hear no evil
see no evil
speak no evil
Evil surrounds everything and everywhere they're going. It makes it hard to see. Hard to think. Hard to hear. Hard to talk. What do you do when you wake up, completely devoid without those things? Without direc...
We stopped, for a moment after all the chaos and panic. To take a breather, I guess. I wasn't worried as we quietly wandered through this... Seemingly endless forest. With the girl on my arm, having me directing her, and listening to the forest. The wind, the leaves crunching beneath my feet as I walked, the sounds of birds singing, I could get lost in it. It's the beauty of simplicity, I guess.
Maybe this would be less chaotic and fast paced then the last challenge? Whatever that challenge it meant... What did the voice call them? 'Chapters', I guess.
I'm pulled from my thoughts by the boy, him holding his arm out in front of me, jolting me and the girl to a stop. I looked at him quizzically, confused. He gestured forwards, to an abandoned cabin, covered in overgrowth. "Found a place to stop for a bit." He said clearly, and the girl perked up.
"Hey, maybe they'll be clues in there?" She said, only to realize her suggestion fell on deaf ears and a muted voice. "Ah, damn. I hope you agree, at least, Mute." She hoped, and I nodded. Mute. I guess I technically had a name now, huh? I watched as the deafen boy forced the vine covered door open before going inside. I hesitantly entered after the boy, the girl still on my arm.
The cabin was neat and tidy, too much so for anything so overgrown on the outside. The room we immediately entered was a living room, barely touched by time it seemed. It had a plush couch, a bit dusty but still in good shape. I sat on it with the girl, scanning the other parts of the room and looking carefully at the strange cabin.
An old tv, one with knobs people would turn to change the channel or volume. A coffee table, with old magazines neatly stacked on top of each other, with a mug right beside them. An old, worn circle rug right under the table. Filing cabinets, stacked on top of one another, up to the ceiling, most anywhere furniture wasn't apart from the entrances and exits of the room, and not blocking the tv. Occasionally there was bits of paper and pen sitting around. Apart from the filing cabinets and the paper though, it was vaguely cozy, like if visiting great grandma for some cookies and milk. It was strange though, at least to me. Why would some place like this need so many filing cabinets and paper? What were they keeping so... Disorganizingly ordered?
I hesitantly stood, deciding to look through one of the cabinets. It was just... Names. Endless names and numbers, things I didn't understand. I tried to take a file out, try to look for stuff besides names and numbers, but immediately tried to shut my hand inside, and I flinched, almost falling back out of shock. I took a deep breath, deciding to try another cabinet.
"What are you looking for?" The girl finally spoke, trying to walk over to me. Though, she couldn't see the table, and almost crashed into it, only stopped by the boy.
"Don't do that." He explained, finally noticing what I was up to. "Uh... I'll help. But, you can't read now, huh? Just stay on the couch." He grumbled, gaining a deep scowl from the girl as she was guided back to her seat.
After what felt like years, I found a file that was more familiar feeling. "See no, run 11, F, Age, 17", the label read. I hesitantly picked it up, and it let me. I sat next to the girl, opening it carefully.
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The picture matched the girl, minus the eyes. Hers were grey, almost milky. It also read 'Model citizen,' along with other letters and numbers, covered by the word "defunct" in big block letters. What's a defunct anyways?
I read through the rest, but it was mostly describing why she was 'defunct' now. Something about mental health, and how up until her condition was discovered, she was a model citizen in everyway. I didn't understand, just looking for her name.
I finally found it. Sort of. 'Gene pool: Sullivan.' That's practically a last name, yeah? I quickly waved the boy over, showing him what I found.
"Sullivan, eh? You're now Sully." He declared, to which there was little protest.
"I prefer Sullivan." She commented idly. "Have either of you found yours yet?" She asked. I shook my head, before realizing with all the spare pens and paper laying around, I could finally relay her message. I did exactly that, smiling as much as I could in my current condition.
"Oh, no. We're working on it, though, Sully." He assured. "Uh, I'll keep looking. You guys go look for food, or something." He told us, and I nodded, helping Sullivan up by the arm.
"Let's try to find the kitchen, yes?" Sullivan said, smiling kindly as I walked with her. The name fit pretty well, in my opinion. Formal, and classy, just like her. "Maybe we'll find more clues along with food, dear."
...I still don't think we prepared for what was in there, anyways.
