(A/N: Sorry for the very late and short chapter! I was evicted and had to deal with some current life circumstances, but I'll be returning to my usual schedule soon!)
These sick bastards.
It's sick.
And yet—
Remarkably logical,
If it weren't at his own expense, if it weren't real, he might have praised the idea, the intelligence of a character that could remain so logical in a situation,
But this wasn't words on a screen, some interesting plot point, or the scheme of a character, this was real life, and people would actually die.
The revulsion creeps up my throat like a breathing, living thing,
I feel sick
But it's undeniably the most sound decision for these people to make, there's no reason to shame them for selfishly prioritizing themselves,
I can't tell if i'm scared of dying or if I'm actually angry they'd do something like this,
Is it both?
Can it be both?
Is it allowed to be both?
Is it fine to be so hypocritical?
"Now, now~" The woman in blue smiled as though she wouldn't be sending eight— and manymore to their eventual deaths with such casualty, "It's time to board the train, line up, whoever's closest gets into the train,"
The atmosphere of discomfort plummeted from wariness to complete distress shifted from crying to fleeing, but with such a large crowd of people there was nowhere to go from the front,
"Are you crazy!?"
"You're insane! There's no way I'm going on that train!?"
"Why don't you go instead! Why should we go?"
She smiled, her smile shifted into a grin, and then a mouth full of fangs that interlocked like a zipper, her limbs started stretching, stretching, and stretching until they were unnaturally elongated, her fangs eerily resembled a praying mantis, the crackling of her bones was enough to make my teeth ache.
Before anyone else had the chance to scream, to take another step, to react, to do anything at all, she darted forwards with horrific speed, tackling someone through the crowd with agile, knocking people down like bowling pins, inhuman movements, few people made way and quickly moved at the start of her change,
It takes him off guard, takes everyone off guard causing people to lapse, even if it's for a moment before they start floundering, stumbling, falling, and dragging people down with them in their scattering,
scrambling away from the woman tearing a man's throat out with newly-made claws, blood splattering on her face, pouring freely down the man's neck as he clutched his throat, her talons ripping through his shirt to drag his barely struggling form into the still train, engine humming lowly,
"That's quicker than before", the sturdy man acknowledged, having short to no trouble grabbing scrambling people by the hair and their clothes and heaving people into the train despite their pleas. "You usually have more patience for new recruits,"
Ignoring the people screaming, crying, begging— screaming for their lives, to engage in a conversation that wasn't even being reciprocated,
Unlike before, in the auditorium, my feet did move, but everything felt.. unnatural, it felt like I was using my limbs for the first time,
My feet were numb, sharp pinpricks and needles shooting up my leg with every step I took, I felt lightheaded, endless amounts of sick bubbled up my throat,
I could push past the nausea and the abrupt feelings swarming my head, I could ignore the pain shooting up my body from my feet, but the unease in my stomach didn't go away,
I don't know what's wrong with me, I've never felt this sick so suddenly before, again.. It feels like someone is doing this on purpose.
The woman from the floor suddenly shot up like a bullet, scrambling away with tears and desperation, running into me, the two of us colliding sending her tumbling to the floor and making me stumble.
The nausea makes it worse, makes it harder for me to collect my bearings, don't understand why until a sharp, stabbing pain sank into my leg, and then the world tilted,
There wasn't time to think, not even time to scream,
Just impact with the ground,
Pain exploded through my leg and shot through my skull, something had snapped— I think, just burning pain surging in awful waves up my body like electricity.
Everything felt hot, sharp, and nauseating, it felt like something had cracked, did it..?
…I can't think.
Did I hit my head?
It feels cold, and wet, Is my head bleeding?
I can't hear..
Everything hurts
I can't keep blacking out,
Why do I keep blacking out?
—You'll be fine
What?
Damn it, I can't think properly-
What the hell does any of that mean?
People are still screaming
[Sorry for the Inconvenience, Thank you for meeting our (8) passenger Quota]
[The Doors have closed. The train is departing, this train will not return, if another train claims to be heading to Low Station, do not board that train.]
What do you mean I'll be fine? The train is leaving with whatever kind of hell is inside of it.
—You will survive.
Hey… isn't living with this many injuries worse than just dying painfully?
Honesty he's rather just die than live through something as painful as this-
The world around me flutters and pulses, fading in and out of darkness.
The unsettling voice fell silent, presumably merely just finished speaking instead of not having an answer to my dread,
God everything hurts, it feels like he's dying
Is he dying?
He hopes not, (how annoying) that wouldn't be good..
Who's going to pay for my mom's treatments? (Why do you even care?)
I'm my parents' only child.. they're too old to still work (you never cared before.)
(It's too late to feel remorse) Is this regret?
I've been so tired..
Isn't it better to die now? (Hypocrite.)
I'm bleeding.. this is so annoying.. so frustrating.. why do I have to die? I didn't choose this.
Isn't killing yourself because you're miserable supposed to be a choice?
Isn't the whole point of suicide that you choose to die?
Just because I want to be dead doesn't mean I'm fine with being brutally murdered.