„What a weird letter. It's pretty old too." Emi folded back the tattered letter and put the brown discolored paper into the envelope in which she had found it.

The girl had found the item in a mail box addressed to the building she was temporarily staying in. The building, a high school, served its purpose. It had enough room to sleep in, food, shelter and things for her to use.

It had been a good thing she had found this school. Her food supplies had been depleting. She would have either starved or been eaten by hungry wolf ghosts.

During the exploration of the half destroyed building, she found a letter in an almost good shape. Emi didn't quite understand what the boy in the letter had meant with the 'not enough time'. She pocketed the letter into her small survival bag and slung it over her shoulder.

For a few months now, she has been wandering around aimlessly in hopes to find anything, but as it seemed there was nothing. Only abandoned buildings and a lot of destroyed things in the cities she's already been. The more she walked, the more the days passed her by, the more her hopes were crumbling apart.

"I should get going now" Emi told herself, clutching at the small bag. She sighed. The feeling of weakness was overcoming her being. It was something akin to sense of lost or depression, although she wasn't sure how to call what she was feeling.

The brown haired girl slowly walked through the obstacle ridden hallway. Like every part of what she had already seen, most of the building were abandoned and destroyed. Before everything of those disasters occurred everything was so bleak, though that was what she remembered from when she was younger. The way now everything looked like seemed oddly natural with vines and plants wrapping themselves around manmade creation and devices.

The area wasn't really filled with ghosts, but Emi still had to be careful. Not many were friendly, especially the wolf ghosts. They were incredibly aggressive.

The hallway was clear for now. Just to be sure, she grabbed for the small knife inside her bag. Who know what could happen. Once she was in the infirmary, where she was camping in, she stacked the knife back.

Exploring new areas took a lot of courage and power. There could be always ghosts lurking around, somewhere where she couldn't spot it. She shivered at the thought of it, but pushed it to the back of her mind.

Emi slouched down on the pre-made bed, consisting of stacked up blankets and clothes. She pulled her bag onto her lap and inspected the inside.

"Two canned boxes, a flashlight, a map, a water bottle, a knife- already rusted though- a rope, rags, a first aid kit…" She placed every item on the ground. Now she had a better view on them.

The canned food had to be stocked up, at least for two weeks for her to last. The map showed the area she was in. Her eyes focused on the knife. It was rusty and already starting to fall apart. Emi would just hurt herself with it. She assumed, she would have to get a new one.

The water bottle had to be filled again. Maybe she should get one more? It has become quite exhausting lately to walk such lengthy paths and one bottle probably wouldn't suffice anymore. Her condition was getting worse. Distances she could walk before seemed almost impossible now. She walked and walked, but it never ended. She just had enough.

The girl sighed.

There was too much to think and worry about. It was tiring. Annoying too. She would much rather relax and do nothing at all for a change.

Emi packed the laid out items into the bag and let herself fall down on the bed.

'A nap would be good' She thought peacefully. Her eyelids were heavy, feet sore and her body was already giving in to the exhaustion that was slowly, but surely nagging into her soul. Soon, she fell asleep.

Grrrowl!

Emi's eyes shot open.

She threw herself from the warm sheets, searching for her bag. She quickly slung it over her shoulders and immediately set off. Cautious as she was, she peeked out into the hallway.

Nothing.

The growl had been distant. Maybe two hallways away. The brown-haired girl sneaked out and made her to the cafeteria, where stocked up cans were hidden. She hadn't expected the surprise arrival of ghosts.

'The food have with me won't last much longer. Restocking it with the ones in the cafeteria should last for two weeks. Ugh, why did the ghosts have to appear now? I'll have to get the cans while avoiding them!"

Emi carefully thought of a safe route. 'The safest one should be through the laboratory with the bridge to the other building"

The girl ducked under debris as a distinct growl of a wolf resounded through the hallway. She gulped, staying as quiet as possible. Her heart beats increased. She could clearly feel her heart hammering against her ribcage.

Grroowlll!

The animalistic grunts were closer than before. The girl wrapped her cardigan tighter around her. For some reason, she felt cold.

Light taps approached her hiding spot under the debris. She shifted closer into the shadow of the remnants of walls and rocks. The steps drew closer and stopped beside her head. Emi held her breath and tensed up, her body trembled in fear. The wolf paws shifted around on the ground.

Specks of dust flew up from the action, causing her to nearly sneeze if she hadn't held her breath.

'Why isn't it moving away? Did it spot me?' Though, that wasn't it. If it really had, then it would have already attacked. 'Still, if it doesn't move soon, I'll have to take action!' Emi thought bitterly.

Fighting wasn't her strong point, she knew it. She would much rather avoid something like that to evade any more hardships.

The brown-haired girl silently slipped her right hand into her bag, pulling out the rusty knife. She held it in the direction of the ghost, ready to lung forward and fight.

'Five seconds should do it' She tightened her grip around the handle of the knife.

Five.

Everything is fine.

Four.

No need to worry.

Three.

Just one hit, then everything will be over.

Two.

Here goes nothing.

One.

NOW-

Emi froze in her track.

The ghost disappeared. No matter how many times she blinked or squinted her eyes, it was still the same. The ghost had disappeared into thin air. She crawled out from the debris, careful not to cut herself with the knife.

Still trembling and shaken, she pushed the mysterious ghost into the back of her mind. She had to get out of her and fast.

The rest of the way to the bridge was relatively quiet without having to encounter another ghost too close for comfort.

Emi tucked back the fallen strand of hair behind her ear. With the knife in hand, she opened the door to the laboratory and entered it. To be safe, she closed it behind her.

'No ghosts. Either they haven't come here or they are somewhere else' The girl crouched down and move forwards to the other side of the room, where a door lead to the desired bridge.

She winced as she accidentally stepped on a broken flask.

'Well that was dangerous' She sighed in relief. It didn't alarm any ghosts, if any were near her and she didn't cut her foot.

This time with more carefulness, she moved to the door and peeked inside. Emi spotted no ghosts through the small creak, only a chaotic mess of destroyed walls and the broken furniture. The room connected with the bridge had remained the same the first time she found it. Emi slipped inside and tip toed her through the bridge.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary yet and she was glad. The encounter with the ghost on her way was already enough and she really didn't want a repeat of it.

"Everything's gonna be fine. Just stay calm!" The girl repeated those words in her mind over and over again like a chant. It kept her nerves at bay and her mind distracted from unnecessary negative thoughts. She had to stay positive.

After crossing the bridge and making it to the kitchen whilst avoiding the ghosts was a success. She was able to secure the cans in her bag with still enough space to fit something inside in case of an emergency. Emi's face scrunched up as she thought back to a similar experience.

She shook her head to throw the imagines out of her head, continuing on her route out of the building. On her way out, she peeked left and right, up and down to look out for any signs of ghosts. She had a gut feeling that something felt horribly off.

The brown haired girl tip toed down a hallway. Water leaked in from various places. With the leaking water came also the moistened air, making Emi sick in the stomach. It was a weird feeling to be in such an atmosphere she wasn't used to. The usual places she stayed at had no water running, leaving only dryness and dust to inhale.

She shook her head, breaking out of her thoughts and hastily continued her pace. There were a lot of obstacles blocking the ground for a steady footing. Emi did her best in evading small creaks and puddles. From time to time she glanced around the place, fearing that something would surprise from nowhere, but it never came. That made her anxious, whereas she should have been relieved that nothing happened.

She let out a ragged breath, calming her nerves and her ever so returning trembling in her fingers. With a last intake of air, she tightly clutched her bag and quietly marched forward towards the exit of the building.

Nothing to worry about. Everything's fine.

The frail girl repeated it inside of her head for the nth time. Emi's eyes widened when she caught the sight of a door with a small sign of a stick figure running through a door hanging loosely above it. Relief welled up in her chest. She was glad that she finally arrived at the exit. The escape had felt like an eternity.