Chapter Eight - Realization
Survivor's Campfire
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Feng's POV
*sigh*
I doubt he plays any video games.
(Y/N): So, perks?
...
I-
completely take that back.
Feng: You game?
I grab his arms in excitement and I put my face close to his.
(Y/N): Uhhh ye-
Feng: Which ones?
He looks a bit uncomfortable but I didn't care.
Hehe.
(Y/N): Hmmmm overwatch, csgo, league-
Feng: of Legends.
I interrupted.
...
Oh my go-
(Y/N)'s POV
I mentally sigh.
She started bombarded me with game questions and opinions.
While she was talking, I look at the other survivors as they had a 'what the hell are you guys talking about' face.
Adam: Feng, save it. (Y/N), I have a question.
(Y/N): Hm?
Adam: How did you make it to the gate without having to know what's going on?
I got a flashback of Susie.
(Y/N): A girl was there.
Adam: A girl? Like a survivor?
(Y/N): I think so, earlier we were in a rush before a loud noise came out. She push me to the fields and she also stayed.
Adam took a moment.
Adam: What does she look like?
I took a moment to get the details of Susie.
(Y/N): She has pink hair, oversized hoodie, convers-
???: Did you just say pink hair?
I look to a girl with blonde hair wearing a blue dress top and jeans.
(Y/N): Yeah?
Girl in blue: It can't be...
She look down before asking me another question.
Girl in blue: D-did she have a mask?
....Yeah she did.
I didn't say but I nod instead which made her curse.
Adam: (Y/N).... she's a killer.
(Y/N): ...what?
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(A/N): Three chapters within a day.
That's a new record.
Yall, should I add a love triangle to the mix?
*cough* Feng *cough*
Also, how's the story so far?
Any feedback or even
recommendations?
*insert pog emote*
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