Not Quite Dead // CrankGamePlays X Reader (COMPLETED)

Three

(___)= Name

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"Check it out." Ethan said, breaking the silence.

A small distance away there was a house. Ethan and I glanced at each other, relieved there could possibly be the supplies we were searching for.

I smiled at him, him returning the smile. We continued walking. "Do you think there's anyone there?"

"Not sure," he replied to my question, shrugging. "I don't see anything. But if I were in there I wouldn't want to be seen."

"I'm pulling my knife out." I told him.

Ethan glanced at me when we reached the houses' porch. "You ready? Don't immediately stab someone if they are there."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "How the fuck are you still alive?" I twisted the knob in an attempt to open the door, but it didn't budge.

"I have my ways." Ethan purred after a few seconds, grinning at me.

With that, he kicked the door. Then again. The third time his foot collided with the door it swung open. Ethan's face lit up, like a child seeing their presents under the Christmas tree, and looked at me proudly.

"Good job, Ethan." I couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction and held my hand up, him smacking it.

"High five!" He laughed then walked into the house.

I shook my head playfully and followed behind. I closed the door behind me, making sure no one could tell if we were here. Ethan turned around to me, pointing towards the kitchen.

"Do you think there's food?"

My stomach growled at the word, making me groan out of annoyance. "Might as well look." I responded with a shrug.

The two of us walked into the kitchen, immediately noticing the dried blood on the tiled floor. I bit my lip, averting my eyes.

"Stay close." Ethan told me, looking around the room.

"I was planning to." I stated as I went through the first few cubards.

Scoffing when I didn't see anything, I closed the cubard. I stood up and placed my hands on my hips as I thought.

"You can't find anything either?" Ethan asked, leaning against the counter.

"Nope," I replied, popping the 'p'. "Either there's nothing here, or it's hidden."

"Should we check upstairs?" Ethan asked.

I shrugged, but nodded.

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"(___)!" Ethan said, holding up a bag filled with many different foods.  "I found some!"

I let out a sigh of relief, walking over to Ethan. I looked inside it seeing containers of white rice, cans of beans, small bags of salt and sugar, what looked to be unopened spaghetti, nuts, jerky, and liquor.

"Oh my god!" I gasped as I saw everything. "This will keep us fed a really long time."

Ethan pulled out one of the bottles of alcohol. "Who cares about the food, I've got this!"

I rolled my eyes, smiling. "Sure, enjoy that while you have it-"

Hearing the front door slam shut, I froze. Ethan and I made eye contact for a moment, him standing up. From downstairs, we heard a group of people having a conversation, though it was muffled and we couldn't hear what they were saying.

"What do we do?" I whispered to Ethan.

His green eyes shifted around quickly in search of an escape. "The window? There's a giant ass tree right next to it, maybe we could climb it?" He pointed behind me, raising his eyebrows questionably.

I slowly walked to the window, trying to make as little noise as possible. "I think that'll work."

"I swear I hear something up here..." Someone in the other group muttered.

"How would anyone even be able to find this place?" A woman asked, sounding worried.

Their footsteps grew closer and closer as they made their way down the hallway. I wrapped my fingers around the bottom of the window, trying to pull it open. "Ethan," I groaned, turning to the boy. "It's stuck."

Ethan dropped the bag of food, running over to help me. The two of us tried to pull up the window, but it didn't budge.

The footsteps were nearly at the other side of the door. "Really, I hear something. I'm not going back down until I know nothing is here." The man said, a thick Irish accent now heard.

I took a deep breath then slammed my foot against the glass. Ethan's eyes widened as the noise echoed through the room. The footsteps in the hallway picked up, the door swinging open.

"Hey!" The man shouted at us.

I ignored him, kicking the window again. The man tackled Ethan, pinning him to the ground. "Ethan!" I shouted, pulling my knife out of my pocket. I left the slightly cracked window, rushing over to the two who were now wrestling. I threw my fist back, punching the stranger across the face.

I heard a click, immediately knowing what it was. Slowly turning my head away from the man and Ethan, I looked in the direction of the sound.

The woman, who looked a lot younger than I originally thought, was standing with a gun held in her hand. "Get away from him." She demanded, an accent obvious in her voice as well.

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Pretty sure you all know who the two people are but....cliffhanger! Dun dun dunnnnnn!

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