How would you stop a mind-changing virus without infecting yourself? Is it even possible?
Bryce thought sudden mysteries were over now that ONE was done. But this is only the beginning...
Liam Plecak (backpack) had sent everyone home, much to Bryce...
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[a/n: I'm back! hehe! :3 sorry for being gone so long, had issues with mental health and also motivation lol. also the above picture is supposed to say 2023, I haven't been on hiatus since before I wrote the book! haha!]
[WARNING. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS... blood, cursing/offensive language, gore, vomiting, virus, infections, violence, insanity, mentions of death and weapons, "romantic references", and mentions of su!c!dal thoughts ...YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED]
[RESUMING BRYCE HANSEN POV]
A few hours have past and I finally gathered the courage to step up to my computer. Logging in and putting in the password, I am greeted with my desktop wallpaper: Bryce, his son, and me.
Oh hell.
I groan and left click, changing my desktop wallpaper to the default. Forget. I have to forget or else I'll be seen as the weak b#st#rd I am!
I sigh and open up my inbox and prepare an email to send, in my C-average-in-english-throughout-school-way.
Recipients: G Hallman, Garretyesyes@web, Aaron A Message title: Info for next meet Message: hi. you all need to meet w/ me asap. got a virus-infested girl here. we can make a cute and text it on her. idk Signed: Bryce Hansen
I sigh and hit send, swiveling around in my desk chair and peeling the goggles off of my face. Tiredly, I look over at Scenty. "What are you looking at?" I ask, totally not grumpily. Okay, really grumpily. But I got like- no sleep!
"Oh, N... Nothing," She responds softly and quickly, clasping. her hands together and looking down at the ground. She bites her lip, "You um... don't really have much in your fridge..."
"Oh sh#t.." I rub my head. Do I REALLY have to go food shopping? I just order out. Last time I went shopping, the bill was... what? 300 dollars? I furrow my eyebrows and look out the window. SHOULD I go food shopping? Not for me, but for HER?
Not deciding, which Scenty seems to realize, I shrug, "Let's just order out."
"But-!" She goes to say something but ultimately decides not to, shaking her head, "I just thought... maybe... getting lots of food now can... help us when there is less food later... because of this... virus going around..."
I frown and rub my chin, considering it. Should I... "Fine, let's go." Ugh! That convincing, all-good, sweet and kind b#tch!
I yawn and stretch, standing up. "Alright, let's get going." I walk to the door and grab my keys, wallet, and jacket. The cold, slippery raincoat reminds me of the slippery rocks from when I saw the sea creature... and of the creature itself.
I go to put on my coat but decide against it. No way in hell am I putting on something so sloppy and slimy like that hellish creature! "Scenty." I shove the jacket into her arms. I watch as her eyes light up and my heart melts. The soft, mushy, gushy feeling in my chest feeels like malice against me and I hate this. I hide it beneath anger.
