The more she talked the more it made sense However, she could only answer a few questions. Questions like how we were reconstructed, she couldn't answer. And also her attitude caused me to think deeply. She was apparently convinced that killing people would set them free. Also, she was confident that I would assist her in this cause.

As we woke up that morning, the residents accompanied us to the gates. They've also equipped us pitifully. You couldn't possibly imagine what a great relief it was to be able to change my clothes. A Backpack A homemade machete A black leather jacket Jeans and some dog food. We look just like punks Which suited Eve pretty well. After all, it fits her personality perfectly.

We silently entered the woods. We started off aimlessly. Just straight on. You could argue it was foolish, but look what I've achieved already. I couldn't survive a second out here. But Eve was made for this environment. She was not only very skilled with the sword. She used all her senses to spot and neutralize an enemy. I thought she'd have fun killing a few zombies along the way. But apparently this only applies to living people. Suddenly we discovered a little blond kid on the ground. The child looked around emotionless. His eyes were empty, as if he had lost all hope. [Little boy, are you okay?] Jens Mueller He raised his head and examined my face with high accuracy. [Maybe we should kill him. That would be the best thing to do.] Eve What the Heck, Eve? [Itle poi, arr uoo ogai?] Boy The boy really put in a lot of effort to repeat everything I said word for word. As he mumbled those words, he observed my facial movements closely. Could it be that the boy does not speak our language at all?

The child made an attempt to stand up, but failed immediately. The boy collapsed forward, right on his face. He didn't even try to fend off the force of the impact with his hands. His movements seemed more mechanized, very rugged and quick, less smooth. There' s something seriously wrong here Is it possible that he' s just been reconstructed? Or maybe his download failed, which caused his data to be corrupted. Why do I always attract weird people? [I don't think we can help this boy. We have to leave.] Jens Mueller [Help Boy] Boy Well, that certainly changes the situation He seems to adapt quickly to the language. When he finally got up, he imitated both my posture as well as my mimic. [So how can we help you?] Jens Mueller [Just take me with you, Master.] Boy It seems he is capable of speaking after all. But Master? Another so-called creation of mine? Take him with us? There seems no reason not to, I just keep on accepting everyone and eventually I can found a circus. [If you want to be one of us, you have to tell me your name.] Jens Mueller [I am Adam.] Adam That can't be a coincidence. Adam, Eve, who's next? Cain and Abel? Then I should at least make sure that I keep an eye on Abel, he could be up to something.