Please Fix the Story!

Zombie Apocalypse 3

"Why'd they let YOU in?"

An angry shout stopped us in our tracks as we reached the center of the camp.

I paused, smiling. Ah, the nostalgic smell of unnecessary internal strife. NOW it feels like a proper post apocalyptic story. I raised a hand in greeting. "Hey there, kind and pleasant person, I'm Blaire!"

"Don't pretend like we're friends! You shouldn't be here!" The angry young man stepped closer, allowing me to get a better look at his face. His copper colored hair framed sharp, angular features, his brown eyes practically burning with rage as he tried his best to stare a hole through me.

He seems familiar.

Searching my character's memories, I was finally able to place him. Jason, the hero's best friend, who had gone to high school with my character. Before I could celebrate placing his identity, however, I felt a surge of deep terror flood through me. My heart beat wildly in my chest, a cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. I frowned, pushing back the feeling that weren't my own, but those from my character.

It's rare for emotions from the character to be this strong, even in the last world I was able to easily put away any feelings of the character I've taken over. Why is she so scared? I don't see anything in her memories that would warrant her being frightened of Jason. And why is he so antagonistic towards me?

As I stood there, trying to comb through what information my character knew about him, he had continued to rant. "Eric, what were you thinking accepting people like her?!"

Eric sent Hannah away with a smile, before turning towards his friend with a tired expression. "They have extra supplies and skills, both of which we're in desperate need of."

"We don't need HER!"

As they argued, Liam walked up to me, pulling an apple from his bag. "Want a snack?"

"Sure, these idiots might take a while, I'd hate to get hypoglycemic while they argue." Before I could say anything further, he pulled out a knife and silently started cutting the peel off.

"What are you doing?"

"Peeling the apple for you."

"Why?"

"..." He paused, looking honestly confused. "I'm not sure, but I feel like this would make you happy."

I couldn't help but shake my head in amazement. "I love apples, but I can't stand the peel. How did you know?"

"Really?" He grinned, continuing to peel. "My support husband instincts must be kicking in."

"You're very... optimistic."

"Thanks!"

I sighed. "Don't get attached, Liam. It won't end well." I thought of the heart wrenching pain I had felt when pressing "No" in the last world. That was just after 4 weeks. If I have to stay here years...

"It's okay. I already count myself fortunate being your lackey." His smile was bright, but his attention to the apple never wavered. "As long as you live well. I think I could die happy."

I shuddered. The habit was just too strong. A character casually mentioning dying in a story...such a red flag. "Try not to die. Happy or otherwise."

"Yes ma'am." He saluted, his silly expression making me feel less tense.

"Blaire! I'm talking to you!" Jason had finished arguing with Eric while Liam and I chatted and was obviously still furious.

I felt the same edge of fear from the character at the sight of him again, and pushed it back down with irritation.

"That must be so exhausting to be so angry all the time." I muttered quietly as I watched him approach.