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Guilt it consumed her, she was the one who had killed Wilbur, what were the rest of the boys going to think? She couldn't wrap her head around it as the latter of footsteps filled the small room. The other two boys looking on seeing the mess of what had happened. That their best friend was dead. Sniffles and voices were echoing in the room as she rocked back and forth in the corner she had shoved herself into. What the fuck was this sick game?

"Is he?" Tommy spoke up.

"He's dead, he's fucking dead Tom."

Y/N had never called him Tom, never, so why she did in that moment she didn't know. But she knew one thing, that she was going to get revenge on her father for this sick thing. A sigh left her lips as she pushed herself up from the corner and looked at Wilbur's body. Biting back the tears as she shook her head.

"He wasn't going to make it anyways. But I'm not going to let his death go in vein. I'm going to kill my father." Determination coursed through her veins and she was going to do just that. Eyes traveled to the sword that had been Wilbur's she picked it up and looked at the group. "I don't know if you guys are going to come along or not. But I suggest you don't. This is my battle not yours."

"He was our friend too Y/N." Charlie spoke up, a small cut on his face from the fight he had with Wilbur. Immediately panic filled Y/N, she stepped forwards.

"Please tell me he didn't scratch you."

"No no, it was some rock he found on the floor. He was trying to smash my head with it."

Y/N nodded, she trusted Charlie to tell the truth. But she also knew if they were going to have a chance of surviving that there was no possible way for them to go back with her. A few tears formed in her eyes as she wiped them away, now wasn't the time to be crying. Immediately a plan went into action in her head, she needed the others to get back safely, it wasn't going to end well for her if they came along. A soft sigh left Y/N's lips as she looked at the group, she knew that this was the final end of the road for them as a group. She just had to make sure that the others could make it out alive.

WILBUR POV

Eyes scanned the room as nerves build in his stomach, what kind of sick building was this? More importantly where was he? Voices echoed off the walls as he heard sirens wailing in the room and the hallways outside of the door to his right. What on earth was happening right now? Was he dead? A quick little pinch to his hand and he blinked.

Nope, definitely alive. Everything was spinning, the room was shrinking and growing with every blink as he adjusted his posture. Wilbur needed to find his way out, needed to find his friends, make sure they were okay, alive. But if he was alive right now how did this all make sense? He was just with his friends but now he was here. This wasn't making any sense. A white light blinded him as he opened the door and was immediately shoved back inside by rushing feet. A doctor ran into the room and saw he was awake. This wasn't going to end well.

Y/N POV

Everything was going according to plan, they had time to get out of their current situation and back on track. Though they were still stuck inside the tunnels. Searching every which way to find their escape route. Y/N knew that it was going to result in them having to rest again, let's just hope that they didn't have to deal with the zombies again. A sigh left her lips as she held her chest, her heart was nearly beating out of it. She looked at Phil.

"This isn't going well, we need to rest again."

The three boys sighed and Tommy threw himself against the wall resulting in an echo vibrating in the tunnels. They were all getting irritated and they were all still grieving the loss of Ranboo and Wilbur. Still Y/N felt it was her fault. Of course it was, after all she was the one that killed Wilbur. Her hands were shaking, she knew that she had to ditch the boys some way and some how. Y/N took a deep breath as she volunteered to watch the first time to let the boys rest. She knew that they'd be upset with her for sneaking away but it was the only way to get away and get back to the capital to get revenge on her father. It was the only way. She hated that it had to be this way, but when the boys fell asleep she slipped off into the night on her mission. The only thing, she didn't know which way they had came from. She turned to the left which seemed to be the way back to the capital and began her journey. A few footsteps walking away pitter pattered in the empty tunnels as she held tightly to the sword she had gotten off of Wilbur's dead body. It broke her to say that about him, that he was dead, but it was true, he was.

Y/N lowered her head as tears slipped down her cheeks, why couldn't he have been normal like the others? Why couldn't he have been immune. Why did he have to turn? Get bitten? It was her fault if she hadn't been captured he wouldn't be dead. Feet slowed as she heard grumbling and screeching. They wouldn't. Running echoed off the walls as she soon realized that they indeed would. Immediately panic rushed over her, she had to get back to the others. More zombies had been released and if they wanted to live they needed everyone there to fight. Panicked footsteps took off in the direction of the group, hoping that she wasn't too late.

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