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Turns out Dazai will never be free.
Once the sheep figured out he had been outside without a mask to ‘protect’ himself they locked him in the nearest ‘closet’ despite their leader's protest. The familiar pristine smooth walls of Mori Corp’s subject chambers greeted him like a friend as the door hissed and sealed shut. Despite his best efforts panic rose in Dazai's chest, he spun around to face the windowless door breathing heavily yet at the same time wishing for more oxygen to fill his lungs. But before he could get anything out of his starving lungs angry voices flowed through the door. “How could you put us in danger like this?! You are our leader! Your job is to keep us safe, not bring infection into the base! Yuan, Shirase..” the voice grew too quiet to be heard through the thick door. Dazai’s panic had faded away as he listened to the fight, the emptiness he felt living under Mori returned. With a clearer mind and sharp eyes, he was able to study the room closer, the sheep used it as storage but they couldn't remove the bed and desk that came with the room, lucky him. He moved the boxes on the bed which he just noticed was stripped completely bare leaving just only the cold hard metal for Dazai to lay on. He curled his knees to his chest and let himself fall asleep.
Chuuya was fuming. The older members of the sheep ran off to talk about Dazai and he doesn't doubt that they were talking about him as well. He sat outside of the impromptu cell Dazai was held in resisting the urge to make things worse by letting him out. Truthfully Chuuya didn't know why he had brought the guy back to the base. When he saw him maskless and surrounded by trappers and completely fine he was enthralled, Chuuya had never seen someone so happy to be living in the apocalypse yet there Dazai was peacefully strolling through hordes of infected feasting on the deadly fruit that grew on the bushes covering the city. Chuuya could understand how the rest of the group was wary of Dazai, the infected had been acting weird lately it wouldn't be a surprise if there were infected people who were seemingly fine for days only to turn into a horrid monsters but, there was something in his gut that told him that Dazai was not infected and would never be despite however long he spent outside.
The sound of echoed footsteps freed Chuuya from his thoughts, the group that left to talk about him and Dazai stood tall in front of him holding a backpack and his mask. “You're leaving,” Shirase growled. “And you're taking him with you,” he continued.
Chuuya's anger was back in full force. “Why the hell am I leaving!? You and Yuan are just as guilty as me! Yuan, you talked to him!” Yuan looked away, an embarrassed blush dusting her cheeks.
“It's a unanimous decision you and Dazai are leaving tonight,” Shirase stood firm, impervious to Chuuya's rising anger.
Chuuya snarled snatching the bag and mask from his former friend's grip and spinning around to face the control panel to Dazai’s ‘cell’ taking note of how the Sheep backed away as he moved to open the door it hissed as the mechanical seal released Dazai’s head shot up from where it was resting on his knees panic flashing through his eyes for only a moment before they went back to the empty black holes that they were since entering the base . “Get up we’re leaving”
Dazai grumbled some unintelligible words slurred by sleep before he settled on a response. “Already?”
The pair moved quickly through the Sheep's base reaching the front door in record time. “Why is no one else coming?” Dazai asked him, looking back at the crowd behind them as Chuuya put his mask on.
“Because they’re not. Now shut up before I shut you up,” Chuuya and Dazai stepped out into the infected world, one brimming with anger and the other full of excitement.