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Chapter 10: Bad Ending 1- Abandonment
Run.
No, I can't!
Run. Just run. Leave them behind.
I brought my head up, looking at Stan, who was calling to me for help, pleading as his foot bled profusely, the metal claws of the bear trap grinding into his bone.
Mabel, passed out at the base of the tree, unaware of the terrible predicament they were in.
I can't do something like that! That's-They're my-
That thing is coming.
I looked up at the beast, barreling towards me with fury and death in its eyes, glaring viciously at me.
It's gonna tear you apart and eat your organs in front of you! DITCH THEM AND FUCKING RUN.
In that moment, I felt the world around me slow down. I could hear Stan's cries of pain and desperation, the monster's roaring, the blasting of the wind and rain, droplets stinging my skin…
Leave them.
...I...I can't…
Let them die. Preserve yourself.
...That's not...right…
Right and wrong have been driven out of this world. It's about surviving, now.
...Please...no…
I took one more look at Stan, his eyes glowing with fear, his hand outstretched in desperation towards me, slowly swiping at me.
Run.
I did.
I could feel myself turning around, fleeing.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH, I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU! I'LL FIND YOU AND FUCKING KILL YOU FOR THIS, YOU PIECE OF SH-"
"REEEAAAAAUUUUGGGHHHHH!"
The beast had arrived. As my legs carried me away from them, I could hear the sounds of flesh tearing, the screams of Stan as he was torn apart, his last words cursing my name. I felt tears run down my face as I sobbed, the guilt crushing me from within as I abandoned Stan and Mabel.
And yet my legs still kept going.
And going.
And going.
I had no idea what time it was, or where I was.
The clouds over me torrented relentlessly, the rain pelting my flesh, as if it to exact punishment for my evildoing.
Eventually, I felt the last vestiges of energy leave my body, and I crumpled to the ground, tumbling to a stop.
My bones ached, my muscles sore, my flesh bruised and lacerated.
"Oh my god...oh my god…"
I was in pain. So much pain. All I could think about was Stan, cursing my name as he was ripped apart and eaten by that beast.
I'm a horrible person. I'm such a horrible person.
Those thoughts plagued me, brewing inside of my head the more I thought about the two I had left behind, abandoned.
"What have I done...What have I done…"
The tears wouldn't stop, streaming down my cheeks and making my vision watery.
This world was the problem. This cursed world in all of its terrible nature.
And it was my fault. I had failed to overcome this fear, this cowardice...
If only I had conquered this fear...maybe they would still be alive...
I was weak.
I am weak.
What had I done to deserve this?
Was it my own weakness, as a human being?
Was it my faults in a past life?
What did I do wrong to deserve this hell?
…
…
…
There it was.
That fear. That terrible, horrible fear that kept driving me since I awoke in this hell. I could feel it stirring in my mind, my body, my soul. Regardless of my desire to die, my body would not allow for such a mercy. It wanted to live, no matter what.
I could feel my body, almost on its own, pick itself up, putting one foot down, using its hands to steady itself. Every muscle was trembling violently, and yet this revolting body found more energy to get up, to keep going.
Before I knew it, I felt myself continuing to walk in the same direction, unknowing of the direction I was going.
As long as I could get away.
As long as I could find a way out of here.
Out of this place.
Out of these lands.
Out of this world.
I kept walking.
One foot after the other.