*Max's P.o.V*
There's a tiny voice whispering but I can't bother to open up my eyes because of how much pain I am in. The pain is unbearable when I try to move my arms to rub my eyes open but I just hiss and fail to.
I'm still alive, that I know of, so I wonder who's around me. I then start panicking, thinking that zombies are about to get me but I can't move or do anything because of the pain.
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I jolt awake but this time I'm not in as much pain, I actually feel a cooling sensation on me which is strange. My eyes manage to flutter open and while they do, I hear feet scampering around. The surroundings are blurry so I guess my eyes have yet to adjust but I can make out a tiny lamp close by me which is illuminating the room I am in. Am I in a house?
My vision clears up after what seems like forever and the ceiling just looks like cement which is odd for a house. I try to lift up my head, which I manage to do successfully considering how sore I am.
The room is fairly empty and seems big so I can't see the rest of the room due to the dim lighting.
My eye catches something dropping slightly behind a slanted mirror. It looks like a dead dog.
"Hello?" My voice barely comes out. I try to clear my throat but it really hurts so I lay my head back down and close my eyes tight in pain.
When my throat stops hurting, I relax and open my eyes again to look around.
To my left is my bag and medical bag open. I hope no one stole anything but then I see a cooling cream for burns near me which signals that someone obviously used it. Wait a second, I raise my arms and they don't hurt as much since they feel cool and numb. I frown at the rawness and sigh.
It feels like someone is watching me so I sit up slowly with pain and look towards the mirror and when I do, I see something move.
"Hello?" I ask again and still no answer. Maybe I'm just being delusional. "I know you're behind the mirror so show yourself," I say with no emotion. My begging worked because a small head popped out. I squint to see the person more but it's hard to see in the dim light. After awhile of silence, the head goes away.
"I won't hurt you obviously," I say with kindness. A small body then shows itself and it looks like it's holding something. "Did you put this stuff on me?" I point to the cream.
"Yes," a tiny female voice says while I gasp in shock. It's a little girl.
"How old are you?" I ask her.
"Seven," she replies back.
"Can I see you? It's kind of dark and I don't trust you," I tell her even though I do but I don't know how to get her closer.
"Okay," she agrees shyly. When she gets close enough, she has whispy blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. I'm in awe at how adorable she is.
"Thanks," I thank her with a small smile while she sits in front of me. I laugh at her "dead dog".
"What's so funny?" She asks with a head tilt.
"You dropped your stuffed bear earlier and since I couldn't see, I thought it was a dead dog." I laugh and she looks at the bear while closing it's ears.
"That's mean to say to Berry," she says offended.
"Sorry about that," I apologise to her.
"Apologise to Berry," she commands me. She's a feisty seven year old.
"Sorry Berry," I look at the bear and apologise to her as well.
"What's your name?" She asks me.
