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Friday 24th November ~ 6:04am

Mark's POV:

I stumbled, wandering aimlessly for hours.

After reaching the end of the hallway and leaping up a flight of stairs I'd found myself in a desolate warehouse, which led out into nothing but trees in all directions. We were in the middle of nowhere.

I couldn't even tell if we were in the same country anymore.

I had to stumble through the forest, dusk overtaking most of my vision. Though my poor eyesight might've also been a product of my head hitting the concrete too hard.

It was hard to tell.

The head pain combined with the way stomach growled as though I hadn't eaten in days meant my body was ready to collapse in on itself. The bitter cold stinging my skin and the exhaustion demanding I give up didn't help, and I was soon having trouble putting one foot in front of the other.

But I did it anyway.

I hobbled my way down a narrow dirt road in the near darkness with no indication of where I was headed and no guarantee I'd see the next day. I should've given up. I wanted to let myself give up.

But I couldn't let the beaten and broken man in my arms die.

Not after everything.

Jack needed a hospital as fast as I could get him to one, and following a road increased our odds of surviving since paths tended to lead to civilisation. That was the only idea I had, anyway.

That and I thought that by some miracle somebody would drive by and take pity on us.

I'd have gotten into any vehicle that offered at that point.

But it was just my luck that nobody happened to be out in the middle of nowhere at stupid o'clock in the morning. The more I walked the more that realisation seemed to mock me.

Though even if anyone was around I wasn't sure if they'd stop anyway. I looked like a homeless man carrying a corpse.

And so, with no other option, I just kept going.

Trudging along with my hope dwindling.

Pushing myself so hard that I was beginning to lose all the sense I had left.

The trees began to resemble the silhouettes of freakish monsters. Every twig snap sent me into a manic state of increased paranoia.

The world around me became all the more terrifying.

In my delirious state my mind wandered to Dark and Anti, since I needed someone to blame for how awful I felt.

I began to hope they'd burn in Hell.

With any luck they had killed each other and that was the end of everything. I was not ready to get pulled back into their bullshit.

Nor was I ready to let Jack get even closer to death than he already was.

As this thought crossed my mind the sun started to peek over the horizon, illuminating the world around me in a golden glow. I squinted.

A shape in the distance caught my attention.

I squinted harder.

"Holy shit..."

A house.

A small house had came into view.

At first I thought maybe I was imagining it. A hallucination brought on by the exhaustion and hysteria maybe.

Yet as I trudged closer and it became clearer, my heart leapt in my aching chest. Safety.

Safety was directly in front of me.

I sped up, forcing my tired joints into overtime for his sake. I couldn't allow my legs to give up on themselves.

Not now.

I didn't care that the house was small, old fashioned with greenery growing along the walls. In that state I'd have taken a tiny shack as a victory.

"Nngh..."

I glanced down at him, flinching at the sight of all the blood coating my arms, staining my shirt and Jack's temporary bandage. He could've passed as a dead man.

"We're here Jack, we're gonna be okay." I insisted, stepping up to the front door.

More for myself than anything else.

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