Chapter 4

"I don't remember my name, so I'll have to find one for myself. Not that it matters much to me anyway. Now, first thing in order, is to get you cleaned. And kinda patch you up. Because boy you stink! And it's disturbing to keep seeing your organs."

With that said, he put his weapon into his bag and then tentatively reached out his hand towards the zombie. It didn't move or react negatively. Thus he gently took Alphonse's hand, being careful not to hurt himself with the zombie's nails. He experimentally tugged to see if he followed and was delighted to find that he did. So one small dunderhead happily tugged along a tall zombie across the amusement park.

"It seemed like I saw a bathroom earlier. I hope it still has running water. What do you think Alphonse?" He asked as he gently swung their intertwined hands.

Alphonse just let out a meaningless moan.

He sweatdropped as he said, "You sure are not a great conversationalist huh."

Along the way he found a chair that he took along. Alphonse's joints were not really functional, so he would need the chair to make him sit down to change and wash him. After all, the other was way taller than him.

He quickly found the bathroom and tugged the unresisting Alphonse inside. As soon as he set foot inside, he was assaulted by the horrible smell. The bathroom stank and was randomly splashed with blood.

"Ugh, let's do this quickly. This bathroom is a nightmare."

He put his words into action and quickly tugged the zombie to the sink. He put his bag in a relatively clean space, then started stripping Alphonse, starting by his shirt. He paused in thought for a few seconds before using his nails to tear it off. Taking it off the normal way would taken too much effort and the shirt was pretty much ruined anyway.

Tsuki: “Those nails are pretty handy!”

He paused a little when he completely saw Alphonse's chest. He stared dumbly for a few seconds as he thought, 'a zombie with abs'. He sweatdropped.

"What, in the creator's name, were you before becoming a zombie? You are ridiculously ripped!" He muttered to himself.

He made Alphonse sit down in order to remove his dirty trousers. That act demanded some careful manoeuvring. He then took the black cloth from before and brought it to the sink.

"Eureka! Clean water!" He cried out as he opened the tap.

He wet the cloth and started wiping his zombie companion down.

"You better be grateful to have me tend to you. I'll do the best I can with your hair." He told the silent Alphonse.

He had to rinse the cloth many times in order to get him clean. For his hair, he dragged the chair to the sink and used a small bucket he found near a stall to pour water onto Alphonse's head. He ran his hand through his hair while continuing to pour water. He did this until the water came out clean.

He took another clean cloth from his bag to dry the other zombie down, then rummaged through it to get some clean clothes. He chose a black plain t-shirt and some baggy trousers. Those will be the easiest to put on Alphonse. He put the clothes on his bag for the moment and grabbed the first-aid box.

"Let's patch you up first....Do I need to disinfect the injury?..... The wound is quite big....Oh whatever!"

He sprayed the surrounding skin of the wound with antiseptic, then grabbed thick bandages to wrap him up. It took a few bandages to do the job. He really had to find a pharmacy and raid it.

"Now, clothes."

He took the clothes and put them on the unhelpful Alphonse with great difficulty. After an eternity, he finally got Alphonse into the clothes and stepped back to watch his hard work with a wide smile on his face.

"Good work me! Wow, look at you! You are quite the handsome guy! You must have had lots of admirers when you were human huh."

With clean clothes on and his wound hidden, Alphonse looked like a supermodel.....albeit the zombie version of one.

"Ah, I don't have any shoes for you. We'll try to find some along the way. What do you think Alphonse?" He asked as he turned the zombie around to face the cracked mirror.

Alphonse ignored his reflection and only stared at him. He rolled his eyes at the zombie then turned to grab his bag. Alphonse followed him slowly as he made his way out of the bathroom.

"........What the hell are we supposed to do now?" He muttered to himself as he glanced at Alphonse.

Yeah, there'll be no help from this side

"Guess we have to find shelter first. Night time is approaching and we don't know how safe it is. I also need to find some zombies in order to study them. And some humans too.... I'll have to observe them from very far way."

Now that he had some kind of plan, he grabbed Alphonse's hand and went to find the exit of the amusement park.