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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 6: Center of Attention
            The familiar snap and crackle of the campfire greeted Meg, and she opened her eyes to a blurry mass of orange to her side. As her vision returned, she could see the other original survivors around her idling. Dwight was beside the fire, absently poking into it with a stick, while Jake sat on the log behind him. Claudette was sitting beside her, gazing into and lost to her own thoughts. The temp was the first to notice she had awoken.
            “Hey, look who finally came to,” he remarked, discarding his stick.
            “We thought we’d lost you back there,” chimed in Steve as he and the others in the trial emerged from the shadows, filtering to the logs.
            Dwight snickered as he adjusted his glasses, eyeing her up and down. “It looks like the great Meg lost some dignity on her way out.”
            The blood drained from Meg’s face as the horror of her encounter with the Nurse was loose. She prepared for death as the tide of conflicted emotions loomed.
            Claudette groaned aloud. “Come on, guys. We’ve all had our rough streaks and wet ourselves. Try to be more supportive.” She turned to the sprinter and nodded.
            Huh? Wet myself…? Meg sat up and looked down to see the outline of her juices having dried visible on her tight pants. Oh my fucking god! She chewed her lip as she recalled the previous encounter with the Nurse in detail. She had come all over herself, and she sat up as her face burned. The act revealed something else: she wasn’t wearing underwear anymore. Did she… steal my panties? It took all of her willpower not to let the craziness and embarrassment of that idea get the best of her. It partially failed as she was unable to suppress the blush, nor the spiral of embarrassing and mocking images of the Nurse it invoked.
            Jake coughed and sighed. “She’s right. Between the Hag and the Shape, I’ve done it a couple. Our lives are on the line after all.” They all mumbled and nodded in agreement.
            “I’m going to go change,” Meg announced, turning and walking towards her tent. She was thankful it was tucked more on the outskirts for privacy, but the darkness made her uneasy to be closer to. Footsteps came behind her as she prepared to enter, and she turned to see the botanist approaching.
            “Thanks for covering for me, Claudette.”
            “No problem,” she replied. She quickly glanced around and lowered her voice, leaning close as a wide grin spread across her face. “So, did you have fun?”
            Meg swallowed, her eyes widening and her face turning red once more. Was she really about to share her first sexual encounter with a woman to another girl? A woman that was also a supernatural killing machine? A woman that had killed her before? At this point there wasn’t much else interesting to talk about, and the botanist was her only connection on the bizarre subject.
            I can’t believe I’m about to talk about this… She took a breath and let it out quickly. “I-I’m not… really into… girls,” she confessed quietly. The more she played those words in her head the more doubt was cast.
            Claudette nodded and giggled. “Sure you aren’t… Anyway, it was really hard for me to get past Lisa’s appearance. She looks like… Well,” she rubbed the back of her head and stared at the ground, “y-you know. I don’t want to say anything bad. It’s just hard for me until we really get going, but she’s really nice.”
            She’s really nice? Meg thought of how absurd it sounded to have a fellow survivor describe one of the killers as being nice, especially given that killer had been murdering her only a short while ago. “This is insane…” she muttered.
            The botanist chuckled and draped an arm over her shoulders. “Tell me. What’s normal about us being trapped in this dimension?” She swayed a hand up to the dark sky. She was right, and Meg was at a loss for words. “I know you don’t like it, but being butchered by one less killer is a win, and we even get some, uh… fun… out of it. I’m sure you’ll come around in time… whether you want to or not.”
            Meg frowned as she regarded her, but she tried to think of the positives. However, a new memory distracted her and she felt compelled to address it. “H-Hey, has the Hag ever, um… stolen your underwear?”
            Claudette retracted her arm and stepped back, her lips curling in as she turned her head to check on the other survivors. Abruptly, she turned back and exploded with laughter, taking a knee as she ended it with a fit of hilarity-infused coughs. Meg’s face burned and her eyes were wide. She crouched down and kept her voice hushed.
            “Don’t you fucking dare tell anyone,” she ground out.
            The botanist finally caught her breath and beamed. “Oh. My. God. She’s just as much of a pervert as you are!” she exclaimed, keeping her voice just quiet enough that the others couldn’t hear. She fell into a fit of chuckles as Meg’s face continued to burn red.
            “Shutthefuckup.” The sprinter loosed a half-whine, half-groan sound. “That was just the one time. It never should’ve happened!”
            Claudette continued laughing at her before settling down and putting her arm back around her neck. She relaxed into a considerate whisper, all of her amusement washing away to a consoling tone. “It’s alright, Meg. I’m just messing with you, since you got caught spying. We’ve all got our needs and kinks. The killers all know what you’re into and will try to help you out at Sally’s request.”
            The sprinter grimaced and pulled away. “Oh my fucking god. That’s enough.” She pulled away and entered her tent, quickly changing pairs of athletic pants while she replayed all of the shame and embarrassment back to herself. She exited her tent and trudged back to the fire, folding her arms across her chest. This is fucking ridiculous. The others stared at her as she sat down, and she took off her jacket and draped it over her lap while she gazed into the fire.
            “So, who was it that scared the fearless Meg, eh?”
            She looked up to see David eyeing her with interest, and she sighed and sank down to the ground. Closing her eyes, she extended her hands towards the fire, enjoying its comforting warmth as she confessed. “It was… the Nurse.” When she opened her eyes, everyone was staring at her expectantly. A shiver ran down her spine and she pulled her legs in. “What? She terrifies me. One second you’re working on a generator, and the next she’s right there to cut you open.” The group nodded in agreement, offering commiserating glances.
            “Aye,” chimed in David. “Ain’t no one give me a jump like the Hag, though.” He sighed and tossed a twig into the fire, the gazes of the group watching it burn away. “That thing’s no taller ‘an a coffee table, and she can appear outta nowhere. Ya don’t know if it’s gonna be the real thing, or just a mud clone. That claw of hers is wicked sharp, and she looks like a gremlin…”
            Claudette took a seat beside Meg, and the sprinter noticed the disagreement on her face. “The Hag isn’t that bad, and she’s not as creepy at all compared to the other killers.” Stretching, she tilted her head up to the permanent night sky. “The Doctor is the worst. The shocks… and then you start hallucinating. You see him, and hear his laugh… The pounding of your heart in your ears. He’s everywhere in your head.” Shaking her head, she shivered and rubbed her arms. “I just get the repairs done and get out.”
            The sprinter stretched out and leaned back against the log, yawning away her sleepiness. The Nurse was still hot in her mind, and starting to become hotter the more the image of her bare chest appeared in her mind. Damn, she thought, why couldn’t mine have been that big? She folded her arms across her chest and frowned into the fire.
            “Hey, Meg.” The sprinter flinched out of her lewd and envious thoughts as Nea took a seat next to her. The tagger offered her a hopeful look as she was acknowledged. “You’re good at surviving. How do you escape the Nurse so much?” Meg was at a loss for words, her mouth lolling open as she struggled to puzzle out a reply. “I’m just wondering if there’s something different you do. I’ve been having a hard time lately, but I know you’re best when it comes to her.”
            Relief washed over the sprinter, and she sighed. “The adrenaline of staying alive keeps me alert to my surroundings. I’m always looking for ways out, and keep tracking of where things are. Maybe I can go over some of the things I look for when we’re together next time.”
            The tagger smiled and nodded. “I’d really like that. Thanks, Meg.”
            No sooner had Meg calmed down did a trial call to her. The hair on her neck bristled, and she stood up, turning to the beckoning darkness. Ace and Dwight were standing and exchanged glances among each other, but Nea stepped up beside the sprinter.
            “Well, looks like that chance is coming sooner than we thought.” The tagger smiled to her, but Meg’s heart merely sank.
            Just more opportunities for us to die, or for me to hear everyone else die… She swallowed and forced a meek smile back. “I-I guess so…” The survivors exchanged blessings and bid each other good luck before they entered the fog for the next trial. Please don’t be the Nurse… Please don’t be the Nurse… Please, God, don’t be the nurse! Meg repeated to herself, feeling her fill with butterflies.
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