DEATH'S DOOR
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"You came back!", yelled Deserell.
"Of course, I am." Yuheiyo's hard tone can't repress his sneer.
Did this guy hope he would die out there?
Why wouldn't he come back then?
This kind of thought alone made him look at the other with utter disgust in his eyes. If the hallway was lit up then somebody might see it. As if perceiving there was a bad look on his face, Deserell halted getting them a safe distance.
A glance toward the assumed medicine box, awkwardly he asked.
"Have you found the medicine for Brother's Far?"
Yuheiyo shows barefaced deride, "What do you think?"
"I think you did it," as, of course, even after sensing the other's clear hostility, it doesn't work as he doesn't need to feel embarrassed.
"Let me check it..."
"Hold it."
"No problem."
"Shameless," repeated Yuheiyo.
Being freed from an octopus person, looking on, strange, 18061819's mind blank all of his upcoming thoughts.
For a second when the young man left him for his colleague, a dimly image of an unknown face had appeared.
It wasn't clear who this could be or where the person should be, but what was only left was his sense of distant familiarity.
A movement from somewhere had made it set aside at the deepest corner of his mind.
He turned, suddenly hearing the people hurried steps, keening screams after the darkness as they ran down to the staircase.
As expected, there was an unknown voice inside him, whispering akin to the repeated concentration, having him to move on its words, and so he did it, and so by doing it he took steps toward the fire exit.
18061819's was called out by Yuheiyo but ignored. "Won't you come with us?"
"You finally believe me, " Deserell lips curved upward into a beaming smile secretly agreeing to what has been said.
"Do you think I care for that?"
Yuheiyo scowled. "And can you do me a favor by keeping your mouth shut to yourself for a while."
Deserell felt offended, "Why not keep your mouth shut to yourself? You are the one suggesting it, why don't you do it yourself!"
"Huh?"
"Now, you're deaf?" Talking back to each other with volumes.
Deserell and Yuheiyo continued on throwing salt to each other's skin, bringing on and fermenting, and immersing themselves in a little quarrel to the point where they somehow neglected, became clueless of the world surrounding them.
They had failed to notice how the other side is now struggling in saving their own skin.
Going back to the time when the two members of the group left for following an unknown savior for the sake of hugging a protector at their side.
When they have confirmed someone was really stuck inside the elevator's car, the group decided to save this person, whoever it was, the thought of leaving them to their deaths didn't place quite right.
Then there are three grown-up seniors who presented themselves, volunteering they would do the job, and did it without any fuss.
But, who would have thought something called bad luck would strike at the very moment the intern medical female nurse was saved from her confinement.
Now, rushing down the stairs of the fire exit.
For the sake of your life you cannot stop running away, or else the next scream of being torn apart would be you.
That's what they were all having inside their mind right now.
Keeping it as a big reminder, one wrong impulse, one life would be taken away.
As they hurried through the staircase, heading to the safest place, possibly where the other two people, Deserell and Yuheiyo, then, there is still hope to stay alive.
If only at the back they wouldn't hear the menacing hideous growl, back and forth, and low teeth sharping from the same beast as they've encountered before who reaps people's necks to be eaten.
"I can't run anymore!" Jane's eyes were wide and terrified as she tried to peek at the back of her shoulders.
At the exact time where another junior was caught on, his head chunk out from its place, no time for the scream to happen, and now she could be the next prey who would be like that sooner or later.
After all, being the one person who was left behind because she's not a fast runner, let alone they're going down the stairs, not the flat road.
It was hard enough for her.
What is more, with a high chance of probability she will be captured in this state.
She, she, she can't die. She doesn't want to die—not at least like this. Jane thought distressed, wet tracks sliding down on her horror-stricken pale cheeks.
Her mind cannot help thinking a lot of things.
Maybe this is what those people call out as your regrets before dying, such as the moment when she chose to become a natural researcher because she was curious enough to know what was behind those harden blue walls along with their artificial sun, and its price takes a heavy tool without returns.
Like, the man who took care of her all this time has already sacrificed himself for her, and it is enough reason to know her choice is her biggest mistake, and she really regretting it.
Is she going to die like this?
Growling, the beast without a name, yet ferocious and deadly, has jumped onto her.
"Jane!" Somebody shouted, looking back at her, and Jane found herself closing her eyes in dread and terror, making the whole body freeze that she accidentally slipped on the stairs.
Within a second it feels as if the time has been in slow motion, instinctively opening her eyes, expecting to see the mouth of the beast and perhaps descending straight to her death, none of it was happening. Instead, there was the face she just saw for the first time today—now they are a bit too close, embracing her waist in order to hold her from the doom of falling.
18061819 has come perfectly at this moment, the female on his hold was shocked.
Yet, it didn't hinder him from twisting the blade to his own wishes to s***h the beast's head.
Dark blood splattering out in a matter of seconds, touching against their faces because of the short distance, leaving 18061819's eyebrow furrowing a bit longer this time.
"Sister Jane," Deserell yelled, running forward.
"Sister Jane! Sister Jane! Are you okay?"
Jane blinked awake.
Then the warmth on her waist disappeared, as she felt her body seemed to be back on the falling sensation.
Please wait—a minute—before she could think of something, the other people's hands caught her.
"Sister Jane! Are you okay?"
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