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XXVII - U N D E S I R E D!

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TW- PROFANITY/BETRAYAL/MANIPULATION/ALCOHOL ABUSE

WC- 1579

--(Y/N) POV---

A small wooden cabin sat in what felt like the middle of the forest. I was weak, alone, and tired. If I didn't find a place to get a few hours of shut-eye, I would be the next three-course meal for a very lucky zombie. Maybe that might be better at this point.

No, I need to live for myself. I need to prove those bastards wrong and live my own life. Just like I had done for those two years.

The first kill I have ever made had some type of thrill I had never known could exist. I should have felt prodigious levels of shame, but it never transpired.

I never commit an act as cruel as this before. The worst I've done was stay out past dusk. I want to feel guilty but I can't find that feeling.

Instead, I feel...

Shameless.

Shameless was a feeling I had only received in those past times. Ever since I had met all of these people, they had made me feel shame for all of my deeds. I was known as a strong, badass woman, but now? I've grown soft. All because I let people into my life again. I have lost everyone I loved back then, and now is no different. Do I follow in my past self's footsteps again?

Or do I just fight to survive a lonesome, stranded life on my own?

First things first, I need to get a proper sleep before I make any extreme decisions. Deciding to go back to my past self's actions shouldn't be a decision made while I am nearly about to collapse from lack of sleep.

I steadily make my way up the wooden porch of the house. The rickety floorboards are urging to collapse at every step. Seems this place might be abandoned; that's a good sign for me.

I gently tap on the door to see if the house is still occupied, but I decided to go inside after about a minute. To my shock, the door was unlocked.

Once the door was open far enough to squeeze me through, the bitter smell of alcohol overflowed my senses. Bottles of whiskey, rum, and so many other alcoholic bottles were scattered across the flimsy floor. They were all empty and coated the floor with a thin layer of glass.

"Holy shit, you must be a god if you drink this much," I ramble to myself as I lift the hem of my blouse to my nose. I begin to weave my way through the obstacle of bottles. If someone were to drink all of this liquor, you might as well be dead. That's good on my end, I guess.

Suddenly a faint shadow skid past the wall on the opposing side of the room. The sudden action sent a chill down my spine as I stiffened. I wasn't alone. Everything in my body was telling me to book it out of this place, and hope for the best, but that would kill me. The night was filled with creatures that would kill you at any given sight. Staying would possibly kill me as well, but the probability was slimmer. I could probably trust that I would get a decently painless death from whatever creature was in this room, nevertheless. 

So, I decided to stick around.

I let out an uncertain breath as I began to inch closer to where the creature must have been. What I didn't expect was to hear a sinister giggle from my side. I quickly turned my head to my side to see a shady hallway with a darkened silhouette standing only a meter away from me.

I begin to back away, but every step backward is another step forwards for the unknown person. I can't let what happened back in the final control room happen now, so I stop and observe my company.