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Fluixon sat on the edge of a stone, feet dangling near the ocean water. His hair had grown longer than he personally liked ever since arriving at Paradise, now being all over his forehead and on his eyes.
This was one of the many signs that he stopped caring about himself & his wellbeing. Even though back at his home, after the first attack of the undead, when he was just a small four year old boy, scared of the world and being mindful of every cut and scrape he got, it was nothing compared on how he was in the present.
He had arrived to Paradise with nothing and he was leaving with nothing. But then why did leaving hurt so much? Magic was probably dead by now, Stella dissapeared after supposedly seeing her sister and Thomas? He wasn't sure about him. Yeah, he overheard what he did to the bus, but them stopping at Paradise city didn't make his life worse, it made it even better. Fluixon let out a weak chuckle that turned into a small sob, making him immidiatley covering his mouth with his shaking hands.
As much as he acted like an asshole who doesn't care about anyone but himself, he had gotten attached to a group, a group that named themselves after the place where their base was. His family was called the hostel. A small tear fell onto his lap, he looked around to see where it came from but turns out, it fell from his own eye. He was...crying. Fluixon, the man who didn't care about anyone except himself was crying.
The raven haired man quickly wiped his tears, sighing deeply before looking up at the sun, which was starting to come out. He looked at his surroundings and saw that he was completly alone, no zombies near him - which was odd in the first place - but he must have been so far away from the center of Paradise that they didn't reach him. "I want to leave..." Fluixon starts mumbling to himself, looking down at his hands. "But why does it still feel so wrong?" He asked to the sky, but no one answered. He shook his head and chuckled once again. "Whatever, I don't care anymore." the man continued, crafting a boat and placing it on the water.
When he got in the boat, he began his journey to wherever fate brought him, just away from Paradise City. But it seems like it had other plans because not even 10 meters in the ocean, he crashed into an invisible wall. "What the hell?" Fluixon spoke, on hand going to touch the invisible superfice. "I-Is this some kind of joke? How am I supposed to leave now?" He shouted once again at the air, getting up from his boat and accidentally falling on the water. "You've got to be kidding me..." He gasped, swiming back to the land, breathing heavly as he laid on the burning sand.
He punched the sand and then went back to laying on the ground. "So i'm stuck here, huh...? Of course I am..." He mumbled, covering his face with his hands before sighing again. Fluixon stayed on the ground, just staring at the sky for about 30 minutes before he fell asleep, something he hadn't done in a few weeks.
"Flux?" A voice from far away spoke, barely audible. "Flux!" the voice continued, getting a bit closer. Footseps could be heard, getting nearer and closer.
Something shook his shouldlers, then hands went up to his cheeks, tapping them gently.
Fluixon opened his eyes, blinking slowly.
A pair of glasses, white hair and two moles under his left eye.
"Saps...?" Fluixon mumbled, eyes widening.