Errored! A Glitched Sequel

Chapter Two: Confessions and Anger

Candy bars weren't exactly a healthy food, but we planned on staying another night at the hotel so we would conserve our good food for days we spent walking. Even if that meant being hungry for the rest of today. It's not like hunger was uncommon for us anymore. I can still picture all the food at Autumn, the huge buffets of food, sandwiches, muffins, bacon, pancakes, and pizza. I tried to think of something else as my stomach growled in a pinching protest.

We all had finished up whatever chocolatey snack we had and sat in the breakfast area of the hotel, across from the lobby. The breakfast bar still had moldy muffins and bagels, and even mini boxes of cereal that we looted and shoved in our duffle bag full of food. Cry said that after we all talked we would go into the kitchen and get whatever we could find. I hoped there was be a huge surplus of cereal boxes untouched. A dream come true. But first came the talking. I had to tell them what happened.

"So," Cry began, grabbing everyone's attention. My shoulders went rigid and heart beat quickened. "(Y/N) wants to tell us something."

All eyes shifted to me. My chest rose and fell in an unnerved breath, "Uh, yeah, I do. Look, I know that since... you know... things have been a lot different. I'm sorry that I haven't told you this sooner. I'm so sorry." I looked at the floor, trying to get control of my breathing, "Cheyanne's dead."

I didn't look up, but I could still imagine their shocked faces. Though, they could have imagined that Cheyanne was dead after the massacre, the conformation was stressing.

"How?" Minx was the first to ask after a long drone of silence. Her voice was low, hardly shattering the lack of noise that had surrounded us.

"I don't know," I answered truthfully, "I was running."

I skidded to a halt, gasping. I dropped down next to the body, my gun dropping from my hands.

"Trying to look for survivors. But, there were so many bodies on the ground."

"Cheyanne!" I nearly yelled, shaking her corpse. She didn't move.

"And I just saw her. She wasn't breathing. And she was covered in blood."

"Oh my god! Cheyanne!" I tried again, jerking her shoulder back and forth. I looked at the rest of her. Her shirt was soaked in blood, including my hand from shaking her.

"I tried waking her up, but she wasn't breathing."

I reeled back, Turning to the side and throwing up, desperately trying to wipe the blood away. I heard a scream. It was a man. My breath hitched. Cry.

"That's when I heard a scream, and I thought it was Cry. So, I left her. I had to. But, there was a Glitcher."

I lunged for my gun, risking one last glance at Cheyanne. I lingered on her for a moment before I whipped my head around, ready to run in Cry's direction. There was a Glitcher standing right in my path. It looked angry.

I raised my gun and shot at it. It moved out of the way at lightning speed, lunging at me. I gasped and dived down, falling onto a man who had burns all across his body. He wasn't alive. I gagged and rolled off of him, the stench of burning flesh up my nose.

The Glitcher got its whip out while I was trying to get off the man. I stood up, only to be knocked down again by the whip catching my arm. I yelled out and shot at it more. One caught it in what I assumed to be its shoulder. It let out an animalistic screech, making me jump back.

While it was distracted, I shot at it more. It dodged each one, like it new where it was going to be. I kept shooting until the gun clicked. To my horror, it was empty.