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MC POV - Interactive Story - 16
🕑 Added 2025-09-16 22:59:54 +0000 UTCRyan jogs to the end of the hallway and disappears into a bedroom. You hear drawers sliding open and slamming shut, the muffled sound of Ryan muttering to himself as he digs through things. After a few moments, he steps back out, clutching something close to his chest. He glances your way but doesn’t stop, hurrying into another room across the hall. More rummaging follows: closet doors rolling, shoes scraping on wood, and hurried footsteps as he checks each corner.
Jessica turns to you, keeping her voice low. “We should probably only scavenge for a little while before we head back to your place. We need to make sure it’s safe for the night. It’s 7 o’clock, but the sun is going down soon.”
A few minutes later, Ryan appears at the top of the stairs, a stuffed school bag slung over one shoulder. “I’m ready,” he says, panting with a flushed face.
You move downstairs together, the boards creaking under your weight. At the front door, you crack it open just enough to look outside. The night is alive with chaos. You hear sirens wail from several directions, followed by bursts of gunfire. Overhead, a helicopter’s blades chop the air, its engine rumbling low. Somewhere nearby, a scream shatters the brief silence, then fades just as quickly.
Jessica stands close, her shoulder brushing yours. “On second thought, maybe we should just go back to your house, Elijah.”
Ryan glances at you both. “If we go somewhere with fewer people, there’s less chance of the infection spreading. In biology, they call it ‘limiting vectors.’ The fewer hosts there are, the slower the disease moves.”
You and Jessica both gave Ryan an impressed look.
