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𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟐 | 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟐𝟎 (𝟔𝟖)

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

We walked through the corridors as we finally reached the place.

"How many others like us are there?" I asked Alex. They couldn't be this many right?

"There've been many cases of people infected with the fungus... but you kids are different from what we've found so far." He convinced. "Usually, once infected the host goes into a coma while hallucinating. Then only wakes from the coma once the fungus takes over the brain. Like them"

As we chatted more I passed by a guy. Really familiar. And I could tell he was staring at me. 

We stepped into a room. And it was horrible. It was horrible, people or... half phantoms. They've staring at me. 

Finally we went back to my room, what I was thankfull for. I didn't said a word to Alex after we left. 

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

The air was thick with tension, every word Maverick spoke feeling like a punch to my gut. I could hardly believe what i was hearing, my mind struggling to piece together the fractured memories of that day with the man standing before me now.

The cold wind whipped through my hair as I stood there, staring at Maverick, the man I had only recently come to know. His eyes were intense, filled with a mix of urgency and something else I couldn't quite place. It made my skin crawl. I felt like I was on the edge of something terrible, something I wasn't ready to face.

"You're making a mistake," Maverick said again, his voice steady but laced with something that sounded like desperation. "You don't know what's really going on here, Y/N. You think you can trust those people, your friends, but they don't understand the danger you're in."

My heart pounded in my chest, my mind racing to keep up with his words. How could he know anything about my friends? He didn't know them like I did. They were the only ones who had been there for me, the only ones who had seen me at my worst and still stood by me.

"They're my friends," I shot back, my voice shaking with anger and fear. "They've been there for me when no one else was. They're my family."

Maverick flinched at that word, 'family.' I saw something flicker in his eyes—regret, pain, maybe even fear. But why? What was he hiding?

"You don't understand, Y/N," he said, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "I've done things... made choices to protect you. Everything I've done has been for you."

"For me?" I echoed, disbelief dripping from every syllable. "You barely even know me. How could any of this be for me?"

Maverick took a step closer, his gaze locked onto mine. "Because..."