a creature so overwhelmed by the sense of regret, they now stalk the lands with the hopeless sense of reconciliation it’ll never receive.
sixer’s finger glided across the page, underlining the text she read with invisible lines. her eyes skimmed across the page, taking in every word. the document she was reading was about her dear friend, noob—it would have been more accurate to use past tense in that sentence, yet sixer wasn’t the weak-willed sort. she was adamantly reading through every single scrap of document she could find on her friend, whom had since become a killer in this forsaken land; a heartless beast, slaughtering many by day & night. sixer hadn’t had a good chance to approach noob & make an attempt at reconciliation because of this, but she wasn’t going to give up, oh no.
because she was going to get noob back.
no matter what she had to do.
remorse, that was the thing. remorse riddled noob’s body, every inch of it, invading their mind & controlling their actions. sixer was the root cause of the deep sense of regret messing with noob’s mind, due to the fight the two had before entering forsaken. noob had yelled at sixer, sixer had lifted noob off of the ground by the front of their shirt & had even socked them in the face; things weren’t all too good back then, but both regretted their own actions. noob’s remorse had taken them down a whole nother path, however…which was committing mindless slaughter until the day that they could finally find peace within themselves finally came. if there was a god still somewhere out there, he had definitely abandoned noob a good while ago.
“ms. sixer? ms. sixer??? can you tell me where we’re going?? back to camp, right? ms. sixer??? please talk to me..”
one of the younger survivors, a small red kid called c00lkidd was tugging at the bottom of sixer’s jacket. he had tagged along with her during her scavenger run, yet now as dusk was setting it was crucial that they got to camp before nighttime properly fell & they both fell into the hands of some rogue killer out there. sixer was hiding herself & c00lkidd behind a brick wall, eyes scanning the vicinity for any signs of a killer as a precaution. c00lkidd was abruptly cut off mid-sentence as sixer clapped a hand over his mouth, sixer holding her breath as a killer passed by—lumbering, staggering.
noob.
tears steamed down noob’s face. no matter how monstrous they got, no matter how many they slaughtered, the memory of their & sixer’s fallout repeatedly played in their mind, seared into their brain like an iron brand on a cow’s back. their hands were bloodshed, eyes wide & pupils dilated to the point of appearing as pinpricks, their sclera terribly bloodshot as if they hadn’t blinked in days. they lumbered past sixer’s & c00lkidd’s hiding-spot like some sort of twisted giant, arms swinging as their shoulders were hunched over & back was slumped.
CRACK.
noob’s head suddenly jerked upwards, posture stiffening. the sudden, loud noise pierced through the dark air like a bullet, hitting noob’s ears in an instant.
c00lkidd had stepped on a twig. he let out a fearful whine against sixer’s hand, & sixer herself stiffened. she quickly bent over next to c00lkidd, whispering to him urgently to run. run away & don’t turn back. don’t stop running until you reach camp.
c00lkidd turned & fled. noob was already lumbering over to the wall, & sixer soon found herself cornered. the wall wasn’t the most convenient place to hide. it was more of an open-air rectangular room with one short side missing, & through there was where noob showed up.
tears slid down their face, profuse & neverending. their eyes locked onto sixer’s face, immediately recognising their beloved friend.
bloodshot eyes refused to blink under fresh moonlight.
a hand, fingers slicked with crimson blood & gore, was slowly lifted, reaching out towards sixer like a wordless prayer.
suddenly, a sound. from noob, no less.
“…sixer..”
the words were distorted, guttural. almost unintelligible. spoken like a prayer waiting to be ignored.