Fallen Angel • Sweet Home •

Part 4

Ju-na stared down at her sister. In the last few days, she had gotten worse, lashing out frequently and injuring herself on the walls. Ju-na was scared for her sister and herself.

It was clear what she had to do. The survivors downstairs had started to notice the missing resources from the shop, and she was sick of running down there every day. Her solution is to kill her only remaining family.

She knew that she wouldn't die from simple things like wounds or cuts. She had already checked on herself. The only option would be to set her on fire, as humane as she could. Her problem is that she doesn't have any gasoline, which would make the whole fire thing way easier.

It seems she needs to make one last trip down to the ground floor, grab some fuel, and 'light 'er up'.

She had gotten used to the journey by now, the hundreds of stairs and occasional monsters. Heading to the stairway she sighed, some dick had placed rope and bells up and down the stairs.

"Man, give me a break." She slowly and carefully made her way down the stairs, avoiding the alarm bells. Reaching the bottom, she smiled to herself. Once again, the residents were arguing with each other.

"Now, where can a girl get herself a jug of gasoline? Do convenience stores sell that kinda thing?" She nodded to herself before heading for the store.

She noticed most of the shelves were empty, the survivors probably got sick of her thievery. Heading to the back, she found the jackpot, a pile of gasoline jugs.

"For once in his life, the owner is useful." She grabbed the jug before heading out, smiling to herself. "Who are you?"

"Oh shit." She stopped in her tracks, a step away from the door and turned. A tall boy stood down the hall from her, looking at her. He started to approach her, walking quite quickly.

"Man, what is up with my shit luck?" She turned and ran out the door, going as fast as she could up the stairs. Turning, she saw him following her, calling to her.

She ran quickly, not watching where she was going, hitting the alarm bells, making loud noises as she went. Not wanting to stop, she sped up the pace, and so did her follower.

As she looked back, she heard a groan in front of her. "I can't see."

She turned to see two things, a goblin type monster heading straight for her and a piece of string, which her foot was about to trip over.

"Fuck..." She stopped falling suddenly, being held from behind. A hand covered her mouth as she looked up in shock at the boy. "What the." Her speech was muffled by his hand, which he slowly removed, holding a finger over his lips, telling her to be quiet.

She nodded slowly and twisted to look at the monster, slowly walking near them. "I can't see." An idea popped into her head. She slowly put down her jug, reaching into her pocket and grabbing a small ball from her pocket. She had got it for her sister, but it was needed more right now.

She threw the ball across from them, causing the monster to look around, trying to find who made the noise. It turned quickly, almost running to the sound.

Ju-na sighed, grabbing her jug before realising something. Looking down at her hand, she saw it was still being held by the boy. Looking up at him, he quickly released it.

"Well...thanks." She turned and began to walk away. "Wait." He said quietly, stopping her. It would be rude to leave him. He did save her life. Something about him was different too, but she couldn't put her finger to it.

She turned, looking at him, properly looking at him. Long hair covered his brown eyes, clearly in need of a cut. He was taller than her and wore baggy clothing. For an apocalypse, he was doing well in the looks category she could give him that. She waited for what he was going to say.

"Are you a survivor?" He walked towards her, looking at her cautiously. "Well, that depends, I'm alive, aren't I?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean." He trailed off, looking at the floor. Something clicked inside her head. She knew something was off. She remembered the argument she heard a while ago about a monster in the group downstairs.

"So, you're a monster, huh?" She smiled up at him, looking at his shocked reaction. He stayed quiet, not knowing what to say. "It's fine, I'm just glad I'm not the only one."

Happy with the conversation, she walked away, leaving him. He ran after her, pulling her back to him. "You... you're like me?" She laughed and bowed, "Infectee at your service."

She walked again, but this time, he followed her. "Look, if you're gonna follow me, just don't get in my way, okay? We can talk later." He nodded quickly, following her into her apartment.

She laughed quietly, looking at him, "On other circumstances, I would've loved to bring a pretty boy like you to my room. Do you have a lighter?" He shook his head, pink shading his cheeks.

"Shame, I guess I'll have to find one." She began to root through her draws, finally finding small green lighter. "Do you want to help me?"

He nodded, standing up, following her to the bathroom. "I know you can heal, so this might be a big ask, but can you just do something for me." She handed him the jug of gasoline before grabbing the door handle. "Just coat the place in that please, oh and don't worry, she's just my sister."

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