Clementine x Male reader : We Are Monsters

Chapter 37

Just after the murder of that guy, you walked down the staircase to finally arrive at the second floor. You walked your way to your room, struggling to keep your balance and walk straight. On your way, you knocked down a suitcase out of pure boredom, and almost tripped over. The funny part in all of this, it's the fact that you don't really feel tired. Your body is slowly dying of sleep privation, but you feel just fine. After unlocking your door and closing it behind, you threw the backpack you found in the corridor, and jumped on the bed. You grumbled when you realized that the shutters were still opened and that it was way too bright for a nap, and even after trying to delay the inevitable for minutes, finally got up while cursing and furiously closed the shutters before slamming the door and jumping on the bed all clothed, without even removing your Doc Martens.

Even with all your efforts and tries, you didn't success to fall asleep. And around 2 pm, when your stomach started grumbling, you had to get up and find something to eat. You couldn't swear it, but you're almost sure than when you rolled on your back to get up, a shadow in your field of view, a humanoid one, skinny and tall, ran away before sinking in the wall. You jogged your way to the door and quickly opened it, feeling like if you were watched by something behind you, lying in the dark. A shiver ran down your spine, like a warning, and you turned around. Nothing. For some reason, your heart started beating harder, your breath turned shaky, and you knew that something was in the bedroom. You just couldn't see it right now. Whatever it is just wants you to lay down in bed to observe you, or worse. You closed the door, and noticed that your hands were shaking.

Your eyes darting all over the place as you were walking in a stiff way towards the kitchen, you felt like if you were still being watched. You didn't look behind you, trying to keep your shit together, but every single alarm in your body was set off and drowning your own thoughts into a chaos.

You turned around in a fraction of second, and still nothing. Slowly, you turned back to the kitchen while shaking your head, then, as you were standing in front of the refregirator, the cupboards, the oven and the cooking plates, you wondered what the hell you were doing here since there isn't any electricity or gas left to cook anything, and that all the food you grabbed in the adjacent rooms is in your backpack. Grumbling, you turned around and started to walk towards the corridor. You grabbed your backpack, but for some reason, struggled to open it. Frowning in concentration, frustration and surprise, you watched yourself try to open the fucking zip again and again, like if you never saw any of them and forgot how to use it.

Finally, not being able to bear that shit anymore, you grabbed the backpack and threw it in the living room while cursing. It collapsed on the floor with a thud, and slid on it for a few feet before stopping, still not opened. You grabbed out of your jeans a kitchen knife you found in another room, a basic one with a six inches long blade and a black handle. Clenching the handle so hard that the veins on your arms were popping out, you made your way to the backpack with the blade oriented towards the ground.

You didn't try to open the zip again, and ripped open the front of the backpack with the knife. When the slash was wide enough, you used your hands to rip it wide open and grabbed a can of tuna. The date of expiration was kinda erased, but it was still readable with good lighting : 4/11/2006

Probably outdated, but hey. You gotta do with what you have. With the can in hands, you sat on the closest chair next to the kitchen table, and slowly ate the tuna while staring at the buildings in the distance by the windows leading on a small balcony. When you were done with that little meal, you grabbed some chocolate, a can of soda, and opened the sliding window leading to the balcony. You leaned over the edge of the balcony and threw the empty can of tuna in the air. The small and metallic object made a curve before hitting the tar with a dull noise.