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This car is going to get me killed. Not only has the gas been depleting quicker, the car hood has been opening every time you enter. The Abductors and Can Openers are not a good combo either. Luckily, this area has perpetual stability, so I'm not as rushed. Figured this would be a short run anyways.
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I could always tell when Francis is about to speak.
Mainly because he unmutes his mic a little too early.
“So.. uhm.. I hope you’re doing well on the road..” It was nice to hear the other, even if it was brief. Wish I could talk to him though. Or see him.. preferably see him. But I don’t exactly have a way of communicating with him.
Getting out of the car, I head towards the Anchor. I decided to go on foot, as it was on a hill that was too steep and rocky to risk bringing the Remnant. And, of course, there had to be Can Openers on the hill, because why not at this point? They’re inconvenient, but avoidable at least.
Francis sighs into the mic before he mutes again. Poor guy.
Picking up the anchor, I headed back for the car. The pricks from the radiation was something I was used to by now, so much so that it became comforting. It really shouldn’t. I trudge my way down the hill, the ball blocking my vision not helping-
I fell onto my stomach, catching myself before my head hit the ground. Looking up, I watched as the anchor rolled down the hill. That’s one way to get in the car. Looking back at the red-tinted ground. Wait-
I noticed too late. For a brief moment, I felt daggers through my neck. I tried to grasp at it, but my hands were frozen. The pain was replaced with numbness as my vision faded. I saw my own body, limp and lifeless. It was never that easy.
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I gasped awake, clawing and clutching at my neck, throwing my head back. Tears streamed down my face as my head throbbed, I curled my legs towards my body in futile attempt to get away from an invisible threat. But the car only beeped.
Wait- the car? The car was down the hill? I look up to see the garage, but that's impossible. Is this a hallucination?
“-ver? Driver!? Oh god. Oh god. Are you okay!?”
Francis’ voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Re-focusing on the car, I pulled into the garage. I sat for a moment, hands still gripping the wheel. How did I survive that? Did I survive it? I opened the door, stepping into the bathroom in what felt like seconds. Standing in front of the mirror absently.
So it did happen. I reached to my neck, my reflection doing the same. A scar now wrapped around my neck. How the hell am I still alive?
End? Wip maybe