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The Shame Game	By : Aynine Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > FemSlash/Yuri - Female/Female Views: 3352 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Shame Game

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Chapter 4: Mutual Disappointment

            Meg rolled over as she woke up, unleashing a mighty yawn. She slept for a while, but her stamina didn’t feel restored. There wasn’t a nightmare this time, and she sat up, imagining the Nurse again, but it didn’t elicit the fear it had before. She sighed and climbed out of the tent, trudging to the campfire. Most of the survivors were there, but Claudette was absent, along with Laurie, Yui, and Adam. As she sat down, Nea popped up and took a seat beside her.

            “Hey, you’re awake. How’d you sleep?”

            The sprinter yawned again. “I’ve slept better, but no nightmare this time. I hope it stays that way.” She sighed and zipped up her jacket, slipping her hands into the pockets.

            “Well, I’m glad you’re doing better.” She patted her on the back and smiled, earning a faint one back. Abruptly, she sighed. “Well, my number’s up. I’ll see you later.”

            Meg waved goodbye, watching as Bill, Dwight, and Feng joined her. She hung her head, wiping a hand over her face. Yawning once more, Jake moved up beside her.

            “For someone usually so in control, you look wiped right now.” He gazed into the fire, leaning forward with his hands on his knees. Turning towards her, he raised a brow. “It’s not like you to be rattled like this.”

            Meg frowned and looked into the fire. “I guess… I’ve just been letting the stress get to me. I need a longer break to unwind. Maybe a whole day.” She shrugged and glanced to the fog, seeing Claudette and her party return, with Adam and Laurie looking rough. Yui and the botanist appeared unfazed by their encounter. “We don’t get much time between these trials, and… I see the Nurse more than anyone.”

            “You escape her far more than anyone. I’d think you would look forward to facing her more.”

            Meg shook her head. “I have to watch the others die. I hear them screaming. The survivors’ guilt is bad, too, but…”

            Jake cocked his head to her. “But?”

            Sighing again, the sprinter confessed. “The Nurse terrifies me. She’s killed me before, and she makes it feel so… personal in some way.”

            The naturist chuckled and put a hand on her shoulder. “It all feels personal to me. The Entity feeds on us, so don’t take it like that. I know her personal kills are like that, so you’re not special.”

            Meg nodded. “You’re right.” She let loose an exasperated sigh and smiled. “Thanks, Jake. I feel a bit better.”

            “Any time, Meg. Even if it’s not me, talk to someone if you’re feeling down. I know it’s hard, but we’re all in this together.”

            She smiled and grabbed his hand. “I will. I promise.” She could feel the fog calling and drawing her, and she took a deep breath. “I’ll see you after the next one.” They waved to one another and she stepped to the fog. Dwight, Steve, and Claudette stepped with her. The botanist groaned and rolled her eyes as they entered.

            The world receded, and she found herself in the middle of the street, with crashed and abandoned vehicles surrounding her. The lights of a cop car were just to her left, rotating and spraying their colors on the walls of the houses. The mist was thick, and little more than the first houses before her could be seen. Meg shivered as she placed a hand on the hood of the cop car, getting low and crouching off to some hedges. She kept watch down the street and into the misty unknown, absently stepping through an opening in the hedges. She collided with Claudette and they fell into the grass.

            “H-Hey, watch where you’re going,” the botanist chided quietly, but she had a smile. “Come on. Don’t get too distracted now or—”

            The screech of the Nurse in the distance caused Meg to spring to her feet. Oh, god. Not again… She took a deep breath and pointed to the house. “There’s a generator in there,” she said, watching the backdoor light flicker on and off.

            Together, they entered in, finding peeling wallpaper and rotted cabinets of the kitchen. Floorboards were scuffed and worn, and forgotten furniture sat in the corners. They found the generator in a small room near the back, connecting to the living room and a side entrance to the home. Beginning work, Meg’s heart sank every time she could hear the screech of the Nurse in the distance, her sounds suppressing all other information her mind could track. Even as the generator chummed to life, she followed Claudette and listened. As they approached the front door, she heard the whoosh of the killer’s otherworldly movement. A stream of distortion landed between the two girls, and there she floated, her head cocked and her saw raised.

            Meg petrified as she stared her down, but she spun and struck Claudette, and the fatigue of her power caught up to her. The botanist cried out and disappeared out of the house in a blur, her blood splattered on the door frame and a trail leading out into the lawn. Meg turned and ran out of the back door, but one thing caught her attention.

            “Wait!”

            The Nurse called out to her, but she dared not stay and find out why. Running through the back yard, she skillfully leaped through a gap in the fence and crouched down behind some shrubs. Her heart thumped, and she peeked out to see if the killer was following her, but her noises could be heard growing fainter to the distance, and she breathed out.

            She turned to find another generator beside her, and she began work, finding the expected sounds of the machinery to be calming. A rustling from the grass beside her caused her to jump up, and she pulled away just as the generator was about to jam in spite. Feng offered a half-hearted wave and joined her on repairs. Another generator powered up in the distance, and the pair completed theirs and went their separate ways.

            Dread set in when Steve and Claudette were struck down within a blink of each other, ending up on hooks shortly after. Scouting the area of their hooks, she crept along the side of the school and found the botanist near the back alley. Pulling her down, she walked alongside Meg and retrieved the jock from the parking lot. Feng squealed and was struck down, ending up on a hook a few seconds later. The trio worked to heal each other, but no sooner had they finished did the Nurse arrive. Panic set in, and Meg bolted as a flash of toothy steel that left Steve bloody and limping for cover inside. The man was brought down in the sub-level of the building, and ultimately ended up in the basement, his wails spilling out even two floors below. Meg failed to track where Claudette went, but she moved to an outer generator, trusting the botanist to rescue their allies.

            As time ticked away there were no rescues, and the Entity soon worked to take the others. Meg took a deep breath and charged along the walls to reach them. She made it to Feng in a forested corner, pulling her down just as the Entity prepared to take her away. However, Steve succumbed and perished, the dark of the sky warning of his demise.

            “Oh, no, not Steve,” Feng murmured as Meg bandaged her. She looked at the bloody cloth and grimaced.

            “I thought Claudette would grab him,” the sprinter whispered.

            The gamer shook her head. “Her hex… We can’t tell where anything or anyone is.”

            Third Seal? Meg thought, turning to glance out into the distance. “I… didn’t know,” she muttered, rubbing the back of her head.

            “Where was your last generator? I’ll go and repair it, but you should distract the Nurse or find the hex totem. She hasn’t hit you, yet.”

            Meg nodded and pointed to where it was, and they split up. After several minutes of sneaking and searching, the generator and gates powered to life, but Feng was caught running for the exit. Sprinting to where she had been picked up, she arrived in time to watch the girl meet her end on one of the hooks. Meg hung her head and grimaced, the last cries before she was slain filling her head. In the distance, she could see one of the gates open, and her heart fluttered. She took a deep breath and sprinted for it, running as hard as she could down the street. This was her chance to get away, and she could see Claudette inside, motioning to her. However, the Nurse surged through her, a series of blinks landing her in the exit. She swung, and the botanist was forced to flee, disappearing into the fog.

            I can make it! Meg thought as she tried to run through, but the Nurse turned and blinked, landing in front of her. The sprinter crashed into her body and fell, rolling across the grass. The exit was so close, and she picked herself up, but she was spent, and her legs felt like jelly. Pushing herself, she wobbled and jogged, but there was one more blink, and the Nurse moved through her body. The sensation turned her blood to ice, and it was enough to distract her. Stumbling forward, she was caught in an open embrace, just a few meters from freedom.

            “N-No, please!” she cried, flailing to get away. She kneed her in the stomach, and she could hear a raspy groan. She continued her efforts, but she was hoisted onto the killer’s shoulder and an arm wrapped around her legs.

            “Quit struggling!”

            Somehow, the words failed to reassure her, and she continued thrashing, but it wasn’t enough. She twisted and glanced over her shoulder to see them moving directly to a hook hanging over the street. Oh god, no! She tried to free herself, but they simply floated by. She watched as it grew smaller in the distance behind them, her motivation to struggle faltering. It was soon replaced with curiosity, and she was carried into a house and up the stairs.

            “You’re such a nervous wreck, Meg. Perhaps we can do something about all of that stress.”

            They entered a room on the top floor, and she was slung onto a bed. With an oof, she landed comfortably and was left staring at the Nurse. Her curiosity washed away as she was stared at her, and she sprang up and ran past the masked woman, stopping at the top step of the stairs and pivoting to see if the killer was following.

            “W-Wait, you’re going to—” The Nurse reached for her, but it was too late. The sprinter shrieked as she fell backwards, hitting the steps hard and blacking out.

            Meg’s eyes snapped open and she gasped in a deep breath, panting hard. Sitting up, she found Nea sitting beside her. “Whoa, whoa, hey. Take it easy.”

            “Ohhh…” She moaned and grabbed her head with both hands. “Where am I?”

            The tagger adjusted her beanie and shrugged. “Back home, I guess.” She motioned to the campfire. “I guess the Nurse got you this time, huh?”

            Meg stared into the fire, trying her hardest to recall what happened. “I… don’t know. I don’t… think so?”

            Nea shrugged. “Well, Claudette said she had to run out, so she didn’t see if you got caught. You… came out of the fog unconscious, though. I’ve never seen that before.”

            Meg sighed and laid back down. “I don’t know. I’ll… try to remember.” As she laid there, the haziness of her memory cleared, and her eyes went wide. Oh, my god. I… died… falling down the stairs…
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