We were on the jungle, on a wide gravelly road, with ambiance of wildlife and jungle shit playing on the background.. A nice calming cruise, as we stood on top of a truck with a machine gun. Very conveniently placed for what the next shit was going to happen.

Hordes of trucks and four-wheel drives surrounded us with men that had rifles and guns, released like swarms of rabid dinosaurs racing with Chris Pratt on a motorcycle, or crowds of children running out of school, or in the dark cellar where nobody was allowed in. Obligatory dark joke.

"They're onto us!" A female voice came from the speakers. "Fire!"

We were frantically aiming as the camera moved towards the left, a truck crowded with men with artillery. Sayori and I rapidly shot them. Sayori had a good aim, and landed most of the headshots. She got points for five in a row.

The camera moved to the right, with more men with guns. The camera zoomed out, and we both had to take care of our own sides, refilled with trucks of men. One even fell of the gravelly road, and the camera instantly zoomed in and panned right to see the outright carnage of what we had done. An explosion ruptured our ears and the fiery orange flames dancing with the grey silty gaseous clouds enveloped it stabbed our eyes with the brightness. Then, we were back in the game.

We zoomed out again, and then, a waterfall was approaching. The car drifted, leaning us downward to the cliff, and we still had to gun them down. Men by men, headshot by headshot, we were still going to fall to our doom.

"Shit!" Sayori swore. And then, we fell down.

The water hit us, and then, we jerked the machine gun's triggers for us to get out. This was a quick time event. Luckily, we swam up and went out, and then stood up on our own two feet. We grabbed the rifles as the screen prompted us to. We were ready.

There was a golden temple standing in front of us, erect and overgrown, moss and foliage clutching its shiny bricks. We went inside. And then, undead creatures jumped out at us. We shot it rapidly, but behold, a siege of these zombie-like creatures emerged from the darkness. The sounds of the gun sounded from the speakers. Rat-at-at-at-at! It boomed.

"How many of these little shits are there?!" Sayori screamed in the capsule.

There was a health meter at the top, and my bar was slowly depleting, lower than Sayori's. She was decreasing too. The horde of zombies kept on raging, and we sometimes put the targets together to yield more damage to the zombies. And then, my death screen flashed.

Sayori was still going. Her health paused at times, but she was hurting. Quick. The zombies in my side gathered to hers, and blows of headshots and rat-at-ats keep enveloping us. Still, a horde of maniacal creatures kept going, until every single red in her bar was gone.

She died.

"My arms fucking gave out on that one, mate," Sayori slurred. "Well... that was a bit of a workout, eh? Considering our tiny bodies couldn't handle it."

"I'm tiny?!"

"One of us is tiny," she sighed. "So... was that fun?" She had a seductive warm smile, and a rose blush to her cheeks.

I sighed and looked down to the ground and back at her again. "Well, we bonded together, definitely, that was a given," I pointed out. "But, yeah... that was fun."

There was a deadly silence. Our warm smiles kept going and our eyes kept focus. "The tension is killing me," Sayori broke it. "Monika and you... I knew everything. What she had done, how it broke me. How it killed me. I knew you were onto her. A boy like you, you empathize with people. You're not a jerk, you make breakfast for us, you make us feel welcome in our new lives... Your heart is focused on Monika, Jeremy. Most of it. At least you still recognize our existences."

"I... I'm sorry if that makes you sad," I exhaled again. "But... she's-I don't know how to make an excuse."

"It's fine. You can't make any excuses," Sayori stated. "You're too head over heels for her and vice versa. You're attached to her. She's too overly obvious while we hide in the darkness not expressing any fondness to you. Romantic fondness. But let me just get this out of my system and we'll be on our way." Sayori leaned in and looked at my eyes, and then dove in for the kiss.

It wasn't a peck. It was prolonged, although no tongue action like what I see in... hentai. It was just a prolonged interaction with the lips. Although I felt her tongue peeking in a little bit, it was fine if she was quite reserved with it. And then she let go.

"I love you, Jeremy," Sayori stood up. "We all do."