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❁ Disease had spread. People were catching it faster than the autumn wind could blow. The only choice to try and contain it was to put the sick in one place.
That's what we did. You, trying to be helpful, went in to try and take care of everyone. You wrapped a bandanna around your face, to try and avoid contact and disease from spreading.
You just gave the last person some water. Behind you, you heard the sound of something move quickly. Metal banged against the side of the wall. You knew something wasn't right.
You took a deep breath, and pulled out your gun from beside you. You quickly turned around and stood up. Pointing the trigger at the noise maker.
Your jaw dropped under your 'mask'. Although the other person couldn't see.
John Murphy smiled with the gun still in his hands.
"y/n?"
"Murphy? I thought I would never see you again, after that night,"You said. Mumbling the last part.
That night you saw your best friend almost get killed in front of you. and you also lost him after he was banned from camp. You never got to say goodbye. This was the moment that put you in a deep depression.
You pulled the bandanna down so he could see you smile. Another reason being, you were so in shock you felt as if you couldn't breathe.
"y/n, your nose," Murphy came closer.
"What-" You touched under your nostrils, and felt the harsh coldness of blood.
You felt dizzy.
You felt your knees give out.
Life seemed to be going in slow motion as Murphy jumped to catch you. Dropping the gun in the process.
He held you in his arms as he stood up.
You touched his blood covered cheek, and closed your eyes.
