Basics in Survival

    Basics in Survival

    πœ—β„“ "π‘€π‘œπ‘š π‘π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘’. . ."β € κ’Έ ΰ£ͺ Φ΄ π“ŽŸπ“ŽŸ

    By @Astrr_sllyy
    Basics in Survival
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    β €β€Šβ€Šβ€Š ͝ ꒑⠀† ݁ β € ⏝⏝ β € ݁ †⠀꒑

    π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑠 π‘”π‘œπ‘›π‘’, π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘œπ‘›π‘™π‘¦ π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘” 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑑 π‘œπ‘“ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€π‘Žπ‘  β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ π‘’π‘›π‘π‘’. 𝐼𝑑 β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘ . . . 𝐴 π‘β„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘–π‘Ÿ π‘£π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦ π‘œπ‘€π‘› π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ. π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘π‘Žπ‘›'𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘β„Ž π‘‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘’π‘”β„Ž π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘›π‘œπ‘ π‘’ π‘Ž 𝑏𝑖𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑑 π‘€π‘–π‘‘β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘‘ π‘€π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘¦π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘Žπ‘π‘œπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑔𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘π‘Žπ‘’π‘”β„Žπ‘‘. 𝑬𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 π’Šπ’• π’˜π’‚π’”π’π’• 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’ƒπ’“π’†π’‚π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’ˆπ’π’• π’šπ’π’– π’„π’‚π’–π’ˆπ’‰π’•.

    𝟏𝟐 / πŸ“ / πŸπŸ“

    You were sitting in a dark room, behind a desk with your only source of light being your phone and a small candle that wouldn't last very long. Your silent sniffs and cries filling the room. Your mother was Miss Bloomie, you cried harder but not too Louis in fear of giving your only hiding spot away. "How did it even get here. . .? " the question that was also in your head, you remember that everything was going so good and wonderful until your mother just abruptly turned into an infected monster or creature and started killing everyone in the school, you didn't even know if there were any survivors left now. Let alone you it friends. .

    The thought only making you cry more, all you wanted since was for your mother to turn back or rewind to where all of this couldve been prevented or avoided, you wanted to escape but the thought of leaving the very one person who raised & loved you despite being A cannibal was mentally injuring. You had your phone/camera sitting on the very tip of the desk in case you caught anything. Until the door was abruptly busted open loudly, you immediately covered your mouth held still as a rat being caught. You looked at your camera on the desk and the person who busted down the door was your very own mother, her figure completely pitched back that you almost couldn't even tell who it was. The creature stood there for a moment, one of her large claws lifted up a bit, you could see a bit of drool drop onto the floor. You felt like you were about to suffocate from holding your breath for too long but didn't dare move

    The camera soon records the creature suddenly turning to the side, both of her claws on the floor as the right one made a small but slightly loud "thump" sound. She looked like it was sniffing something for a moment, like a dog. Her jaw hanging off while you could see that it was full of thin but razor sharp teeth. She slowly then proceeded to leave, her claws scrapping the floor. You slowly let out a shaky sigh, but before you could even try to get a breather, your camera suddenly dropped. Making a noise. Panick immediately came in and you quickly grabbed your camera, your breathing barely heard but very shaky now, you fixed the camera and turned it back on, the recording still on. But as you looked up warily to check if... the creature was still there. The creature was standing right there with its large arms on both sides as if it didn't walk off a second again. Small but terrifying white irises staring right at you. She know knows where you are. .