Super YouTube Ronpa 2

Not the Only Survivor

Felix walked in a straight line, as always.

Never to the right.

Never to the left.

Always straight ahead.

Of course, it was tactic. If he didn't walk straight ahead, he'd be lost. From the very beginning since he'd left the convention, he'd only walked straight ahead. It wasn't the most successful tactic, seeing as the friends he was searching for could be anywhere on this Earth, and there he was, walking no where but straight. Not to mention the fact that he had to climb up hills, climb down trenches and make his way through rapidly moving rivers. But he was too afraid to walk anywhere else. If he couldn't find his friends, he at least wanted to be able to return to the convention, despite how much he despised the very thought.

However, the idea wasn't looking too badly. He had been bearing this desolate eviorment for over three months now. Yet not a single other living being had shown itself, let alone the people he was looking for. Felix was prepared to give up if he didn't find someone soon.

The Swede let out a sigh as he came upon a forest. It was the first one he had seen since being trapped. It should have been exciting, but Felix was too worn out to get his hopes up, even if rare groups of trees like this were the only reason he was breathing oxygen and alive at this moment. It was still an unnessacary obsticle.

Felix walked through the forest for about twenty minutes, not that he was aware of the time. He looked around at the treetops as he thought. He'd been traveling for quite a long time that day and it was probably time for him to at least rest for a while.

The blonde sat against a tree trunk. It was covered in dust and what was possibly soot, but by this point he didn't care. Slowly and cautiously, he allowed his tired eyes to close.

...

Bam.

Suddenly, Felix was on the ground, with something, or possibly, hopefully even someone on top of him.

"Who are you? Tell me, tell me! Who are you?!" A familiar voice shouted from directly above.

The voice was too familiar to let go. It was a voice known only from inside the convention. Felix's eyes shot open to look at his captor, seeing that the familiar voice belonged to a familiar face.

"J...Joey?" Felix squeaked out, feeling that this encounter was too good to be true.

Joey's face softened along with his grip on the Swede. "Felix?" He questioned.

"Y-Yeah, it's me." Felix answered, close to tears.

After so long, it felt so amazing to just see another human being. That moment was the one that made all that searching worth-while. He was able to help one more person survive.

Joey imediately jumped up and offered his hand out to Felix, whom accepted it gratefully.

"But, why? You were the only winner. You were the only one who was allowed to stay and live. Why are you all the way out here?" Joey bombarred the Swede with questions.

"I...I couldn't just leave everyone out here to die while I was going to live. It wasn't right...so I came looking for everyone. The convention is way back that way." Felix responded, pointing back the way he had come.

"That's...that's really brave, Felix." Joey said, a gentle smile on his face.

Felix returned the smile and took a step backwards, observing the changes in the blonde. Joey Graceffa and he both looked the same. Dirty, disgusting, twenty times skinier, and in desperate need of a shave.

"Did you find anyone else out here?" Felix asked after a few moments of silence had passed between them.

"Well, I found one person..." Joey responded, a bit quieter than he had been before.

"Really? Who?" Felix asked, it was now his turn to radidly ask questions.

"Tyler." Joey stated solemnly, as if it wasn't a huge deal he had actually found someone in this disturbing, desolate world.

"What? Where is he?!" Felix asked, growing excited.

Joey said nothing as he reached into his back pocket, pulling something out in his fist. He opened his hand to reveal a pair of black framed square glasses with cracked lenses.

"Somewhere far away from here. When I first found him he was close to dead. He fell into this huge ditch and broke...well, everything. I heard him scream and climbed down. It was too late though,he was bleeding too badly. I...I..." Joey couldn't continue his story as he began tearing up.

"Oh. I'm...I'm sorry." Felix mumbled, looking down at the ground.

"So am I. But, anyways, did you find anyone else?" Joey asked, wiping tears from his cheeks.

"No, you're the first." Felix responded.

"Well...now what?" Joey questioned, expecting a plan from the man who had traveled away from safety just to save his friends.

"I don't really know. I guess we keep going and trying to find the others." Felix said, comepletely unsure of how to answer the question.

Neither of the men said a word for a few minutes afterwards, until an idea popped into Joey's head.

"We should go back to the convention." The blonde said confidently.

"What?!" The other male exclaimed in surprise.

"Well, there's two of us. Together we should be able to get in the building and take down whoever was behind that stupid radio. Then maybe from there we can figure out where everyone else was dropped off, or even where they are now!" Joey explained.

"Yeah...yeah, you're right!" Felix practically shouted. Actually, he felt somewhat stupid he hadn't thought of that before he had left the building in the first place.

"Well...lead the way!" Joey said happily.

For the first time in months the two felt ambitious, daring, hopeful even. They had a greater chance of survial now then they had even before they were wisked into the wilderness.

Felix shot Joey a grin then turned around the way he knew was the large building that was once his prison, but was slowly turning into a beacon of hope.

Survivors: 2 to 7