“What are you talking about…?” Haruka murmured, looking inquisitively at me. A couple of light scratches were introduced to his medium coloured skin, leaving his pale red lips bleeding.
“Chloe! Chloe!” An anxious wail rose above the cries of grief and the whispers of the dry, lifeless wind, which seems to be the souls of the victims gliding swiftly past us.
The brown haired girl next to us stirred, blinking her lucid green eyes. “Mama…?”
The lady noticed and hurried towards her ‘child’ and embraced the little girl with tears pooling in her eyes. A small green cursor appeared over the woman’s head. Another NCP. My lips tightened with regret and I leaned on Haruka’s chest again whilst my STM and HP continued to sluggishly drop, one point by one point.
“At least you saved much grief from that woman,” Haruka pointed out.
Yeah… a NPC. She is not human. So is that little girl. My dull eyes flickered to his blue scarf and the blood stains on it. It was from my still bleeding arm. I parted my parched mouth and murmured in a hoarse voice, “Sorry for dirtying your scarf…”
“No worries. It is not mine. Its Ro–” he stopped himself abruptly, gazing at the sunset behind us.
It is Rosette’s huh… sorry Rosette, dirtied your scarf. Sorry Rosette, I could not save Anthony. Sorry Rosette, I could not save you…
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<<Gun Gale Online>>
Fanfiction"This cannot be real..." A small voice squeaked behind me. No one could believe this. Trapped in this depressing world of guns with no way out besides clearing the final chapter. Easier said than done. In this place, if you die here, you die for rea...
