Chapter 3 : a choice

Chell ripped a cloth with her teeth. The piece of white silk divided with an ease, gaving the human a fine bandages.

Chell nervously glanced at the lean figure once more. After that little surprise the Enderman didn't woke up. But that didn't mean the human should feel relaxed when she was right beside the mob.

Her wrist was still sore, and it reminded her how dangerous the creature could be if it intend to harm her fragile human body.

She shuddered at the thought.

She should run away, or at least move as far as she could inside this confined space.

However, what she did next was the exact opposite.

Chell scooted near the creature, bandage held in one hand. And she carefully wrapped the garments around its torso, hoping it could somehow stop the flow. Chell wasn't an expert on Endermen anatomy, but she was sure the fluid it was leaking is vital for the creatures health.

She could see the bandage turning black as the fluid started to seep. But much to her realif, the flow stopped eventually.

Chell leaned on the opposite side of the stone wall, not taking her eyes off at the injured mob.

She was deeply surpised then. The moment the Enderman utter the word she never thought she would hear, her mind stopped work for a while.

And to be honest, she was at a loss. She assumed the creature was begging her for help, because if she was in the same situation, she would do the same thing. It was a simple logic. But how could she risk her life only to help a potentially dangerous mob? And that was her cold, logical side speaking again.

But she couldn't just leave it to die.

Because she knew how it feels to be helpless without any hope left. She knew how dreadful it was, and she pitied the poor creature once more. She was lucky back then, to be saved by a passerby just in time. It was a narrow escape and Chell still had a nightmare about it now and then. She was in a debt that she wished to pay back someday but at the same time, she knew the possibility was extremely low. But she could return the favor to the others who need it.

Which come to the conclusion... .

No.

Her other side thought it was a nonsense. Those creatures are nowhere same as you. They were feral, vicious and cruel. They are mindless beasts who saw the human race as a prey. They do not feel anything, regardless of what you think.

However, Chell knew this one wasn't the case. She saw and felt its frightened behavior, desperation, and pain.

And that was all the reason she needed.

Chell was deeply in her thoughts when the Enderman keened. The sound wasn't loud by any means, but the silence in the confined cave was enough to amplify the creatures cry.

Which was loud enough to shake the human from her musing.

Chell was immediately on alert, only to find the creature was still lying down with its eyes closed. The Enderman keened softly, and as the human pulled herself nearby, Chell could actually see its body shaking violently.

Without any thinking, Chells hand automatically grasped the others clawed one. She squeezed it gently, and felt the viberation ease down.

Does it having a nightmare?

Maybe it was a spasm caused from extreme blood loss, but Chell could have care less. It has stopped anyway. The human felt the others hand squeeze her own one back.

Perhaps she WAS getting insane, as she knew there's a good chance this situation could go sideways and be the end of her. Neverthless, she didn't regret her choice.

And the human was certain on that.

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