My Love from my Photograph

Part 17

(Y/n)'s POV

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........................................................ Wake up.

Is this supposed to be another dream?

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(Y/n). (L/n).

Wake up!

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I immediately jump up from another.. dream? What's happening?

I can feel myself yelling inside, wanting to wake up in such an urge.

I look down at the blanket and soon realize that I'm at Emily's again. But what is going on this time that I ended up here again? The lights at the ceiling starts to get dimmer and blink a few times before it goes completely off.

My body starts trembling vigorously, not from the dark, but the falling temperature inside there.

"Miss Emily?" No one's answering. Perhaps she went out to get herself lunch? Or dinner?

"Miss Emily?" I call out for her again, but there's no response from the outside. I get off the bed and the cold floor meets with my bare feet, which makes me feel more chillier.

I look out the window and find that the sky has already turned dark. How long have I been in here? My shoes are just in front of the bed, I grab for them and put them on before deciding to leave her place.

I look around for Miss Emily but she doesn't seem to be here. Even the doors are creaking in an eerie way as I gently push them open. What's more unusual, the hallways of the survivors' building are always crowded and liven up. But today, there's no one here, perhaps it's already midnight when they're all fast asleep? Where is Miss Emily then?

Something isn't right here, some of the survivors' doors are flung open, but only to be filled with darkness inside them. Where is everyone?

I can feel my breathing pace getting stronger, I try to hold my breathe and make myself breathe slowly. I come across Mr. Aesop's room, perhaps Miss Emily is at Mr. Aesop's for a while?

My shaky hand knocks on the door, I take a deep breathe before I ask him,"Mr. Carl? Is Miss Emily at your place?" There's no answer. I carefully turn the door knob and enter the room.

I am in total shock to see the view in front of me. Miss Emily is standing inside one of Aesop's coffins, she's tied up inside it. She looks stressed out, her hair is a total mess and parts of her dress ragged.

"Miss Emily!" I whisper to make sure that she's the only one who hears me. She tilts up her head in response. I make sure I don't make too much noise as I rush over to help untie her.

Both of her hands are firmly tied in a piece of cloth stained with blood. "How did this happen..." I mutter to myself as I try to untie her. "Mmm! Mmm!!! Mmm!! Mm-mmm!!!" She's trying to say something with her taped mouth.

"Huh?" I don't get her, but suddenly she starts shaking her head forcefully, and her pupils shrinking at one certain direction. I follow her eyes but to meet up with Mr. Aesop who's carrying a coffin and aiming it at me.

"Agh!" The blow send me rolling to the corner of the room, my body stop as I hit the edge of a table near me. "Ow..."

"Stay away... from... my... Emily..." He says in a low voice. He walks over with the coffin in his hands, as I struggle to get myself up despite being dizzy. "Stay... Away... From... My Emily...." He slowly raises his coffin up to his head, I close my eyes in fear and use my hands to cover my head.