Corpse Party - Ghost Whisperer [DISCONTINUED]

Cellphone?

Yuu POV

I slumped onto the side of the corridor, my breath escaping me. My lungs felt like they were being choked and thrown around. My chest felt hot and uncomfortable.

I slowly take off my bag and grab the last of my pain meds, shoving them down my throat and chugging some water with it. After that I drank the rest of the water, for the first time in my life, water is now my favorite drink.

My lungs clear up a bit and I can breath more properly. I sigh and check out my knee. It's bruised pretty bad, maybe I twisted it? Or is it broken? I poked it, making pain spread through my leg. I grunt as I move it. It's not broken, at least, just hurting like hell. It'll definitely slow me down though.

I lift my shirt and look at my hip, a giant purple bruise now implanted there. Damn, I hope there's no internal bleeding or I will die in this place. I think he fractured one of my ribs, so I have to be careful not to stress it too much.

I look at the ceiling. "I can't move like this... what do I do?" I asked myself.

Only answered by silence, I closed my eyes and took deep breath before I pushed myself upwards, pain spiking in my hip and leg and I stumbled on my feet. My head pulsed with pain when I did this, I clenched it, I wish the pain meds worked Instantly.

I look at my hand that I touched my head with and found more blood there. I grab the gauze and wrap my head up, I don't want to pass out just yet. I still have to find the other two children.

Wait... there was only three tongues, yet what about that creepy one that me and Rina ran into back in that one classroom, and tried to kill us with those pair of scissors.

Who was that little girl? I can tell she's a little different than the other children, but how? I shake my head, I'll get to that when I'm done with the others.

Just keep moving.

Amon POV

Zenka led us to he gym, which wastage open space with little things inside it. The stage had ripped red curtains on it, they had a weird rotting smell to them, like old fish.

Zenka sat up on the stage, swinging his legs. "So, you wanted to ask some questions?" He asked, looking at the stage behind him.

Rina frowned. "Yeah. You said before you survived in here for a long ass time, but how did you get here? Like we did?" She asked.

Rina looked terrible. Her hair was tangled a bit, and pulled in a pony tail. Her skirt was ripped at a part, where I could barely see part of her undergarments, which my eyes avoided. She had a bit of blood on her, but she looked fine.

"Yeah, I guess you could say I came here like you did, with a paper doll ritual thingy." He said while playing with his long, jet black hair.

"But, you were like, an elementary schooler back then, how did you survive?!" Nori asked, his arms crossed.

Zenka jumped up on the stage, walking back and forth in boredom. "I suppose I was just annoying to the ghosts because I've never been afraid of them." He said nonchalantly.

"Never been scared of them?! How's that even possible!?" I said quickly.

Zenka scratched his head. "Dunno. But creepy things like ghosts and zombies never really scared me ever since I was little, it's natural to me." He said.

What a weird kid. He says things that could make a normal man piss his pants easily. And he's always calm, never showing any fear, it's like he's immune to it. But that could be useful...

"What do you mean, the ghosts think your annoying?" Rina asked, sitting on the stage with a sigh.

Zenka stopped and put his hands on the back of his head, stretching and yawning. "It seems they don't wanna kill me anymore, which is boring! They gave up, which is really unsportsmanlike, don't you agree? C cup woman?" He asked Rina.