Corpse Party: Midnight Crow
CHAPTER 7
Rozerin
His footsteps were finally fading. I reached down at my side and peeled my sticky shirt off the floor. My hands were still trembling, even as I pushed myself on the floor. I did my best to hold my screams in, lest he hear and come back. As I went to walk, throbbing pains shot through me, leading to me doubling over in pain. Holding my side did little to help, but it was definitely better than nothing. I limped out of the desolate room and allowed myself one glance at the bookshelf. It no longer moved, the fingers sticking out from under the sides were still and turning greyer by the minute. I stifled my sobs while I hobbled down the hall, occasionally bumping against the wall. The further I got from that place, the better.
After what felt like agonizing hours but what I'm sure amounted to maybe 55 minutes, I slouched against the wall to rest. My stab wounds were throbbing as if they were growing back together. My shirt was continually sticking to my skin, catching in my wounds. The once crisp white t-shirt has been half-dyed rusty brown, with a few dabs of red thrown in. The memory kept replaying in my head. When he walked over to my friend and then the screams sounded. The pleas for help, desperate, his voice cracking in terror. The sound of a loud thud as the bookshelf landed on his body, crushing his organs, his bones. How he struggled for life under it while the other man pushed down on it harder and harder. How I didn't do a thing. I didn't save him. I abandoned him. Then that person, the one I called my friend, the one who has just crushed our friend to death. He walked toward me slowly. The knife digging into my kidney as I screamed in pain. He never stopped laughing, not even for a second. How he twisted the blade around, his eyes gleaming, before pulling it out and pushing it into my intestines. When I dropped to the ground and he laughed mercilessly one last time as he walked away. These images played on a constant loop, engraved into my skull. Now I was going to bleed out slowly and painfully, only to be forgotten forever. How fair. Maybe after I go, I can see him again. Just as I was about to give up and let myself die against a crumbling wall, the sound of voices rang out.
"Oh my god! You're okay!" one said
"My love!" the other answered. They could help me! Bring me to the infirmary! I forced myself onto my shaking legs as I limped down the hallway towards salvation.
- - - - - Crawling. I was on my hands and knees, scraping against splintered floorboards, crawling. The immense burning that tore through my side was probably a sign that
I would die soon. Before I was even halfway across the expansive hallway, a blue and yet clear figure entered my line of sight. The spirit began laughing at my pitiful condition. While he was distracted, an idea dawned on me. If I did something…right now…while it isn't paying attention…maybe I can survive this. But what…
Call out to survivors
Run past the spirit