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LastLam3nt
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2 years, 7 months ago
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Chapter 4
Published 2 years, 7 months ago
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Basically a bunch of snippets I wrote that I can't really turn into full fanfics or connect to anything I have currently so they're just here and I wanted to share them.

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Warnings: possible character death (left up to interpretation), mentions of someone bleeding out

Chapter 4


Eversleeping town-a place where it’s either full of survivors and hunters participating in another game, or extremely barren like it was right now, except for one survivor. Stepping off of the tram, Becca let out a little hum as she stretched before walking along the town streets.

Most would’ve been intimidated by how silent it was when no one was doing a game here but not to the survivor, she enjoyed that silence. Plus it gave her a chance to think. Both of the good memories and when things went horribly wrong. Like now.

Chuckling to herself then wincing at the pain as Becca clenched her bleeding side, she continued walking throughout the map. The survivor already knew she was gonna bleed out since she had left the bandages she normally carries with her behind and she was fine with that.

Passing by the graveyard, Becca had considered letting herself bleed out there but turned down that suggestion after thinking about how it’d be way too cliche and ironic. Plus she wanted to be hidden so no one would find her and everyone would forget about her. A graveyard would make things way too obvious.

She was so zoned out in her thoughts that she didn’t even notice she was about to slip and fall into the basement until it was almost too late. Taking a moment to get her bearings, Becca smiled. Hardly anyone went into the basement on this map, it’d be perfect.

Carefully climbing down into the basement, she took a moment to adjust her sweater and shiver at how cold it was. All she could hope for though was that the cold didn’t stop a bleeding injury. As she sat down by one of the rocket chairs, a genuine smile that she knew no one would see crossed her face. And the last thing Becca heard before she collapsed and everything went dark, was someone calling her name.