Resident Evil: End Game
Chapter 11
The group of civilians were just about to near the point of breaking down and screaming for help, hoping that somebody out there was still alive and could get them out of the mess they were in without any hassles. they were frightened, there was no doubt about that, and they were clenching onto everybody else like they were their life-lines, that if they let go, they would fall prey to the undead monsters that roamed the streets that now lay in ruin, the streets that once thrived with life in a small community known as Manitou.
The roads that had once been lively had turned into deathtraps during the short period of time that the monsters began to take over. There were only afew people alive, and those few people were usually caught by the zombie's hands before they could get to the group that was swiftly and quietly moving through the deserted and quiet city of the dead. The streets were now littered with puddles of drying blood, with decaying body parts, and a few papers and other items that had been left in the middle of the road without a care. Also on the roads were walking figures, bodies with no souls and no minds, but with a stomach that was seemingly never filled. No matter how many people they tore apart or devoured, the zombies and the other mutations that roamed the streets never seemed to stop quenching their everlasting hunger. It was almost as if they were cursed to eat forever, cursed to hunt.
And these monsters always seemed to know exactly where these people were going, or where they were. They had the tendency to arrive right on time, in a sense, always popping up when people never expected it, always moving closer to try and take a bite out of the people who would back up and scream, their joints locking up and refusing to move. Every time that would happen, one of the other members of the group would come to the rescue, raising a firearm in the air and shooting at the beasts or simply kicking them, punching them, stabbing them, or doing anything else they could to them with whatever item they had. One woman, in fact, had swiped the head off of an extremely decayed fellow with her purse.
That woman was now up in the front of the group, her eyes wide and sinking, her teeth chattering like she was freezing, her hands clenching and unclenching, and her body shaking as if she was in an earthquake. This woman, an old woman of 67, looked like she would be traumatized for life, and it was a miracle she didn't have a heart attack at the moment.
The hour that took place as the group made their way through the city, led by the ex-S.T.A.R.S. members, was the most dangerous. The zombies had closed in while they were preparing to leave that building, and when they did move, the army of undead emerged from the nooks and crannies of the buildings, alleyways, and some even walked out of the windows of the buildings just to get to them. It was during that time that the first casualties came...an elderly man in the back of the group was grabbed by the shoulders and hoisted onto the ground by a bony skeleton of a zombie before torn apart, piece by piece. Another man, in the middle of the group, was shoved into three undead humans because the rest of the civilians had shoved at each other to try and get away from the rest of the zombies. That act of carelessness had cost the man his life.
And then there was the young girl, a child no older than seven. She too had been pushed out of the group because of their rush to get away, but her fate was much more terrible... The child had been shoved into the face of a waiting Cerberus, and as her mother tried to run forward and grab her, only to be pushed ahead by the running citizens, the girl turned around to face the dog. The last sight she ever saw was the creature getting on its haunches, bearing its blood-stained teeth before shoving itself forward with a loud bark, biting into her neck...
Only a short while after, the mother was able to escape the grasp of the people and rushed forward to where her daughter was, only to see her body being chewed on by the rotting canine. Her scream had rebounded through the area, and the zombies suddenly turned to face her, attracted by the scream, before wandering forward with low, venemous groans. The mother, unable to live with herself and losing the only remaining portion of her family, as she was not married and had no other children, threw herself to them, allowing them to feast upon her.
Luckily, the rest of the group had gotten away, but only for a short period of time, for about five minutes after they scrambled away from the first horde of zombies, another horde awaited them. The lucky thing about that was that they were facing the front of the group, and most of the people in the front of the group were ex-S.T.A.R.S. members who din't want to be tampered with at the moment. They also had guns, all loaded, and unloaded the bullets into the beasts. After that group of zombies was dispatched, Brad, Claire, Rachel, and Carlos all made their way to the back of the group to defend the rest of the people from oncoming mutations.
They had been walking for what seemed like an hour, as I said, and they were almost out of the town of Manitou. Before them they could see the short, winding road leading to Topeka, and they could see the hge skyscrapers towering above the streets far ahead, and they could see the rising plumes of smoke floating in the air, both from the factories there and from something else. They could smell things burning, although they didn't know what it was.
Whatever it was that was burning was added to the fact that there seemed to be no sound coming from the place, and that only increased the rising fear in their stomaches that they were already too late.
Brad and Rachel cast wary glances to each other as they looked behind them at the city where they once lived. Once again, a home had been destroyed, lives had been taken, and once again, zombies and monsters claimed the streets as their own. The nightmare that they had hoped would not come back to them had arrived, and now, it seemed that it was Raccoon City all over again.
As the two looked back behind them to the city of Manitou,something caught their eyes, something that didn't look like a zombie or a mutation. No, in fact, this thing looked human, and from the way it stared after them angrily, although they couldn't see its face very well because they were moving farther away from the figure. However, they had a good idea, because they suddenly knew who was watching them leave. They could tell by the way the slowly setting sun glinted off of his sunglass-covered eyes.
Brad looked panicked for a moment. Opening his mouth and silently saying the name of the figure, he turned around to face the others in the group, but knew that yelling out to the people in the front row would cause panick. Instead, he turned to Claire and Carlos, shaking his head before saying in a low tone, "Wesker's watching."
When the two blinked and looked up to the area where Rachel was still staring at, they caught a glimpse of the man before he turned an suddenly bolted down what seemed like a flight of stairs, although they couldn't see that either, because he was on the roof of a building at the edge of Manitou. Quickly, his figure disappeared.
They cast weary looks at each other, knowing now that they were being spied on, before turning to look in the direction they were going, towards Topeka. All around them, the undead began to approach, although slowly and sluggishly, for they were scattered along the road to the huge city, and some had even gone into the woods nearby it. The pitiful wails from these creatures began to scare the people in the group, and a few of them began to whimper while others started to scream in the sheer terror of seing these beasts, but they were quieted down by Jill and Chris, who turned to face them from the front row and placed their fingers in front of their mouths. The message was silent, but it got through to them, and the rest of the people in the group, those who were not freaking out, turned to face the others and delivered the same message, telling them that if they should make any more noise than they already were, more of them would come, and they would get nowhere by that happening.
It was only when they were about five minutes away from te capital of Kansas that Cole Taylor saw it.
The creature was huge, about six feet tall, and perhaps about seven feet long. Its body was covered in fur, which was mostly matted with dry blood, while other parts of its body seemed to be stripped of skin, as if somebody had walked up to it and peeled it all off. One could see the internal organs easily, and they could also see that they were protected with thick bones, including ribs that seemed to be as thick as a baseball bat. The paws of the beast were about the size of two footballs, all tipped with five long, sharpened black claws, and its head was large and round, with a medium-sized snout and two pearly white eyes facing them. Under that snout, in the creature's mouth, were rows and rows of blood-stained fangs, each about and inch long, and the small, rounded ears of the beast had been ripped off. The creature, from what they saw, was once a Black Bear because of the shape of the figure and the color of the fur, or at least the color that they could see was not covered in blood...but it was huge, almost as if it had been mutated, and the creature looked like something had gnawed away at it.
Growliong loudly, the creature reared up on its two thick hind legs and rose its snout towards the sky, opening its mouth and letting out a terrible roar that seemed to rattle the ground before it landed on all fours, got on its haunches, and charged at them all with full speed.
The screams that emitted from the group was almost so loud that it nearly deafened everybody there. All Hell broke loose suddenly, and people were now beginning to scramble towards Topeka, but if they got there, they would surely never make it, for now people were beginning to walk out of the city and towards them, staggering drunkenly and holding their arms out before them. Topeka had already been under attack, and Jill, Chris, Barry, and the others decided that they wouldn't risk anyone else getting killed, so instead of allowing them to run, they stood before them, rose their guns into the air, and pointed them at them, causing them to freeze in their spots. Their eyes glanced over to the deformed Black Bear, then back again, knowing that they couldn't waste much time as the beast came closer.
"Knock it off, all of you!" Jill screamed out, shaking her head. "GO there unarmed and you'll get yourselves killed! Now stay back, we'll take care of this!"
The people took a few steps back at this, then gulped as they watched Jill nod to the rest of her partners and turned to face the Black Bear, aimed their guns at it, then fired a good twenty or so shots into it. The beast staggered as the bullets struck its blood-soaked fur and buried themselves deep into its flesh, but kept attacking, for all of the bullets seemed to be hitting the thick bone and not the flesh. Even the skull was as hard as a bowling ball, it seemed. If drew foreward again, letting loose another roar before chargin again, gaining about ten feet before it was pushed back again by the force of bullets.
It advanced again, this time gaining about fifteen feet and stood before the group of people, who, both in their shock and fear of being killed, jumped back as the bear took a swipe. This time, Cole joined in the action as he rose his gun into the air and fired at the beastly thing, and suddenly it turned to face him, snarling in a feral manner before leaping towards and pushing him to the ground, holding him down with both its weight and the force. The bear rose its clawed paw into the air and prepared to strike, but was knocked off by a sudden spray of bullets that were fired by someone behind him. The bear growled angrily before lurching backwards, shaking its head as if to get an annoying fly off before it rose its disgusting head to face the attacker and growl. Cole blinked, then looked up quickly to see Leon standing behind him, his Magnum pointed at the bear as he cast a glance down at the boy. With a nod, he leaned down and pulled the child up, pulling him away from the beast before it jumped towards them again.
The bear snarled in dismay as he saw the boy get pulled away, but its eyes fell on something else, something that seemed even more delicious. There was a woman struggling to get back into the crowd, her whimpers frantic as she shoved towards the people, although somewhat sluggish. Before her, a man began to try and pull her into the group, growing more panicked as he saw the bear staring the woman down and beginning to head over. The woman, the bear noticed as he took another step forward, was pleasantly plump around the abdomen, and suddenly the creature realized that the scent of blood radiating frokm this human signaled that there was another person inside this woman...she was pregnant.
Driven by the need to feed, the bear lept forward, its claws out, its jaws open, prepared to tear apart this woman to feed on both her and the baby inside of her, and she screamed shrilly before her husband gave her a mighty tug in an attempt to pull her into the group, only to find that she seemed to be rooted to the ground from fright.
This time, Alice stepped in. She jammed the gun in her hand inside the lining of her black jeans and ran forward as quickly as her body would allow. With a loud yell, she jumped forward and towards the bear, placing her feet in front of her so that she wound up giving the creature a flying kick into the side of its body. Hissing in total rage, the bear was thrown to the side and fell to the ground before it began to stand straight up and head towards her. Alice frowned a bit at the creature before reaching for her gun, and when she gained grip on it, she realized one thing. Smirking, she rose her Caliber handgun and aimed it at the beast before her, and fired when it was less than an inch away from her face.
The creature froze before her, its mouth open in a silent roar and its legs seemingly frozen in the run it was in. It had stopped moving altogether, and not even the eye that remained wavered as it fell to the ground limply, almost as still as a statue. Its left eye was now only a black hole, and thick, dead blood coated the area where the eye had once been. Another substance flowed from the wound, a thick liquid that seemed to be filled with chunks of matter that Alice didn't want to identify.
The pregnant woman paused and gazed at Alice for a long moment, silent thanks flying from her face before she turned to face the man that was still gripping tightly onto her arm, smiling weakly. The man grinned and pulled her into a hug, letting out a small sob before laughing a little.
They saved the life of a family that seemed to be just beginning, and even though they wanted to rejoice for that, to cheer a little, they knew there was no time. The ex-S.T.A.R.S. members turned away silently and began to make their way towards the seemingly dead city of Topeka, already knowing what would be in store for them, and hoping that a certain few people were still alright.
And behind them, two eyes gazed angrily from the shadow of a tree. Its eyes glimmered and then flickered to look at the other undeadmonsters that slowly crept towards the group of civilians, and the man grinned a little at that. The monsters wouldn't go after him, not anymore at least. He was still human, that part was true, but he was also one of them. When the monsters looked at him, they saw another one of them, another zombie, another mutation, and that gave the man free roam of the city without having to worry about being bitten, although a few who seemed to be extremely hungry would still go after him.
But that didn't matter to him. What mattered to him now was that a group of people were about to fall into his trap, and as Wesker moved swiftly from the shadow of the tree to another, slowly and quietly following them, he wondered if Steve already exterminated the children or not. With a frown, the man shook his head. *If he doesn't,* he hissed in his mind, *I'll take care fo them myself...and then get rid of the boy.*
And with that, he disappeared amongst the shadows.
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If nobody reviews, I'm gonna put this story on hold, cuz I wanna get another one done, then work on one that I'm already planning. So review if you wanna see me continue this fic, okay? (I'll continue it anyway, even if nobody does review)
Chapter 11
The group of civilians were just about to near the point of breaking down and screaming for help, hoping that somebody out there was still alive and could get them out of the mess they were in without any hassles. they were frightened, there was no doubt about that, and they were clenching onto everybody else like they were their life-lines, that if they let go, they would fall prey to the undead monsters that roamed the streets that now lay in ruin, the streets that once thrived with life in a small community known as Manitou.
The roads that had once been lively had turned into deathtraps during the short period of time that the monsters began to take over. There were only afew people alive, and those few people were usually caught by the zombie's hands before they could get to the group that was swiftly and quietly moving through the deserted and quiet city of the dead. The streets were now littered with puddles of drying blood, with decaying body parts, and a few papers and other items that had been left in the middle of the road without a care. Also on the roads were walking figures, bodies with no souls and no minds, but with a stomach that was seemingly never filled. No matter how many people they tore apart or devoured, the zombies and the other mutations that roamed the streets never seemed to stop quenching their everlasting hunger. It was almost as if they were cursed to eat forever, cursed to hunt.
And these monsters always seemed to know exactly where these people were going, or where they were. They had the tendency to arrive right on time, in a sense, always popping up when people never expected it, always moving closer to try and take a bite out of the people who would back up and scream, their joints locking up and refusing to move. Every time that would happen, one of the other members of the group would come to the rescue, raising a firearm in the air and shooting at the beasts or simply kicking them, punching them, stabbing them, or doing anything else they could to them with whatever item they had. One woman, in fact, had swiped the head off of an extremely decayed fellow with her purse.
That woman was now up in the front of the group, her eyes wide and sinking, her teeth chattering like she was freezing, her hands clenching and unclenching, and her body shaking as if she was in an earthquake. This woman, an old woman of 67, looked like she would be traumatized for life, and it was a miracle she didn't have a heart attack at the moment.
The hour that took place as the group made their way through the city, led by the ex-S.T.A.R.S. members, was the most dangerous. The zombies had closed in while they were preparing to leave that building, and when they did move, the army of undead emerged from the nooks and crannies of the buildings, alleyways, and some even walked out of the windows of the buildings just to get to them. It was during that time that the first casualties came...an elderly man in the back of the group was grabbed by the shoulders and hoisted onto the ground by a bony skeleton of a zombie before torn apart, piece by piece. Another man, in the middle of the group, was shoved into three undead humans because the rest of the civilians had shoved at each other to try and get away from the rest of the zombies. That act of carelessness had cost the man his life.
And then there was the young girl, a child no older than seven. She too had been pushed out of the group because of their rush to get away, but her fate was much more terrible... The child had been shoved into the face of a waiting Cerberus, and as her mother tried to run forward and grab her, only to be pushed ahead by the running citizens, the girl turned around to face the dog. The last sight she ever saw was the creature getting on its haunches, bearing its blood-stained teeth before shoving itself forward with a loud bark, biting into her neck...
Only a short while after, the mother was able to escape the grasp of the people and rushed forward to where her daughter was, only to see her body being chewed on by the rotting canine. Her scream had rebounded through the area, and the zombies suddenly turned to face her, attracted by the scream, before wandering forward with low, venemous groans. The mother, unable to live with herself and losing the only remaining portion of her family, as she was not married and had no other children, threw herself to them, allowing them to feast upon her.
Luckily, the rest of the group had gotten away, but only for a short period of time, for about five minutes after they scrambled away from the first horde of zombies, another horde awaited them. The lucky thing about that was that they were facing the front of the group, and most of the people in the front of the group were ex-S.T.A.R.S. members who din't want to be tampered with at the moment. They also had guns, all loaded, and unloaded the bullets into the beasts. After that group of zombies was dispatched, Brad, Claire, Rachel, and Carlos all made their way to the back of the group to defend the rest of the people from oncoming mutations.
They had been walking for what seemed like an hour, as I said, and they were almost out of the town of Manitou. Before them they could see the short, winding road leading to Topeka, and they could see the hge skyscrapers towering above the streets far ahead, and they could see the rising plumes of smoke floating in the air, both from the factories there and from something else. They could smell things burning, although they didn't know what it was.
Whatever it was that was burning was added to the fact that there seemed to be no sound coming from the place, and that only increased the rising fear in their stomaches that they were already too late.
Brad and Rachel cast wary glances to each other as they looked behind them at the city where they once lived. Once again, a home had been destroyed, lives had been taken, and once again, zombies and monsters claimed the streets as their own. The nightmare that they had hoped would not come back to them had arrived, and now, it seemed that it was Raccoon City all over again.
As the two looked back behind them to the city of Manitou,something caught their eyes, something that didn't look like a zombie or a mutation. No, in fact, this thing looked human, and from the way it stared after them angrily, although they couldn't see its face very well because they were moving farther away from the figure. However, they had a good idea, because they suddenly knew who was watching them leave. They could tell by the way the slowly setting sun glinted off of his sunglass-covered eyes.
Brad looked panicked for a moment. Opening his mouth and silently saying the name of the figure, he turned around to face the others in the group, but knew that yelling out to the people in the front row would cause panick. Instead, he turned to Claire and Carlos, shaking his head before saying in a low tone, "Wesker's watching."
When the two blinked and looked up to the area where Rachel was still staring at, they caught a glimpse of the man before he turned an suddenly bolted down what seemed like a flight of stairs, although they couldn't see that either, because he was on the roof of a building at the edge of Manitou. Quickly, his figure disappeared.
They cast weary looks at each other, knowing now that they were being spied on, before turning to look in the direction they were going, towards Topeka. All around them, the undead began to approach, although slowly and sluggishly, for they were scattered along the road to the huge city, and some had even gone into the woods nearby it. The pitiful wails from these creatures began to scare the people in the group, and a few of them began to whimper while others started to scream in the sheer terror of seing these beasts, but they were quieted down by Jill and Chris, who turned to face them from the front row and placed their fingers in front of their mouths. The message was silent, but it got through to them, and the rest of the people in the group, those who were not freaking out, turned to face the others and delivered the same message, telling them that if they should make any more noise than they already were, more of them would come, and they would get nowhere by that happening.
It was only when they were about five minutes away from te capital of Kansas that Cole Taylor saw it.
The creature was huge, about six feet tall, and perhaps about seven feet long. Its body was covered in fur, which was mostly matted with dry blood, while other parts of its body seemed to be stripped of skin, as if somebody had walked up to it and peeled it all off. One could see the internal organs easily, and they could also see that they were protected with thick bones, including ribs that seemed to be as thick as a baseball bat. The paws of the beast were about the size of two footballs, all tipped with five long, sharpened black claws, and its head was large and round, with a medium-sized snout and two pearly white eyes facing them. Under that snout, in the creature's mouth, were rows and rows of blood-stained fangs, each about and inch long, and the small, rounded ears of the beast had been ripped off. The creature, from what they saw, was once a Black Bear because of the shape of the figure and the color of the fur, or at least the color that they could see was not covered in blood...but it was huge, almost as if it had been mutated, and the creature looked like something had gnawed away at it.
Growliong loudly, the creature reared up on its two thick hind legs and rose its snout towards the sky, opening its mouth and letting out a terrible roar that seemed to rattle the ground before it landed on all fours, got on its haunches, and charged at them all with full speed.
The screams that emitted from the group was almost so loud that it nearly deafened everybody there. All Hell broke loose suddenly, and people were now beginning to scramble towards Topeka, but if they got there, they would surely never make it, for now people were beginning to walk out of the city and towards them, staggering drunkenly and holding their arms out before them. Topeka had already been under attack, and Jill, Chris, Barry, and the others decided that they wouldn't risk anyone else getting killed, so instead of allowing them to run, they stood before them, rose their guns into the air, and pointed them at them, causing them to freeze in their spots. Their eyes glanced over to the deformed Black Bear, then back again, knowing that they couldn't waste much time as the beast came closer.
"Knock it off, all of you!" Jill screamed out, shaking her head. "GO there unarmed and you'll get yourselves killed! Now stay back, we'll take care of this!"
The people took a few steps back at this, then gulped as they watched Jill nod to the rest of her partners and turned to face the Black Bear, aimed their guns at it, then fired a good twenty or so shots into it. The beast staggered as the bullets struck its blood-soaked fur and buried themselves deep into its flesh, but kept attacking, for all of the bullets seemed to be hitting the thick bone and not the flesh. Even the skull was as hard as a bowling ball, it seemed. If drew foreward again, letting loose another roar before chargin again, gaining about ten feet before it was pushed back again by the force of bullets.
It advanced again, this time gaining about fifteen feet and stood before the group of people, who, both in their shock and fear of being killed, jumped back as the bear took a swipe. This time, Cole joined in the action as he rose his gun into the air and fired at the beastly thing, and suddenly it turned to face him, snarling in a feral manner before leaping towards and pushing him to the ground, holding him down with both its weight and the force. The bear rose its clawed paw into the air and prepared to strike, but was knocked off by a sudden spray of bullets that were fired by someone behind him. The bear growled angrily before lurching backwards, shaking its head as if to get an annoying fly off before it rose its disgusting head to face the attacker and growl. Cole blinked, then looked up quickly to see Leon standing behind him, his Magnum pointed at the bear as he cast a glance down at the boy. With a nod, he leaned down and pulled the child up, pulling him away from the beast before it jumped towards them again.
The bear snarled in dismay as he saw the boy get pulled away, but its eyes fell on something else, something that seemed even more delicious. There was a woman struggling to get back into the crowd, her whimpers frantic as she shoved towards the people, although somewhat sluggish. Before her, a man began to try and pull her into the group, growing more panicked as he saw the bear staring the woman down and beginning to head over. The woman, the bear noticed as he took another step forward, was pleasantly plump around the abdomen, and suddenly the creature realized that the scent of blood radiating frokm this human signaled that there was another person inside this woman...she was pregnant.
Driven by the need to feed, the bear lept forward, its claws out, its jaws open, prepared to tear apart this woman to feed on both her and the baby inside of her, and she screamed shrilly before her husband gave her a mighty tug in an attempt to pull her into the group, only to find that she seemed to be rooted to the ground from fright.
This time, Alice stepped in. She jammed the gun in her hand inside the lining of her black jeans and ran forward as quickly as her body would allow. With a loud yell, she jumped forward and towards the bear, placing her feet in front of her so that she wound up giving the creature a flying kick into the side of its body. Hissing in total rage, the bear was thrown to the side and fell to the ground before it began to stand straight up and head towards her. Alice frowned a bit at the creature before reaching for her gun, and when she gained grip on it, she realized one thing. Smirking, she rose her Caliber handgun and aimed it at the beast before her, and fired when it was less than an inch away from her face.
The creature froze before her, its mouth open in a silent roar and its legs seemingly frozen in the run it was in. It had stopped moving altogether, and not even the eye that remained wavered as it fell to the ground limply, almost as still as a statue. Its left eye was now only a black hole, and thick, dead blood coated the area where the eye had once been. Another substance flowed from the wound, a thick liquid that seemed to be filled with chunks of matter that Alice didn't want to identify.
The pregnant woman paused and gazed at Alice for a long moment, silent thanks flying from her face before she turned to face the man that was still gripping tightly onto her arm, smiling weakly. The man grinned and pulled her into a hug, letting out a small sob before laughing a little.
They saved the life of a family that seemed to be just beginning, and even though they wanted to rejoice for that, to cheer a little, they knew there was no time. The ex-S.T.A.R.S. members turned away silently and began to make their way towards the seemingly dead city of Topeka, already knowing what would be in store for them, and hoping that a certain few people were still alright.
And behind them, two eyes gazed angrily from the shadow of a tree. Its eyes glimmered and then flickered to look at the other undeadmonsters that slowly crept towards the group of civilians, and the man grinned a little at that. The monsters wouldn't go after him, not anymore at least. He was still human, that part was true, but he was also one of them. When the monsters looked at him, they saw another one of them, another zombie, another mutation, and that gave the man free roam of the city without having to worry about being bitten, although a few who seemed to be extremely hungry would still go after him.
But that didn't matter to him. What mattered to him now was that a group of people were about to fall into his trap, and as Wesker moved swiftly from the shadow of the tree to another, slowly and quietly following them, he wondered if Steve already exterminated the children or not. With a frown, the man shook his head. *If he doesn't,* he hissed in his mind, *I'll take care fo them myself...and then get rid of the boy.*
And with that, he disappeared amongst the shadows.
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If nobody reviews, I'm gonna put this story on hold, cuz I wanna get another one done, then work on one that I'm already planning. So review if you wanna see me continue this fic, okay? (I'll continue it anyway, even if nobody does review)