" john？ "
that single word cut through the air like glass. had it not been the very recognisable of your wife speaking, maybe you wouldn’t have frozen up so sharply.
she spoke again, seeing that it worked. she knew that it wouldn’t be long before you started off again—&, as usual, her intuition was correct.
you hadn’t even glanced back at her as she spoke your name in a shaky voice, in a futile attempt to divert your attention from the unfortunate & injured survivor you were chasing down to slaughter.
it hurt her to see you so impassive about another’s life. back at home, you always cared about others’ wellbeing, not being so ruthless with them like how you were now。。。
a shaky inhale.
" john, please, this— this isn’t you. "
。。。
again, you didn’t look back, although you did falter in your steady stride.
she took this as a sign to act.
taking a shaky breath, jane propelled herself forwards, trudging through the thick bushes & flora you’d partially carved a path through。 she followed the corrupted path your footsteps naturally left behind as a trail to decipher your location through the dense woods, & just as she reached you you had broken out into a vast clearing.
the survivor you had been chasing was now only a few meters away from you, with blood gushing out of their abdominal wound at a sickening rate—she knew she needed to act fast if she were to prevent you from taking another innocent life.
without a second thought contributing to thinking about how dangerous this stunt was, jane sprinted forwards, wrapping her arms around the mutation of an arm you now dragged along the ground, specifically the arm that had been completely overtaken by the corruption that ravaged your body & that had been converted into a massive spike, used only for killing & harming only.
she then leaned her body backwards, clutching the weapon of an arm against the front of her torso as she did so; attempting to take a few steps back, yet resorting to dig her feet into the ground as her steps backwards were deemed futile by your strength working against them.
she tried again, only this time her voice wavered much more than she’d have liked it to. tears threatened to spill down her cheeks as she craned her neck to look up at you.
" j— john, please。。。 snap— snap out of it。。 this— this isn’t you。。。 "