A Little While Longer (Identity V/ Single POV)

"The Exit Gate Is Open!"

Silence;
That's how the matches normally were, pits of silence that could drive anyone deeper into the endless road of insanity. The survivors all seemed to walk on. However, on this day, at this very moment, the silence was broken. Met with a loud, earth-shattering squeal of the exit gate siren around China Town. The sounds of fingers clicking against buttons and keys were all Naib could hear as the pain settled down from his aching head, having collapsed near the old rusty tracks of the ever-running tram cars that circled the ever-quiet town. His Slender Fingers Twitched a bit as his Eyes Slowly Opened, His Lashes Fluttering Against his Winter Chilled Cheeks and gathering His Thoughts in His Currently Hazy Brain. His Memories of the Former Events Slowly returned to him. He remembered decoding the last cipher, his nails clicking against the keys quickly, the pulse of the machine making his heart race across his chest until he hit the final keystroke, the siren wailing helplessly like a baby in its mother's arms. He Paused for a Moment to think about his own mother back in Nepal and what he would give to be in her arms once more; however, his daydreams were cut short as he was struck from behind, a set of claws scraping across his fabric covered back, only to reveal his pale skin as the class pulled the fabric away from his body.

Naib took off running, running as fat as his legs could carry him, his boots clicking against the rules below him as he ran towards the exit gate; he was almost there, just a little while longer. But of course, fate was never in The Mercenary's favor as His Knees Gave Out beneath his shaking form, His Body Slamming down in front of the iron rusted racks he had come to be in front of. Knocked down the ripper's foggy blades and left to bleed out before his very eyes, he could still feel the blood dripping down his dusted green sleeveless hoodie. Even as he pondered, now he could feel the cool breeze blowing against the open wound. He had to get out of there, the hunter having left him behind, wanting him to suffer a twisted fate of despair only to be met with the fact that he would never wake up again. He had to move; he had to find help. His hand twitched once more as the sleep fluttered from his loveable hazel eyes. He grasped at the tile below him, nails sinking into the cracks as he began to draw his wounded form toward the gate, blood seeping from his hood, leaving a blood-covered trail behind him. With each winded breath, he became closer and closer to his goal—a goal of freedom, a goal of hope, and a goal for a better future. He had to stay alive to protect his friends. The people who stood beside him during these hellish matches were the ones who helped him in his times of need, the ones who he had learned to depend on. They were family to him. He Drags His Body across the Tracks Making his way down the exit gate tunnel, he felt his heart start to beat with its abnormal purple light. The Hunter Was Near; however, he wouldn't let them win today, nor would he ever. Naib quickened his pace, grabbing at tiles further and further back to drag himself faster. He felt the swelling of relief fill his body just as a set of claws rushed past his head.

Naib Subedar Lived to See Another Day.