Living vs Dying

Chapter 1.

Shuichi's POV
Slowly, I woke up. I was still laying, on the floor. Looking around, everything seemed so unusual. Rubble was piled up, one after another. How did it get this way?
"Shuichi," a mysterious voice, "Wake up, idiot."
At that moment, I recognised it, again. Turning my head towards her, I spoke.
"Maki, is that you?"

She nodded, slowly. A tear was forming, in her eyes. For the first time in while, Maki smiled. I couldn't help, but smile back.

Still, I was puzzled. What, exactly, happened here? Well, I was about to have that question answered.

"Kibo took a real risk there, after all we could have died, and we all would have been dead." Maki had that cold glare, in her eyes.
"What risk?" I asked.
"Your really don't remember?" Himiko spoke, for the first time. I, almost, forgot she was here.
"Wait!" My brain hurt, but I was able to recall it. To recall the tragedy, which befell us.
"I think I remember!" I practically yelled. It's, as though, I didn't want them to leave me, like
"Oh?" Himiko titled her head.

Helping me up, Maki held out her hand. A sly smirk was, once again, planted, on her face. She seemed glad, and, by what she said next, she was.
"I knew you wouldn't forget so easily." She said.
"I used my maaaaagic to help us! A float spell was perfect to use." Himiko tried being her bubbly self.

I tried not to cry, but I couldn't help shedding a tear. Everyone wanted to be, as normal as possible, but I could just see the pain, in their eyes.
When I began crying, they joined me. It was just too much to deal with. All of their friends have died. Rantaro, Kaede, Hoshi, Kirumi, Angie, Tenko, Korekiyo, Miu, Gonta, Kokichi, Kaito, and, well, maybe, Tsumugi.

We have know them, for so long. They have been with us through thick, and thin. Most importantly, we believed, in each other. Although people kept dying, we kept denying that anyone would kill people, especially at the start.

Looking at what once was our 'school', I felt relieved, in some way. If this never had happened, we wouldn't have met each other, but we, also, wouldn't have felt the pain of losing each other.
I just wish I could save them. They didn't deserve to die. Even if some people killed, they still didn't deserve this. Most people killed other, because they wanted dot get out, they felt like they had to get out. Honestly, I understand that need. I couldn't stand being there.

Somehow, I felt like the way we were going to go into would be worse. They had been watching this sick killing game.

People in the outside world would stop, at nothing, just to watch the killing continue. They don't want them to live. They just want destruction. Additionally, despair is like their drug. They can't get enough of it.

Trying to erase these thoughts, from my mind, a flow of anger overcame me. Why would people watch such a thing? Why would it full them with joy? Why would they like the feeling of despair?

I let out a sigh. Like the others, I didn't want to spread panic, but that was unavoidable. After all, what just happened was terrible, heartbreaking even.

Even so, they shouldn't stay around. If they do, they may get stuck in another killing game. Walking over to the gap, in the wall, they helped each other pile up even more rubble, like a steep staircase. Well, without the stairs part.

After building up, they managed to get out. The air was polluted. Coughing, they looked around. Maybe, the school was better, for them, than the outside world. It looked like, if you took one step out, you would die, from suffocating.
Himiko seemed droopy. She definitely needed some sleep, after this.

Although I believed we would die, I walked outside. It was like hell. No one capsule have lived, in this dump. I guess, Monokuma was right. He was right? I never thought I would believe Monokuma.
After all what happened, I think I'm going insane. The killing game was just to make people happy, right? Then, why is no one in sight? Is this another joke?

Honestly, I think I'm asking too much questions. I mean, it's okay we're out. This is what we have been longing for, but why do I feel so defeated, like I have been lied to.
I feel like a little child being promised a certain present. Then, not receiving it. Despair. They haven't gave up. Have they?
I felt Maki touch my shoulder. After Kaito's death, she has gains a small amount of empathy.
"If you lose it, Himiko will go insane. She has lost a lot of people, as well. You're our 'symbol of hope', because, without you, we couldn't have done all of this. You are a real detective." Maki growled.
I knew I couldn't ignore this.
"Thanks, Maki, I'll keep that, in mind." I smiled.
"I'm so tiredddd... let me sleep!" Himiko said, while dozing off, falling down, into my arms.
"Well, That was a close one!" I laughed, trying to forget about the pain I've just been through. Sorry, what we've been through.

We slid down some other rubble. Carrying Himiko down was harder than expect, after all I fell a lot, but, in the end, I managed to get her down, without a scratch, but I wasn't so lucky.
My face was bleeding. I made sure it was safe, by going first. Honestly, that was a mistake. Maki offered to go before me, but I insisted that, if she went, she wouldn't find the dangers, because she a master of stealth, even the holes, in the rubble, would not notice her, mostly because she's light, on her feet.

There was no one around. It was like a wasteland. Even if we called out, no one would answer.