Actually, I planned on rewriting the previous chapters. Well, now there's a new one instead. After such a long break, I'm sure that's a pleasant surprise either anyway.  

Have a nice day~! 

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After a few minutes of silence, Oliver tried to move his limbs again, despite prior complications. Only faintly his fingertips did as he wanted to, and he started to scan the ground, awakening his senses from the shock in the progress. Evermore, the blond managed to take control over his body and dragged himself into a sitting position. His head hung weakly and he leaned all his weight on his left arm that propped up on the cold ground.

He watched the single drops of blood that continuously found their way across his cheeks falling to the ground. Even though the pain wasn't that hurtful anymore, Oliver knew that would change once he touched his face again.

Only the thought of it let him shudder in horror and he gulped hard. Oliver tried desperately to recall what had happened just now. Never before had he met the mysterious person that saved his life, wherefore Oliver wondered why he did that. Fighting an infected person could almost be considered suicide and due to that, Oliver was afraid he might never have a chance to thank his savior. The blond wasn't sad about this, but his curiosity about why the stranger risked his life - even though Oliver was already hurt - would remain unsolved.

Oliver froze in place and gasped in shock. In his panic, he didn't pay attention if he really got infected. In fact, the black-haired boy licked off his blood, but that was only outside his wounds what wouldn't be dangerous. However, that didn't reassure the blond at all since there was still the possibility, saliva of the other one dropped in his wounds. Oliver felt his body tense up in fear, causing him to pant heavily. He tried to tell himself that he was overreacting and had to calm down, but he could hardly believe these words.

Instead of wallowing in worry even more, Oliver decided to return home before nightfall. It was only afternoon, but suddenly Oliver feared there were still some infected people that could bear the weak sun light. He stood up with shaky legs and set off home, using the time he had drowning in thoughts. In his head, the blond made up even worse scenarios of him turning into an infected monster. If he was really infected, there was no way out of that happening. Oliver has been fighting against this fate with all his might, but in the end, a surprising event changed it all. Oliver bit his lip in the hope of distracting himself, self-pity was the least he needed now. There was no other way than to accept the current circumstances. To the time he would turn into an infected person, he would lose his consciousness and couldn't reside in guilt anyway. With this mindset, he managed to calm down himself. His limbs shook less, and his mind was more cleared on his way back home.

Oliver frowned as he noticed already from afar a peculiar object at the door of his and Yohio's house. From the distance, he had difficulty to identify it properly, but slowly he recalled what it was. To confirm his assumptions, he ran towards the object and widened his eyes in surprise to actually see the parcels piled on top of each other – all undamaged.

The blond had been too scared to think about their life-saving catering, however, the anger towards himself now wasn't as intense as the surprise how the parcels got to his house. To the time had had been attacked, he wasn't too far away from his home, but he highly doubted the infected person brought them to this place.

Oliver bent his head confused and eyed the parcels suspiciously, only to find out that there was nothing to be worried about - they were exactly the ones he had collected. Even though it didn't make sense to him, he shook his head and reached for the handle of the cart. The feeling to break down out of confusion and pain haunted him a second time, but he tried to ignore it the best he could. He knew his confusion wouldn't go away any time soon, so he distracted himself with chores. Despite the horrendous situation, he had to deliver the parcels to the other survivors. They all depended on these, for which Oliver was more than relieved to not have lost them.

He didn't ring at the other ones' doorbells and didn't ask for a reward since he considered his looks to be rather terrifying. With all he could, the blond wanted to avoid bursts of panic. There was still a chance he survived the attack, but a scared human wouldn't listen to their own rationality. Furthermore, Oliver wanted to get inside his house as soon as possible, as the feeling of being watched left him in worry. He didn't dare to look around himself much but ran back way home once he finished delivering the parcels. Due to his fast pace, he felt his body tensing up from the sharp pain, particularly in his face, but Oliver continued with his doing anyway.

Oliver sighed relieved once his arrival back home reassured him with the feeling of safety. He answered the pain in his face with a frown and refrained himself from touching the wound. More pain was the least he needed, even if his curiosity for the condition of his wound was overwhelming. After storing the cart away, he made his way inside his house. Fortunately, Yohio wasn't back yet, which saved the blond some questions of the other one regarding his accident. Instead, Oliver tried to find answers to his own questions. The previous events felt more like a coincidence, but the blond was sure they had a connection. He wanted to find out what it was, however, before doing so, he had to care about his current health state first. He didn't want to awake too much attention after all. Oliver already assumed Yohio would be everything but glad to see the blond like this and the thought of the unavoidable conversation made Oliver frown irritated. He was glad to have survived, yet he had to cope with the following problems, even though he had barely accepted the current circumstances.

With a heavy sigh, Oliver closed the front door and leaned against the polished wood. He had to get rid of these thoughts and concentrate on the present. Fortunately, the pain on the left side of his face was only throbbing. Nevertheless, the swollen wound filled him with discomfort and reminded him to take his health seriously. Even if he perhaps wasn't affected, he most likely had to live from now on to only have one eye to see anymore. So far, his left eye was mostly covered with blood and the spots that weren't portrayed his surroundings in a blurry filter. Oliver knew he had to act fast to save as much as possible, though only the thought of touching his eye made him shudder in horror.

Oliver pushed himself off the door and headed unwillingly upstairs to his bathroom. Nearly every step of the stairs creaked due to Oliver's weight, a reassuring feeling of safety crawled up his spine. For a sudden moment, he forgot about his current situation and wallowed in the few good memories he had in the epidemic. However, this comforting feeling didn't last for long and the frightening memory of the infected person bending over him woke him out of his daydreaming. With a gasp, Oliver flinched as he recalled the sensation of the cold fingers of the black-haired boy back on his face. He already had a bad feeling his nights will be filled with horrendous flashbacks from now on.