Asylum (Yanderes X Reader)

The Black Van

Chaos has reached its pinnacle.
The panic has pushed the citizens to stampede each other. Not only was the sound of their shouts deafening, but so was the sound of shoes meeting bone and flesh. If you could not keep up, you would be crushed.
Two things kept you from rescuing others.
One, the infant in your care. One wrong move and the young one would join the piles of minced people growing in quantity.
Two, the sound of the vans starting up. With the vans being pushed around so violently and filled to the brim with humans packed like sardines, they'd need to quickly take off.
Cruel as it were, you ran over the masses smashed into the concrete. Despite your odd build, you were faster than the others. The civilians attempting to enter the black van had to be shoved away as they attempted to condense inside the vehicle.
You made it inside and sat on one of the few seats, using your legs to kick people away or out.
It was a military vehicle. Benches instead of seat. Through the thick veil of strangers, you could see River and actually hoped that Charles would be left behind...
As though answering your prayers, the driver briefly slammed on the breaks. The force sent anyone not buckled down out the window and anyone crowding around shuffling back.
With a sharp squeal of the wheels, the van was departing, leaving the majority of people to die.
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You and River didn't exchange any words. Silence for the duration of the ride.
You had of course wanted to say something, especially when the van turned onto a forest road and stopped on an overgrown camp site.
The air itself was atmospherically green, unnatural. Foliage was crawling up the trees, dense, and had even eaten the camp fire place.
"We're stopping here?" You asked.
"For the night. The driver needs rest to drive safely with the idiots walking into the road."
You thought about how the people who somehow made it had to have felt, been pushed to run into the roads screaming for help from the first car they'd seen or heard for months. And then to be ignored.
River kicked at the ground with his boots, snagging sticks and branches away from the ground and laying down a noisy tarp.
You wanted to poke at River, ask him 'aren't you afraid of bugs?'. The silence stopped you.
The silence.
Everything was so compacted into this small space, River, the truck, you, all the plant life. You couldn't see three feet in front of you. Even the fog, as mentioned before, was cartoonishly green. It felt like a ridiculous escape room. Like you were in a room, not the forest.
And it sounded like a tiny room too.
No noise. No bugs. No birds. Even the leaves in the trees didn't make a noise.
"Where... are we?" You asked, made anxious by the strangeness of the unique forest.
"In the midst of a tropical storm, but think less of winds and rain, this is a literal tropical storm. I trust you were told about the SS that released gasses that could change the weather?"
You nodded your head.
River gestured lazily around.
Gas made this? You'd understood the heat storms, but how did the same gases make this wet and leafy hell? This is horrifically unnatural. These pockets of space would eventually be filled by the overflowing plant life and for the pockets that weren't, the divided ecosystems they could create...
You didn't want to believe that unknown things could fester here, so you simply shook the thoughts away.
It's better if you just get some sleep...

615 Words. Unedited.

The two endings with the black van will be River and Charles.
The white van will be Eden + Fern.
And the staying altogether route will be just Leo.