This was it. This was the end. You were sure of it. You were slouched against the wall in some greenhouse-looking building within Nevermore's grounds, the plants within it long dead; you'd hoped the smell of rotting plants would disguise your own. You'd been attacked by a group of undead when your guard was down, and hurt. Somehow, not bit, but a gash in your abdomen was still problematic.

You didn't have a clue what to do. The wound was open and bleeding steadily, despite your attempt to slow the flow by wrapping the torn sleeve of your shirt around it. Alone, scared, and getting increasingly light-headed, you didn't know what to do. Were you supposed to do something? Or just sit there and accept that this was it? You had wanted to get inside Nevermore, knowing that the Outcasts students and staff had used it as a base.

A moment later, you found your thoughts broken by the sound of footsteps. They were swift and soft, not like that of a zombie's, whose footsteps tended to drag heavily across the ground. But that wasn't exactly reassuring. You tried not to gasp in pain as you pressed yourself as close to the wall as you could, trying to be as small as you could.

Soon after, the footsteps stopped, and a short girl with braided hair stood in the doorway wearing a Nevermore Uniform, what looked like an axe clutched in her hands. She scanned the room, subsequently spotting you huddled in the corner. For a moment, she simply stared, observing your state. Then she approached.

"Let me see it."

She told you, her voice level and quiet. A look of confusion crossed your face, and Wednesday rolled her eyes.

"The wound. Let me see it."

The Addams girl clarified, crouching down in front of you. She placed the axe down on the ground, waiting silently for you to show you the wound.