III- thanks a lot

20.9K 1K 632
                                    












As (Y/n) packed her bag, she tried to keep all the stuff she had to bring as limited as possible so she could fit it all in her one large case.

Clothes, toiletries, books, chargers, some photos, her identity card and her uniform had all been stuffed into the case.

It had been a week since her birthday and it was the day before she'd be leaving for A.L.F.E.. She had bought all of her uniform a few days ago with her parents, notably the color of a student's pullover and blazer corresponded with their strain so (Y/n)'s was a muted blue.

(Y/n) had been so excited to go to A.L.F.E. her whole life, she'd heard a million stories from her parents, most of which were about each other. She knew they were both eager for her to find someone there too and for most of (Y/n)'s childhood she though she would.

Any joy within the excitement was shattered when (Y/n) learned of her status, leaving behind just the raw nerves. An unifected student going into that place was like an antelope entering a den of lions.

These were all people her age who had only just discovered their status or had been given it in the past three or four years at most. Most of them would be single and in an environment where they were literally being taught about how to navigate the very tricky thing that was romance in this society... It was rare to walk out of there without a little bit of trauma sprinkled in.

It wasn't out of the ordinary for students or faculty to get murdered, but that could be said about most anything.

It was another one of those things that (Y/n) was told she'd come to understand when she was older, but her liberation from the infection allowed her to see just how messed up it was.

Kidnapping the one you love in response to them not loving you back and then killing anyone who got in your way was not... Sound. But it was dreadfully normal. Everyone had either been in a situation like this or knew someone who had, the fact that this was so common had terrified (Y/n) before and did so even more now that she knew she was uninfected.

But (Y/n) also recognised the benefits other than pleasing her parents that came with attending A.L.F.E.- she could hopefully learn the methods that could potentially be used against her if she was ever seen as a potential love or a potential target. It would also help throw her parents off the scent of her being uninfected, she didn't want them to lock her up until she was unresponsive like Gerry.

(Y/n) knew she likely wouldn't last the full four years there, one of the major signs of uninfection was being physically weaker. This wasn't to say (Y/n) was naturally weak, she had a regular amount of strength but having the infection elavated this strength. Better hearing, eyesight and dexterity would also come to those with infection. She could ride off with being a 'late bloomer' for a year or so at maximum, and also just try to avoid physical confrontation.

'Done... Finally.' (Y/n) pushed down the top of the case to try and zip it up. She sighed and looked to the set of clothes she had laid out for tomorrow. There weren't any classes on the first day so she didn't need to wear the uniform, it was mainly for unpacking and settling in some before being thrust into school life there.

'Until tomorrow..' She thought wistfully.

















"You must call us everyday!" (Y/n)'s dad said as he squeezed her tightly. They were standing outside the main building of A.L.F.E., having just taken (Y/n)'s case out of their car.

"I-I'll try, dad-!" (Y/n) felt her breath being taken away with how tightly he was holding her, a tap on the shoulder from Danielle was enough to make him let her go.

infected ((yandere x reader))Where stories live. Discover now