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Horror oneshot: "Feral.." Part.2

"We feel most alive when we're closest to death."

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Pushing the feral away, Jimin ran to the door and joggled the doorknob, the feral struggling to get up with its broken leg.

Finally, Jimin opened the door and ran through it, shutting the door and panicked as he heard the feral (you) growling on the other side and banging on the door.

And when the doctors and nurses looked his way, his anxiety grew worse.

"Sir? Shouldn't you be in your room?" A nurse says, rubbing his back as he chuckled nervously, struggling to push the door because of how stronger the feral suddenly got.

"I think I'm f-fine now-" not until the door busted open and he hit his head, hard, on the floor.

"Oh my god! is he okay?!"

"Sir?"

"Ma'am? are you okay?"

"Why the hell is she acting like that?"

"Ma'am? Ma'a-aAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

"Holy shit! Get her off!"

"SHIT SHIT SHIT! HELP ME GET HER OFF!"

"I'm trying- oh shit! Fuck!"

"SHIT! GET OFF ME!"

"FUCK!"

And he passed out.
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Waking up and looking around the room, Jimin stood up on his feet and stumbled to walk towards the door.

He twisted the doorknob and stepped a foot outside of the room he ended up in.

Jesus Christ, it was horrible.

Blood splattered all over the ceilings, walls, doors, even the windows.

'What is this now? some zombie apocalypse bull?' Jimin thought consciously, leaning onto the walls for support while looking around cautiously and fearfully.

Rounding the corner, he noticed a vending machine just right up ahead. And coincidently, his stomach grumbled.

"Great, I'll just hope no ferals are around.." He mumbled, going in a surgery room and grabbing a scalpel.

Better to be safe than sorry.

Jimin fumbled with the knife and stepped out of the room, legs shaking slightly as he walked towards the vending machine.

Looking around the bodies scattered, he searched their pockets and found a few dollars, and a wallet.

'Does this count as stealing?' He thought, walking cautiously towards the vending machine and pushing in the 2$ in the slot.

'Now the fun part.'

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Waiting impatiently, Jimin looked around, still cautious yet impatient at the same time.

Picking up the bag of chips and soda, he quickly ate and drank them.

Then, he slowly yet carefully walked back into his room, hoping that the feral wasn't there.
Luckily, it wasn't. So he got his shit together and trashed around his room, hoping to find his clothes and a backpack, just in case.