RAY /// BL

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The streets were deserted, and the air was filled with the smell of ash. Ray walks with calm steps, his weapon in his hand, his gaze fixed straight ahead. Every step is calculated, without fear, without tension. He is not afraid of death, because he has lived with it more than any other living being.

As he was crossing one of the alleys, he heard a quick movement behind him. He did not turn around immediately, he just calmly raised his weapon. He kept swooping down on him from above, a force that pushed him backwards — But Ray didn't scream, he wasn't surprised, he just turned around quickly and pinned his opponent to the ground within two seconds.

The knife was in his hand, its edge against the attacker's neck. The sound of strange breathing, not quite human.

— "A stupid move." He said it in a completely rigid tone, as if he were reprimanding a soldier, not a zombie.

The attacker raised his eyes towards him — his eyes were white without pupils, his skin was pale, his breathing was rapid, but he was fully conscious.

— "I thought you were one of them..." the attacker said in a hoarse, cold voice.

— "And what are you?" Ray replied coldly, without raising his voice, showing no signs of tension.

— "I'm..." Ren hesitated for a moment, then continued: "A zombie. But I'm not like them."

Ray did not move, he did not change his expression, he just looked at him for a long time, silently, as if he were reading a boring line from a military report. After a moment, he took the knife off his neck and stood up.

— "If you try to attack me again, I will cut off your head."

He said it with complete indifference, and walked away as if nothing had happened.

Ren remained on the ground, looking at him with a faint smile, a mixture of fear and curiosity. That man... showed no reaction. It is as if he sees no difference between a human being and a monster.