yanderes x reader [scent of the dead]

chapter thirteen: strategy saves lives

(Y/n) POV, flashback to half a week before Toby~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I walk along with Cherit, she barely speaks to me anymore, just mumbling about los muertos and my bite, anyone we come across just...she doesn't show mercy to anyone.

"Just a few days away...they're just a little farther..."
Cherit says, I sigh at her mumbles, I can't stand the road anymore, I want to just be there already.

"I miss home..."
I whisper.

"Me too (y/n), but we have to get to denver, its our last hope, they must have a way to cure this...they have to."
Cherit says.

We keep walking for a little while, but after about an hour after our 'talk', cherit stops dead in her tracks, hearing an all too familiar warped cry.

"Faker...(y/n), status."
Cherit whispers, I let my eyes roam the areas near the streets, and I spot an old garage, perfect for hiding from fakers.

"There, garage."
I whisper, the warped cry comes closer as Cherit and I silently make our way towards the small garage.

Once in, I realize this place wasnt as abandoned as I hoped, theres a man in here, but he looks...infected, his arm and left leg are covered in a dark ooze, similar to rotting blood, but hes still breathing, the poor man is turning into a clawed..

"Oh god..."
Cherit mumbles, staring at the suffering man, he takes quick notice of us, wheezing small breaths and staring at us with eyes that are glossing over.

"Hey....help...p-please!!"
The man says, raising his voice higher than what youd think they could in his state, loud enough to alert the faker outside, as a loud warped shriek is heard from across the street from us, and the loud thumps of its misshapen legs hits the concrete street, making its way towards the garage.

"Godamnit...! (Y/n), we need to hide..!"
Cherit says, looking around, she spots a truck across the building, one of the doors are open and the windows arent broken.

"There! Let's go!"
Cherit says, grabbing my hand, but I stand in my tracks, staring at the suffering man on the floor.

"Cher, hes hurting! We need to put him out of his misery before he turns..!"
I say.

"I-i...I cant do that, you know that, (y/n)...!"
Cherit pulls my arms to get me to run towards the truck, but I stand my ground.

"Hes in pain! I won't let him suffer!"
I yell, the fakers warped cries are almost directly at the door of the garage now.

"Godamnit (y/n)...get in the truck, I'll do it.."
Cherit says, I nod and sprint to the truck, closing the door behind me.

I wait for a scream from the man, but instead I hear a warped roar, but not from the faker...it sounds like it's from a clawed, I hold my breath, worried of what I just sent Cherit to kill, the cry of the faker reaches in the garage, and Cherit isnt heard anywhere, I dont dare peek from my seat, I just lie on the floor of the truck and wait. After what feels like forever, the car door opens slowly, I peek from my hiding spot, expecting to see the face of my death, but instead I see the one of my savior.

"They're going to call more muertos to this area, we need to leave."
Cherit says, quietly opening the glovebox and searching, surprisingly enough, theres a set of keys in it.

"Looks like we're lucky.."
I say, moving to the front passenger seat, cherif puts the key in and revs up the engine.

"Dont say that just yet, we still have to make it out without the faker calling in a dozen muertos."
Cherit says, I hold the top of the car, knowing what she'll do. Cherit slams on the gas and speeds straight out of the garage, the sounds of the faker and clawed echo the buildings as we drive as fast as possible.