ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ ⇒ sniper mask

1

The first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was the silence. It was quiet. A little too quiet, as if all of a sudden, the birds and the trains and the people roaming the city were gone. You rubbed your eyes and sat up straight, finding it difficult to take in your surroundings. Where were you? One moment you were stepping onto a bus, ready to take your usual route back to school, and the next you were falling into the ground, losing consciousness before you could even began to grasp what was happening.

You ran your hands over the concrete beneath you, then pushed yourself up.

You were on top of a building. A building? You narrowed your eyes, standing and shaking the dust off your pleated skirt. This must be a dream. How in the world did you end up here?

The sun was so bright you had to use your hand as a shader. The sky was unusually clear, and by the looks of things, there was no one else in sight. It was a little unsettling. Maybe this was a nightmare, you dreaded the thought, then turned around to go explore the rooftop.

Then you remembered the cell phone you had tucked away in your pocket.

If this somehow wasn't a dream, would you be able to reach someone? You fished it out and dialed your sister—maybe she'd know something about this.

"(Y/N)?" She answered almost immediately, her voice distraught and severed by shallow breaths. "You're okay? Where are you?"

"(S/N), what's going on?"

"Find somewhere to hide," she said sharply, "I'll tell you what I know."

You did as she told you, making your way over to a shaded corner on the roof. You brought your knees together and slid down the wall as you held your phone tight. By the way (S/N) was speaking, you could tell something was seriously wrong.

"Are you alone?" She asked.

You surveyed the area around you. "Yes—I think so."

You could hear her heavy sigh on the other line, and suddenly, you began to feel the anxiety piling up inside you. You were never good in situations like these, not that anything this strange had ever happened before. You were starting to consider that whatever this was wasn't a dream.

"I—I'm not really sure what's going on myself," (S/N) stumbled over her words, pausing every now and then as if she was keeping watch for something. "But you need to be careful here, (Y/N). There are these people wandering around wearing masks—they've all got weapons. They'll kill you if you don't jump of a building first."

Kill you...? You felt your blood run cold. She had to be lying. This was some sick joke, like the stupid ones you would play on each other when you were little kids. But—no, this couldn't be (S/N), you realized, because no single person could possibly pull this off by themself. You took a deep breath, gathering enough confidence to respond. "How do I protect myself?"

"They can show up any minute—you have to be ready," (S/N) explained. "And they're incredibly strong. You don't see a weapon around, do you?"

Standing up slowly, you searched the rooftop for any sort of weapon. (S/N) said people would sometimes drop them or lose them after a fight. That's how she found her revolver.

"No," you told her, defeatedly. "There's nothing here except—"

That's when you spotted it. A little white box tucked away under a plant, like someone had gone out of their way to hide it somewhere no one would easily find it.