Survivors (Paily)

Ch.3 Tingling Feelings

 Hello! I've decided to continue this story as I got inspiration again when I played the game, so let's get to it!

P.S I've also changed Paige to G!P Paige and the reason why will be later introduced into the story. And if you don't know what G!P means it basically means that Paige is an intersex, she has a penis. So if that's not your thing then turn around now.

Paige's POV:

I wonder if Tess is okay. This isn't a trick right? Marlene wouldn't trick us right? Well, actually yes she would, she'd kill us in a heartbeat. As the thoughts start to swirl around in my mind I get more and more nervous, my palms start sweating. What if this was a trick to separate us? What if Tess is already dead and Marlene is forming a plan to kill me right now? Or is Emily her little sidekick? I need to keep an eye on her, she's probably waiting for a moment of distraction to attack me.

I narrow my eyes at Emily as she walks beside me, I shuffle away a little, putting a distance between us. She hasn't even looked at me yet after the incident that happened awhile, at first I thought it was because she was embarrassed or ashamed-which she didn't need to feel-but now I'm about 99% certain that she's secretly forming a plan to kill me right now.

I look at her with suspicious eyes, trying to look for any subtle movement she makes, but there's none. Emily is just walking beside me quietly, her head down so far I could barley see her eyes, and her hands holding onto her backpack straps tightly, as if her life depended on it. I opened up my mouth to ask her what angle was she playing at, but stopped halfway when Emily's head shot up and her eyes widened, a small gasp coming from her mouth. I instantly grab my gun and point it to the direction of where Emily was looking, my body tenses then relaxes as I look to see nothing standing there, just some dead soldiers on the floor.

I lower my gun and put it back in my holster. I look back at Emily, ready to yell at her for making me so worried. But her saddened face makes the anger in me leave, instead replaced with slight compassion. I snap myself out of it, this girl has made me feel emotions that I haven't felt in a long time in under 3 hours, I've concluded that this is a dangerous girl.

"Come on Girly, we don't have time to dwell on this." I try to say with my most annoyed voice.

"Don't call me that!" Emily snaps. Which only surprises me a little, I didn't think she'd get angry, but at the same time my specialty is annoying people so I'm not really surprised at people snapping at me all the time.

I roll my eyes. "Fine, will Princess work for you?" I don't give her time to answer as I start walking again. A smirk coming onto my face when I hear her angrily huff and stomp.

When we finally make it to the room I walk immediately to the couch, relaxing as my back hits the soft cushions. My happy sigh is quickly replaced with a grunt as Emily knocks my legs off, wipes the cushions to clean them then sits as she looks at me with raised eyebrows. "So what do we do now?"

I mumble in annoyance under my breath before sitting up also. "Well I was going to take a nap but a 12 year old is in my way." I say, a slight chuckle coming from my throat at Emily's offended look.