Hans continued until the seventh floor. His eyes scanned the empty hallway. Clean floors and an odor-free path—a drastic appearance to his first time venturing out in the apocalypse.
Kenji stood right outside the door that led to his previous apartment room. That guy stood steadier than a tree, and more protective than a dog.
Hans was amused as to what to call Kenji now. A very loyal servant?
The system already assured that, but this was no longer just loyalty. This was pure obsessiveness.
"I hope I didn't take too long," Hans closed in. "Had to take a little stroll on the sides. Nostalgia had to hit me of all times."
"Commander, you are just in time," Kenji saluted. "Please come in. I will guard from the outside."
"Don't be too harsh on yourselves," Hans walked past Kenji. "Rest occassionally. We'll be here for a day or two."
"Understood, Commander."
The door closed. Silence replaced the hallway noise.
