the field. When he looked back Keji was already on the field, jogging towards him. How could a old man like him be so strong and energetic. He wondered. "Lets play a 1 on 1 and then do some free kicks." Eric nodded slowly, accepting the challenge. But at the back of his mind he knew their is a good chance he won't be able to win against him. "You start." Said Keji, as he backed up, giving