A weekend with the Alpha novel Chapter 129

Zera's stomach rumbled even though she was currently eating pasta and egg sauce. It had been a long night, and she had spent it on the run. Her memories were still scattered all over the place, and the only memory that was consistent was her need to escape.

She had heard the voice of Aaron while she was still at the ward, and panicked for a bit. She knew she had to get away. The last thing she wanted was to face him. She had a bad feeling just thinking about it and flight was the next best thing.

As the morning came, so did her hunger. Luckily, she met with the chef on his way out of the restaurant and she told him she needed food. The kind young man had compassion on her despite knowing she had run away from the hospital after noticing her Johnny gown.

He brought her the food at the restaurant's backyard and she thanked him for his help before sitting out to eat the food. However, the more she ate, the hungrier she became, and that didn't help her one bit.

She had almost finished eating when she heard footsteps from behind. She spun around and saw a man with blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a pale blue polo and jeans, approaching. He seemed to be in his late thirties and walked as if he owned the ground beneath his feet. There was a corny smile on the side of his face as he came and stood before her.

"It is not every day the mentally deranged find their way to the city side," he said in his hoarse voice, making her ear tingle, and not in a good way.

"Who gave you food?" He demanded, but she remained silent, gulping down the rest content in her mouth.

Her stomach still rumbled as if she ate nothing.

"When I ask a question, you answer. I own this property last time I check!" he snapped, and she jerked, not from fear but from the noise his loud voice made.

She placed her hands to her ears, and her eyes tightly shut.

"Oh, you're indirectly calling me a noise maker, you weirdo." he sneered and stepped towards her, grabbing her by the gown she had on.

She snapped and her hand shut up, grabbing the man by the throat and slamming him against the wall. The man struggle to set himself free, but she only tightened her grip around his neck even more.

"You talk too much," she growled at him, her eyes turning silver.

His heartbeat hammered away in his chest as his breathing reduced because of her grip. She wanted to reach in and rip it out, all the nerves in her body told her to. Her stomach growled as if he was the food she needed to eat and her mouth watered. Her hands rose and her fingers transformed into long sharp claws, and she almost dug them into his chest when she heard.

"No, don't!"

She released the man, and he crashed into the tarred ground, coughing and struggling to breathe.

She took to her heels and ran away from there. She didn't know who spoke, but she needed to get away from him. She didn't trust him and he felt like trouble.

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She stole a few clothes from the ropes dried outside and changed into them so that no one who saw her would think she ran away from the hospital. With that done, she ran as fast as she could from everything.

"Zera!" the voice called after another many hours of running through the woods.

She slowed down and fell on her face, then turned around but found no one.

"Who's there? Who are you?" she asked, terrified as to what was happening. The voice sounded Familia but she couldn't wrap her head around it.

"Zera, I am a friend!"

"Where are you?"

"Far away, but I know you need me."

"Can I help you with at least one?" she asked from behind and she must have scared him because he gasped and dropped both the bag and the box in his hands.

Her fast reflex kicked in and she grabbed the bag and box before they could hit the floor.

"Zera!" he called out in a voice overshadowed with panic.

"Daniel!" she smiled a little.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to look for you." She answered, "I am so sorry I scared you. I just wanted to help."

"Why are you here?"

"Because I don't know where to go and because I trust you. My mind is foggy and a lot of things aren't making much sense, but I just knew I could trust you. I have a brief memory of things, but I have a few of yours and with everything I remember, I can trust you."

He stayed silent, staring at her as if she had developed three horns. "Are you okay?"

She shook her head, "No, I'm not. Can we go in now? These aren't very heavy, but I'd like to sit down."

He eyes the bag and box now in her hand before returning his focus to her.

"Yes, sure we can."