Keep your head clear! Do you want to die? I scream at myself. Sure, I was confused when I woke up in a sinking cruise liner after just being in the F.E.A.R. building with Dante and the others, but at this point, I don't even question it. There's only one thing on my mind right now: survival.

That's going to be kind of hard, considering I'm pretty sure I'm near the bottom deck of the ship. I'm not actually even sure how I know I'm on a boat. It's like I'm in some kind of dream where you know where you are, even if you don't remember how you got there.

Don't step there. Keep moving forward, I urge myself. The hallway here is dark, almost pitch black save for a few faulty emergency lights that flicker overhead. The walls are white, edged with some floral pattern and streaming water down the sides, covering the elaborate carpet below my feet. A few pipes crisscross above my head. Debris, like abandoned suitcases and discarded bags, litters the entire hallway, turning my escape route into an obstacle course.

The water fills the corridor at an alarming rate, pouring down the walls and pooling up around my ankles. Does this hallway ever end?

"No, she's really pathetic. I don't even know how I could have dated her in the first place."

"When I found out how scared she was, I couldn't stop laughing. She's so spineless."

I try to tell myself I just imagined those voices, but I know I didn't. They're coming from the rooms ahead.

"You're hot, you know? Like in a really boyish rebel kind of way."

"You're not too bad on the eyes yourself. Better than Kasper, that's for sure."

I can't believe what I'm hearing.

"D-Dante?" I call. I try to tell myself it couldn't have been him, that this is all a dream, a nightmare. I hardly realize the water bubbling around my knees.

My call is met with horrendous laughter, some sort of evil sneer that echoes around the halls. I can feel rage and humiliation burning my cheeks. That is, until the frigid water reaches my waist.

"Hey! Help!" I scream, trudging through the water, tripping over the bags that I was so careful in avoiding earlier.

I fall into the water and completely submerge. I try to push myself up, off the floor and back onto my feet, but I can't feel the floor at all. What's worse is now I don't even know which way is up. It's so dark, and so cold, and I know that this is the end. I want to scream, to cry, but I can't. I have to save my oxygen, buy myself time to reach the surface. I kick my legs and pray I am swimming upwards, but after a few seconds I know it must be impossible. My lungs burn for air, and darkness presses in the corner of my eyes.

But I'm not dead.

I just float around, bobbing in the dark. And I can breathe.

I realize that I'm actually not floating when I open my eyes. At first, the fluorescent lights blind me and I have to squint to see anything. I feel groggy, but I'm alive, and that's all that matters.

I open my eyes a little, letting them adjust to the light. Whatever I am lying on is cold, hard, like some kind of metal.

Once I feel like I can see, I sit up. The first thing I notice is that I'm lying on some kind of steel gurney. Them I notice my legs. They're wrapped in some kind of black bag. A body bag. I let out a ragged scream, but I hardly make any noise after shouting in the ship.

I frantically climb out of the bag, breathing heavily. I stand with my hands on my knees, trying to calm myself down. I take a look around. The room is filled with body bags. I'm in some kind of morgue, the sterile tiles floors and white light stinging my eyes.

The body bag next to me thumps.

I jump at least a foot into the air and try to scream, but again only a hoarse squeak comes out. For some reason, I'm drawn to the bag. I have to open it, even though I really do not want to.

I approach the metal table with caution. This bag is zipped completely, so I grab the zipper.

This is so wrong.

I take three deep breaths, then I brave myself for whatever's in there. I unzip the bag as quick as I can.

It's Dante. The body is Dante.

I can't help but start crying.

"You did that to him."

I turn around. Comrade stands with her hands on her hips, scowling.

"You did that to him. And to him. And to her. And to all of them." She sweeps her arms around. The nearest body bags are all open. Kyle, Kaishi, Emma, and Liam are all laid out beside each other.

"You did this."

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Two more fear perspectives to go! So this chapter gave us a little look into the mind of Kasper. The poor girl is very self critical! Up till now we've only seen the happier side of Kasper.

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