nala

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Nala

I felt completely empty. I had nothing left. Sure, I had Torra, Andi on a good day, and Lanca. But there is nothing left to Nala. She doesn't exist anymore. All that is left is the outer layer that anyone saw. The Queen of Death. That's all she is, all I am. Death.

Lost in my thoughts, I had gone up four flights of stairs and made my way to the throne room, where civilians had gathered. "You are free to go. Napoli has been taken care of." I said quietly, but the entire crowd heard and cheered. They stood up, walking back to their homes.

Andi ran up to me, wrapping her arms tightly round my shoulders. "That was awesome." Andi complemented. "You are a freaking Commander." Andi continued.

"Can we talk somewhere else?" I asked. Andi nodded, pulling me out to a corridor. "They know. About the Bunker, the Matches-"

"'Queen of Death.'" Andi cut off.

"I break out of a fallout bunker but don't get to be a better person? I did what I had to in the Bunker-" I continued, talking faster as I became more and more mad at myself. I had the option to be a better person, but instead greet a bunch of people after killing their entire leadership?

"It'll be okay." Andi quickly enveloped me with a hug, something I desperately needed. I buried my face in her neck, hoping to feel this neutral feeling-calm, safe, happy-forever.

"Hey!" Torra yelled. "What's going on?"

"You know, just a existential crisis." I laughed.

"It could be worse." Torra tried to help.

"Really?" Andi questioned.

"You could've been stabbed." Torra said, like he was a complete and utter genius. I honestly couldn't tell if this man was messing with me or was dead serious. Andi started laughing hysterically, and I couldn't help but smile in disbelief. "What?" Torra asked stupidly.

I lifted up my shirt far enough to show the bandages, and Torra leaned back and sighed, almost laughing. "No, it's funny." I agreed with Andi completely. Torra completely forgot that I had a knife inside of me just two days ago. I yawned, remembering that I had not gotten decent sleep in, well, ten years. "I am so tired." I mentioned as Sasha turned to walk down the corridor.

"Then you should go to your room." Sasha offered.

"Hell yes." I yawned again and followed Sasha, who continued down the corridor. Sasha, Torra, Andi and I probably walked up seven flights of stairs before Sasha finally pulled a cord with a key over her poofy hair. She unlocked the door, pushing it wide into the room.

My room was amazing. The bed was centered on the wall to the right while a wardrobe and weapons were on the other wall, an adequate distance from the fireplace. There was a balcony, too. It had sliding doors that opened up to a table matching the one inside, looking over all of the compound and Lanca.

I took a few steps down from the area I immediately walked on to be level with the rest of the rooms. "Whoa." I laughed out in utter awe. I looked round, Andi already raiding the wardrobe.

"Who makes this stuff? It's incredible!" Andi exclaimed.

"Taxes from the Committee's previous rule." Sasha mumbled, barely loud enough for us to hear. "Well, here's the key." Sasha tossed it to Torra, before winking and turning towards the door. "Come on Andi. Your room is just down this hall." Sasha waved for Andi and she shut the wardrobe, exiting the bedroom.

"She could not been more subtle." Torra joked. He walked closer to me, snaking an arm around my stomach. "How are you?"

"I haven't vomited in a while." I blandly answered. "But if we're being honest, there isn't much I could do about it."