All Chapters of On the Origin of Humanity: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

 As soon as Peter said that I rose from where I was lying down and followed him. Of course, I was delighted to know that Ricky was already awake. And when we got there, I saw both Justine and Gigi standing surrounding Ricky. I walked beside them and examined Ricky who was sitting uncomfortably on the bunker bed. “How are you feeling?” Justine asked. Ricky did not say anything at first and he just roamed his eyes around us until it stopped to Gigi. And that’s when several questions came to my mind. I honestly don’t know what their relations are. Although I tried asking Gigi about that the last time, and she just gave me a vague answer. So, I figured out they don’t want to talk about that. “I’m doing good. How long have I been sleeping?” Ricky suddenly asked. The three of us surrounded him as Justine continued talking to him. “You&rsquo

 I don't need to be reminded twice. My fears were soothed by Justine's presence, and I sprang to my feet to fetch my baseball bat. Justine after me, double-checking everything I'd previously inspected. Of course, it frustrates and bothers me, but I kept my mouth silent because he had just saved my life from that life-death situation. "What exactly are you searching for?" he enquired as he shifted his rifle gun. "Perhaps I can assist you to make it faster." I cleared my throat. “Anything that could fit us.” Finally, I made my way to the clothing section. Unzipping my rucksack, I began stuffing all the tops that caught my attention. There are sandos, shorts, and several other types of apparel. I grabbed anything that seemed like it might suit me, as well as clothes for my four other buddies. I ended up with around twenty shirts and bottoms in all. I also snatched some undergarments. There are rough

 I went into the bathroom first thing in the morning, along with a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, a cotton swab, and a new bandage and gauze. I spotted the wound on my lower leg after stripping away the previous bandage. When I went scavenging, I almost forgot I had this. When I looked down at my wound, I noticed it was a reddish-brown hue and gently swelled up whenever I touched it. The injury was mending, but I don't want to risk it becoming infected. So, I gently cleaned it, dried it, and applied a new bandage on it. Then I changed for the day in the new clothes that Gigi had picked out for me beforehand, and I felt terrific. My clothing wasn't grubby, ripped, or drenched in blood for the first time in months. I feel like a whole different person when I wear them. It was weird to imagine that something as fundamental as new clothing might brighten one's happiness, yet they do. Peter, Justine, Ricky, and Gigi were all seated at

  I sniffed as I shoved the final cracker into my mouth. Everyone had completed their meals peacefully, and Gigi offered to clean all the dishes. She returned with a light match and lit seven candles in the main room. It was almost dark outside, and the candlelight cast a warming, comfortable warmth that was just strong enough to have seen by.   "I'm going to look for a book to read. Isn't there a bookcase in the library section?" I inquired.   Peter gave a nod. "Yeah, together with a billiard table," he continued, his gaze fixed on Justine. "Would you like to see how well we perform in the dark? I'm sure I can still pound your a$$e$."   "Dumbass, don't put too much faith in yourself. Ricky muttered. "You're such a dickhead, you know."   Peter sighed and rolled his eyes. "Prick. I'm only stating the obvious."   Ricky laughed, but Justine merely smiled. "I don't belie

"Wait, what was that?" I said softly as I saw Justine return from the kitchen. He reappeared with a spare flashlight, six additional batteries, two packs of matches, as well as the man's handgun. There was also a box of ammunition and cartridges in a desktop computer close to the entrance, which Justine placed into the backpack with the rest of his belongings. Then he nodded and gave me a small indigo box filled with something that I assumed was handwritten lettering.We saw a lot of unusual stuff written on it as he sat down behind me. I groaned as I scrutinized the paper attentively, recognizing it was similar to a journal.   Day 15, 2022 of AugustEveryone was sick and infected. My wife was bitten but she hasn’t still turned into a rotten. The entire New York City was congested, and everyone diminished. I could not see any people anymore other than from the rotten. I raided Trader Joe’s and Walter