Roblox Piggy: F.E.A.R

4.3 - Black and Orange

⚠️TW!! Slight blood and gore!! Mentions of melatonin!!⚠️

Lucinda's POV:
The whack-a-mole game at the mall arcade was one of my personal favorites.

Now, I felt like one of those moles, trying to avoid getting squished by a mallet, except instead of a mallet, it was a sledgehammer. Doggy was somewhere else in the forest, and I was getting chased by Sheepy. I had tried to make my way to the torch, but Sheepy stopped me. Deep down, I knew it wasn't going to be easy, especially with one eye. The eye Doggy ripped out was my good eye, which made things even harder for me.

I rolled over and Sheepy got her sledgehammer stuck in the ground for the 10th time. This gave me the opportunity to run away, so that's what I did. I managed to run a bit before Sheepy pulled her sledgehammer out from the ground. That confirmed my suspicions that the infected were stronger than normal people. Although I had built my stamina over the years, I also had my limits. I was starting to get tired from running around for the past hour.

I had swords, and I had a gun on me, but I couldn't bring myself to use them. Sheepy was one of Rose's friends. She was also one of my friends. Something in me was telling me to not hurt my friends, even though they were trying to kill me. Even though one of them ripped my eye out. All these thoughts circled around my head as I ran away from Sheepy. The sky above me was still dark, almost pitch black. The forest was just as dark, minus my flashlight, the campfire, and a few lamps around the forest.

Fortunately, my ankle wasn't hurting as much as I thought it would. After all, I had been running a lot. I rolled over to dodge another hit from Sheepy before quickly getting back up and continuing to run. I bit my lip as I felt a sharp pain in my back. I knew that if I didn't get it treated soon, the consequences would be bad. I didn't know how bad, but I didn't need to. I didn't want to suffer like my family did. I didn't want their suffering to be meaningless.

They were willing to give up their lives for my sake.

I felt something hard collide with my chest before my back hit a tree. I heard a sickening crack and felt a sharp pain in my chest as I coughed up blood. I looked up to see Sheepy infront of me holding her sledgehammer. Based on how she was holding it, I managed to put the pieces together. I was so lost in my thoughts that Sheepy was able to get a hit on me. I held onto the tree as my legs were shaking violently, trying to stay up.

Was it just me, or was it getting harder to breath?

My hands immediately went to my throat as I struggled to breathe. I was coughing up blood violently as I tried to steady my breathes, but I couldn't take in enough oxygen. Sheepy stood there blankly, holding her sledgehammer in her hand. I wondered how the sight must've looked for her. A 12 year old girl with her left eye hanging out, coughing up blood while struggling to breath. It must've been a pretty disturbing sight to see.

After a few minutes, I was able to breathe properly again. It hurt now, but I wasn't choking or anything. "My ribs must be poking my lungs or something..." I thought to myself as I got back to running. Why was it so hard to get a torch? I did everything else just fine! Speaking of the torch, my mind went back to the ice block in the cave. How did ice even surround a campfire, and how was it in a perfect cube? Then, something else crossed my mind.

The sleeping bags in the cave.

Someone else was definitely here. In fact, alot of people must've been here due to the cars around the forest. Maybe some other people tried out the same idea Doggy and I had, and it didn't turn out so well for them either. Was Sheepy here before us? If so, who was she with? There were two sleeping bags inside the cave, so she must've been with someone. This caused me to think about whether I should dig deeper or keep my nose out of someone else's business.