It took a while. For some reason. I'm so sorry..... ;-;
Chapter Twenty
Scottie's POV
I didn't know whether to scream, run, یا watch him kill me. There was something in his eyes. Something dark and unpleasant.
I scrunched up in horror as Andorra fell to the ground in front of me, neck snapped and eyes bulging. No, she didn't deserve to die. None of them did. I heard a scraping noise along the wall.
“Scottie... I know you're in there...” Dennis sang hauntingly. A shiver went up my spine. Burrowing myself further down in my hiding place, I crossed my fingers that he didn't find me.
My luck has always been bad.
Grabbing me سے طرف کی my shirt, he pulled me up in the air, eye-level with him. Now I could really watch him kill me.
He shook his head. “You know آپ can't hide from me.” He chuckled darkly.
“You monster.”
“I guess that's what they're calling me these days.” He took me and smashed me against the wall. I felt warm liquid ooze down my forehead when a picture frame fell off and hit me.
“Dennis, don't do this. You're a good person!” I pleaded.
He plunged a چھری right into my gut, and everything went black.
End Scottie's POV
I screamed. They were shooting everything they had at the Creeps, but it was no use. There was a never-ending crowd. Matthew and I ran up to them, killing as we went. I felt so much rage. At the Creeps. At myself. At everything.
“Zana, look out!” Gilbert shouted, and I whipped around and shot the Creep right through the skull. Brain matter splattered on my face, which I quickly wiped off. Glancing at the zombie at me feet, I realized it was a boy, about my age. Dark red hair, vacant green eyes. A “Reduce, Reuse, Recycle” shirt, peace sign bracelet, and a “Save the Earth” button. I smiled a bit. The world needed مزید people like him.
But he was dead now.
I felt someone pick me up. I was about to protest, but somehow it felt as though I shouldn't. That it needed to happen. Before I could see who it was, I was hoisted up on their shoulders.
“Get your gun out. Be ready.” A voice commanded. I did so, just in time to shoot another Creep running after us. Desperate to know who was carrying me, I looked down. I saw that distinctive curly ahoge...
“Feliciano?!” I said, shocked. He nodded and continued running. To think that he would carry me. To think that he could! I shot another zombie. A woman.
After running for a while, Alfred caught my attention. Blood dribbling down his face, he spoke to me. “Zana.”
“Yeah?”
He hesitated. “Lovino, Kiku, and Yao didn't make it.”
So that's it then. Matthew, Gilbert, Alfred, Francis, Feliciano, and I. The only ones left.
Chapter Twenty
Scottie's POV
I didn't know whether to scream, run, یا watch him kill me. There was something in his eyes. Something dark and unpleasant.
I scrunched up in horror as Andorra fell to the ground in front of me, neck snapped and eyes bulging. No, she didn't deserve to die. None of them did. I heard a scraping noise along the wall.
“Scottie... I know you're in there...” Dennis sang hauntingly. A shiver went up my spine. Burrowing myself further down in my hiding place, I crossed my fingers that he didn't find me.
My luck has always been bad.
Grabbing me سے طرف کی my shirt, he pulled me up in the air, eye-level with him. Now I could really watch him kill me.
He shook his head. “You know آپ can't hide from me.” He chuckled darkly.
“You monster.”
“I guess that's what they're calling me these days.” He took me and smashed me against the wall. I felt warm liquid ooze down my forehead when a picture frame fell off and hit me.
“Dennis, don't do this. You're a good person!” I pleaded.
He plunged a چھری right into my gut, and everything went black.
End Scottie's POV
I screamed. They were shooting everything they had at the Creeps, but it was no use. There was a never-ending crowd. Matthew and I ran up to them, killing as we went. I felt so much rage. At the Creeps. At myself. At everything.
“Zana, look out!” Gilbert shouted, and I whipped around and shot the Creep right through the skull. Brain matter splattered on my face, which I quickly wiped off. Glancing at the zombie at me feet, I realized it was a boy, about my age. Dark red hair, vacant green eyes. A “Reduce, Reuse, Recycle” shirt, peace sign bracelet, and a “Save the Earth” button. I smiled a bit. The world needed مزید people like him.
But he was dead now.
I felt someone pick me up. I was about to protest, but somehow it felt as though I shouldn't. That it needed to happen. Before I could see who it was, I was hoisted up on their shoulders.
“Get your gun out. Be ready.” A voice commanded. I did so, just in time to shoot another Creep running after us. Desperate to know who was carrying me, I looked down. I saw that distinctive curly ahoge...
“Feliciano?!” I said, shocked. He nodded and continued running. To think that he would carry me. To think that he could! I shot another zombie. A woman.
After running for a while, Alfred caught my attention. Blood dribbling down his face, he spoke to me. “Zana.”
“Yeah?”
He hesitated. “Lovino, Kiku, and Yao didn't make it.”
So that's it then. Matthew, Gilbert, Alfred, Francis, Feliciano, and I. The only ones left.