A Glitch in the Virus

Chapter 3

               Soon there was files and papers across the dying floorboards in front of the candles and on top of the writing. She was going to find her answers even if she had to stay here until she found something worth writing down on the paperwork. After finding some pictures about the candles in her files, she dug through them again trying to find the rest of the papers about some sort of ritual that needed to happen? She kneeled back down onto the floor, making it creak and moan under her weight for a moment as she search the papers once again. The search came to a halt when her eyes landed on a paper explaining what the virus was, but then it changed to something about Wyatt. "Wyatt must be saved before his parents are brought to justice!" Was what stuck out to her the most, making her drop all the files she had in her hands onto the floor and grab that paper in seconds. As she sat there and read it, unknowingly to her there was someone peaking around the shelving unit staring straight at her.

            Wyatt's breath caught in his throat as he stared down at what looked like another human being in Wakeland City. This.... this isn't possible, is it? Are... are they real? His head spun with questions that all he could do was stand there behind the shelves like coward. His exhaustion and tiredness faded and was replaced with an odd mixture of excitement, yet fear and curiosity. When she began to stand back up and move around the room again, he ducked behind the shadows of the room, watching her from a distance silently taking in the details. Her intense almost black eyes stared down at the paper in front of her as she read the information. As he moved from her face, he watched her closely pace the room. Her soft hair fell and swept across her shoulders and back as she swayed slightly to an unknown song in her head that kept her moving. "That explains why I can't find any of my files and papers." he tried to keep his voice hushed as possible so he wouldn't startle her. He wasn't in any shape to fight anyone let alone another human being, if, IF, they were real. What was he saying! What the hell was he even thinking! Of course they had to be real! They had to be! "Only one way to find out." He gave himself some encouragement before he took in a hesitation breath and slowly came out of the shadows. As he left the safety of behind the shelving and the shadows, she didn't even notice or hear him. She was still too focus on reading the paper, that she didn't even hear his footsteps coming towards her. He slowly came to a stop not too far from the shelving unit, just in case he needed to make a run for the stairs again if they or whoever wasn't real like he was hoping they would be. Once he was in front of them and actually staring straight at them with nothing between them, he couldn't bring himself to speak. His voice was knotted in his throat, his stomach was flipping and turning, he couldn't speak. That is, until she suddenly stopped pacing feeling his gaze on her. He watched her lower the paper from her face and slowly began to look in his direction, his breathing coming to a straight halt making his stomach knot now. Once her eyes was fixed on his, he suddenly began to open his mouth but before he could utter anything out to her, she beat him to it.

"Who are you?"