Akrasia | A Day Union choose-your-own-adventure book. | DU, NC, and reader

4 (COMPLETE)

You wake up on the ground.
A cold blanket of snow covers everything around you for as far as the eye can see.
The bitter taste of winter seeps past your skin and into your bones.
You clutch your thin jacket closer to your body as you shiver.
You try to stand up, before falling dizzily back into the snow.
You slowly begin to recall the events that led you to be here.

You had commited a crime in the Union city, which unfortunately for you, was seen by a nearby operative.
The operative had hit you on the head with the butt of their rifle, and dragged you off to The Counselor.
The green operative had ordered you to be thrown outside the city walls as a crowd of people watched.
You were meant to be an example of all who were found to be unfaithful to the Union.
An example of what would happen to those that willingly choose to reject the Union’s courtesy.

Normally, you would have been shot dead and included in the next mass burial, but the Counselor had decided to be merciful towards you.

Some mercy this is… that asshole. You think, clutching your head as a throb of pain shoots up your forehead.

If I get my hands on that bastard I swear I'll-

A crunch of snow from behind you makes you snap out of your thoughts.
You whip your head around, to face whatever made the sound.
Nothing is there.
Nothing but footprints in the snow.
Footprints that are not yours.
You step closer to the footprints, and crane your neck to get a better look at them.
The snow surrounding the footprints had a black tint to it, and was a bit thicker than the rest of the snow.
It seemed like a goo of sorts.
You've seen this before.
In more…infected parts of the city.
You had always avoided it at risk of being infected, but now it didn't seem so harmful.

You walked a bit closer to the sludge, and the footprints that came with it.
You hear another crunch of snow from behind you, and you whip your head around in a frenzy.
Now, instead of nothing, a man stands, his raven black skin standing out from the pale snow surrounding him.
A sadistic grin was plastered on his face.
A yellow tie hung neatly around his neck, which matched the yellow armband on his left arm.
It had a vibrant upside-down triangle embroidered in the middle.
An audible gasp escaped your mouth.
A night operative. You think.

“Hello there,” he giggled, sending a wave in your direction.      

Your knees shake at the sight before you.
Your bottom lip quivers.
You had heard of night operatives sneaking into the city, and heard the whispers of the devastations they had caused, but you had never seen one before.
Who would want to?
You had always been taught that an encounter with one of them would mean the acceptance of death.
And now one stood before you, sending a friendly wave like one of your neighbors back at home.
Home… You think, as your mind wanders back to the feeling of being in the city, and how you would never get to experience that again.

“It's really rude not to respond to people, you know,”

His tone was slightly harsher now, and his impossibly wide grin started curling downwards into a frown.
He takes a step forward, and his sudden movements make you jump.

“Ooh, scared are we?” he taunts, slowly inching closer and closer to you.

Your mind runs at a million miles an hour.
You question what you will do next.
Not taking action would result in your immediate death…or maybe not?
Perhaps this night will take mercy on you.
He steps closer, and is now in grabbing distance.
You could reach out and touch him if you wanted. 

What will you do next?

Run away: Turn to [PAGE 7]
Fight him: Turn to [PAGE 10]
Do nothing: Turn to [PAGE 5]