Akira Miike, part IV.

Akira finds himself in an office. he sits in front of Professor Hector Fuentes. he is some doctor with credentials in few different fields. he is specially a good psychiatrist. someone knocks on the door twice. Hector coughs. 

"Please come in. your boss misses you." said Hector with a smirk.

Samuel Miller opens the door carefully. he then steps in. he has some wounds. he has some bandages around his arms and left leg. he drags his left leg as he walks. he stands behind Professor Fuentes. he has a serious look on his face.

"Good to see you, old friend." said Akira with a dreadful expression. 

"Yes sir. it's good to see you kicking and punching like the old times. sadly, things had gone too far as of now. let's have some coffee someday." said Samuel looking down.

"I rescue the man. he is in fine shape now. but he needs some physical therapy. he was a mess when we found him. thankfully this place didn't fall. if we act properly, we can push ourselves towards a brighter future." said Hector in an emotionless tone.

"Thanks doctor. we need to find our way towards the landing." said Akira.

"Now I can't call myself a doctor if I am not realistic. now tell me, do you think it is worth it? is it important for us humans to survive? maybe our time has come." said Hector.

there is a second of silence. Akira isn't sure if Doctor Fuentes is being serious, or if he is just joking around. he then looks at Samuel. there is no movement from him. he seems to be looking away avoiding eye contact.

"Sorry. let me put it in a better way. what do you say if I mention that our circumstances are meant to be. this is progress. evolution. revolution. humanity is far from the ideal creation. we would become perfect once we accept the world the way it was meant to be." yields Doctor Hector Fuentes full of vigor as he jumps out of his chair.

"What do you mean by that doctor." said Akira confuse.

"I inspected the insides of one of those so-called Sins. it turns out to be human. those Sins are the human evolution. our future. the next step for our species. sooner or later the imperfect humans will die or evolve into a better version." said Hector trembling.

"That can't be possible." whispers Akira feeling dread.

"Now give it to me. a proper reason for why we should defy the heavens. I had never been a man of the cross. not until I saw the first gate. then I study the gates from one to nine. it was the most meaningful phase of my meaningless life. it was brutal." said Hector with teary eyes as he walks around the room throwing things around.

"We can fight it back. we can do it united." yields Akira.

Doctor Hector Fuentes gets silent for some moment. he then sits down. he sighs as he looks at the mess that has become his office. there is some pain and suffering on his eyes. he obviously doesn't want to die. he can't make sense of the world as it is now.

on a room on the opposite side of the building,

Mrs. Kamada is standing next to a window. tears come out of her eyes. she feels so much pain without knowing from where the pain in coming. there is a face that she misses.

"My son. I need to find my son. oh, no. my son is dead." said the old lady.

Mrs. Kamada comes out of the room. she walks around holding a plant. she finds Franco in front of her. she gives the plant back to him. Franco looks down. Franco knows what she is trying to do and moves aside. 

Mrs. Kamada keeps moving. she feels the need to return. her husband who promised the world to her left too soon. then her son who was a coward always trying to survive is just gone in the blink of an eye. there is no one left on her life. she feels the end.

as Mrs. Kamada walks around the corridors. she finds her way to the exit. she opens the door slowly as she keeps moving forward. she closes the door carefully. in her way out she looks at Kobe who was smoking outside.

"Are you sure about that ma'am." asks Kobe feeling concern.

"Oh, honey I had long lived more than I was meant to live. this is a new era of warriors. I am no warrior. I am no fighter. my absurd husband was a fighter. my pretty boy pretended to be one. but I am an old lady. I am not made for this new world. this isn't suicide. what I am about to do can be considered seppuku. before I lose more of my soul. I prefer to die by honor. honey, take care of that pretty girl. she likes you." said Mrs. Kamada with a peaceful smile.

Mrs. Kamada didn't turn around. she kept walking with slow careful steps. slowly by the embrace of the agitated night she vanished. she became a part of the soil.

Hector and Sayuri come out of the building. they look at Kobe who is crying silently as he covers his face with his left arm. he is asked about the old lady.

"She is gone. she is finally resting." that was all he had to say.

Sayuri looks around feeling conflicted. her mouth wide open. her pupils are wide and irritated as tears come out making a fountain. she is looking around trying to find the gentle lady. but there is no sign of her. she then feels weak as she falls on her knees. she looks up at the sky as something inside of her hurts. it feels like a knife stabbing her. 

Kobe helps Sayuri stand up. he takes her inside. he stands at her side. he makes sure that she gets some rest. he feels horrible. the love of his life suffers. and feels insignificant as he is unable to do anything to protect her heart.

Hector stands outside he looks at the dreadful atmosphere. he then gets inside as he blocks the front doors. Hector walks away feeling sorrowful.

aside from the group of survivors we had get to know. there are thirty-nine more survivors inside the laboratory. there is a small kitchen inside. there is a small resting area for doctors and scientists. it is a perfectly fine place to protect.

Hector keeps advancing until he gets back inside of his office. Franco is at the center sitting on a nice green sofa. he is holding an empty beer bottle. at a corner stands Akira cleaning his katana carefully. by the door stands Samuel showing no emotions. he lets Hector inside and right away closes the door. he doesn't move from his position.

"Let's have some friendly talk." said Franco with a melancholic smile.

Hector walks around as he gets closer to a mini bar at a corner. he serves himself a glass of cognac with a sorrowful smile. Franco raises his left hand like a small child. he is excited for a glass of cognac. Hector passes him the bottle.

"I have two strong people who can take you there. but I won't risk my people. there are weak and sick people in here incapable of fighting back." said Hector.

"I understand. just take care old friend. I don't want to lose a talented and strong doctor like you. I had lost too many friends." said Akira hiding his emotions.

"The world has gone mad. I may be a coward or other things. I had already told you about my opinion about what the Sins truly represent. but even so, after all that. I am what holds that people together. I am the shepherd who guides the blind lamb safely back to the farm. if I lose a single lamb, then I can't call myself a shepherd." said Hector looking away.

"Be what it has to be. we need to go. see you, old pal." said Akira feeling sad.

"We need to go now. we don't have much time before the next wave. if we don't leave this place in the last five minutes. we may not make it." said Franco with a serious face.

Franco walks out of there with Akira. they go searching for the other two. Samuel stays behind protecting the door silently. he wants to follow his boss. but he is grateful towards the man who saved his life. and there are inside kids and fragile people who need him.

"Go with them. our master needs of his loyal servant. you had done enough. don't overlook out inner strength. we have an arsenal inside to fight back against the Sins. you heard the man. you have less than five minutes." said Hector smiling nervously.

Samuel walks away. he tears apart his shirt. he leaves the red tie on. he puts on some black gloves as he combs his hair. he is ready to fight.

Akira Miike, Franco Castillo, Samuel Miller, Kobe Watanabe, and Sayuri Furukawa keep moving forward with a final goal on mind. survival.