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Waving a kind goodbye and hopping out of the car, Zro sighed as it sped off. 7 months and 13 days counting of traveling the world. He'd learned 9 languages and learned to cook 36 new foods. Picking through gnarled roots of a willow tree, Zro shifted his satchel so he could reach in and pull out a water bottle. A stream gurgled up ahead. He'd found that his senses were heightened on the road, much more than they had been back at home.
Home?
Goiky was over ten thousand miles away. As far as he cared, Zro's home was the road. It's not like anyone there had abandoned him, or anything. Zro uncapped his water bottle and filled it up at the stream. Mind wandering, he got flashbacks to Six's disappearance.
As everyone scrambled across the building, Six grabbed zro's hand—which did fluster him a bit— and pulled him into a closet.
"What are you doing? this isn't seven minutes in heaven, run damnit!" He had pushed vigorously on the closet door, trying to get out.
"Stop! Listen, some crazy shit is going to happen and you need to warn the world. Every corner should know about what will happen. My time is running out, and I can't explain it all. There are these objects... and four, x and two will be close to them and then someone else is going to kill a good relationship somehow? I don't know, just— We're all going to be gone soon and the most power you'll have will be strength in numbers. Be strong, zero. For me."
And then she was gone forever.
He screwed the cap back on his water bottle. Just remembering it made Zro shudder. Her words— would he ever know how genuine they were? How could Six wield so much knowledge, and who gave her this perilous prophecy? If only he had held onto her longer. If only Zro could have protected her. He felt so selfish knowing everyone was dead. Could they truly be all dead? If Six's prophecy was correct, then how could two have been part of this equation? Hosts at places Zro had crashed always told him he was very quiet. Truly, Zro was a talkative person. But when burdened with something so heavy as Six's dying words, how can anyone speak without tearing up?
When the time came and he had to leave, without fail, Zro always recited six's words and asked his listeners to spread what they had learned. When apocalypse arose, a group around the globe would know what to do. And only then would Zro's work have payed off.
Will it though? Would this horrible deity be defeated by a crowd of believers? And what if nothing happened, and families around the world were manipulated into existential dread? Be strong, zero. for me. Was that even something within his control?
Zro stopped dead in his tracks. I haven't taken my fucking meds.