Two Versus Danger.

| Chapter 23 |

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I left that hospital as fast as I got in there; the best place to hide was an abandoned apartment block, and I suspected homeless people just casually lived here, by which it didn't really matter because I just wanted out of that hospital. Everything tasted disgusting and I couldn't stomach it; even when Adam pleaded for me to try some, or anything even, I just simply couldn't. I didn't know what was wrong with me, but I just wasn't how I was before. Not in my dream, neither when I was alive; it was such a mess, and I wasn't sure how long I could take it for.

Meanwhile, my stomach was growling badly; I didn't care if I had escaped the hospital again... I was just so hungry and nothing they gave me seemed appetising. I was so sick of it. Stumbling out of the abandoned apartment block before limping everywhere, I went out of pure hunger and avoiding other citizens to not seem like I'd rip their bodies apart and eat their organs. An alleyway seemed like the most reasonable place to hide and, hopefully, find some food for me to eat.

Just like last time.

Sadly, I only stumbled upon someone else's feeding; they looked familiar to me, although I couldn't put my finger on it. They stood up, their food torn apart and no tasty flesh left remaining for me; bastard, I was hungry too. But what was I thinking? Going to eat an innocent human, and for what? Just because I was hungry, that meant I could take people away from their family and make them suffer.

"You look hungry there..." their voice was familiar but colder this time; they let out a little chuckle before turning to look at me, "I've been stalking you. Newbie," those words and the memory it carried are just a plunge to my heart.

"Who are you...?" I stood up in hunger and anger coursing through my veins; anger because those words were just a taunt directed towards my dream whilst I was in that coma.

"That's irrelevant," they turned around and tore a hand off for me; if they were just like me, then why aren't they hurting me? Surely they get very defensive about their food; "Eat up, you'll starve otherwise"

"N-No, I'm not a monster..." they sighed before tossing the hand at my feet; the light behind them making it hard to see their face, yet the hand looked so tasty and it would surely help my hunger. It would taste like that kid's head that I bursted, wouldn't it?

"Suit yourself; you'll just end up starving and that's a painful way to die. You'll sit there in agony while your body decays, and soon enough you'll go mental," I looked back down at the hand and thought about eating it... what would Adam think if I died again? He wouldn't like that one bit, and I understand that. He already told me and was waiting for me; by my side at the hospital, until the very day that I'd wake up.

They walked away after that and it hurt a little that they weren't helping me, but I had no other option but to eat. Human food just tasted too disgusting. With nothing left to lose, I sat down and picked the hand up before ripping bits of flesh off; no hesitation about how much I ate after that. I was so hungry, and I didn't even register it. For context, I tried to eat the food they'd given me, but it just wasn't as I was hoping for or it wasn't as good as I had remembered; but the flesh was so yummy. Flesh gives you so much juice, nutrients and overall flavour; you probably think I'm mad for saying such things but I can't help it. It just tasted so good.

After my little feasting, the person hadn't left me; they were just standing there, watching me, which was odd since they probably would find this sight disgusting. Then again, they had the same issue as I do; so maybe they didn't care so much, after all. However, the light had changed its ways and now I could render the face of the person... Isabella? I thought that was only a character that I'd made in my head... I felt fear run down my spine as my heart thumped, begging for me to move away from her. Was this the same feeling I felt when I was with her in my dreams? The same feeling of cautiousness; but if she was an actual human, does that mean Amber is also real? Does that mean what happened in my dream happened here and I just wasn't there to witness it? My thoughts and mind were going a thousand miles per hour, and I didn't even register it; my mind was so cloudy that I ended up feeling a little dizzy and planting face first onto the dead body.