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MC POV - Interactive Story - 14
🕑 Added 2025-08-16 17:06:30 +0000 UTCYou rest your hand against the bathroom door, speaking clearly so Ryan can hear you through the wood.
You rest your hand against the bathroom door, speaking clearly so Ryan can hear you through the wood. “I’m sorry. She was turning. I had to stop her before it got worse.”
The hallway is silent. Only the faint hum of the air conditioner and distant traffic outside filter through. Ryan doesn’t answer. Seconds pass, stretching thin. You can see Jessica watching you, her arms wrapped tight around herself, shoulders tense.
A burst of sirens wails somewhere beyond the block, joined by the distant crackle of gunfire echoing through the neighborhood. The steady chop of helicopter blades fills the air overhead, its shadow sweeping across the bedroom window and across the hallway walls. Jessica grabs your arm. You can feel her breath quicken as she looks past you, eyes wide, searching the landing for any sign of movement.
After a moment, Jessica whispers to you, “Elijah, what are we going to do?”
Before you can answer, Ryan speaks up, his voice muffled. “Excuse me, sir…if my mother is dead, what happens to me?”
