The apocalypse, Eugene lee Yang fanfic

Emma

I woke up to light filtering through the fabric of my tent. I looked over, to see Zach sleeping. I quietly sit up, and leave the tent.

By the ashes of the fire, sits Eugene, trying to make a friction fire. He looks at me, stands up and walks over to me.

"Hey Emma? I just wanted to apolo-"

I slap him hard in the face.

"Wow, real mature!" I yells as I walk away, toward the exit of camp.

I continue walking, ignoring him until he grabs my wrist.

"Hey let go" I complain, pulling my hands away, opening the "door" and walking out.

Eugene follows me, and after I've gone 30 feet I realized he's not going back to camp without me.

I break into a sprint, hoping to lose him , but discounting the fact he can run as well. I look back, to see Eugene gaining on me. I'm so distracted by Eugene running after me, that I don't see the tree in my path until it's too late. I hit it hard, falling to the ground, and hitting my head on a rock. Darkness engulfs my vision as I fade into unconsciousness.

I slowly regain consciousness, as I look around. I'm in a camp, but not the camp it was in before.

It was smaller, there was only one tent. I go to move, but feel a restraint on my left foot. I look down, to discover three very unsettling things. One, my leg was tied to a sapling with only a foot of excess rope to move, and two, I was wearing only underwear. But wait, it gets worse. It wasn't my underwear. And it wasn't exactly the kind of underwear made for coverage. To be specific, a thong, and a Lacey bra.

I considered screaming for help, but decided it might attract unwanted attention. Instead, I reached for the rope around my ankle, intent on untying it.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a familiar voice says. I look up.

Eugene.

End of. Chapter