MC POV - Interactive Story - 12
Added 2025-07-14 14:47:33 +0000 UTCYou say, “You need to stay strong right now. I’ll take care of your son. I promise.”
Her shoulders jerk and she presses a hand to her mouth, trying to smother a sob. Tears spill freely down her cheeks. When she lowers her hand, her lips tremble so badly she can hardly speak.
“There’s no other way for this to end,” you say. You keep your eyes on hers. “The infection’s already inside you.”
A shudder runs through her. She sucks in a few shaky breaths, nodding as though forcing herself to accept it. Her chest rises and falls quickly.
“I just…” Her voice breaks, and she clears her throat. “I just want to get something out of my closet. A picture. I want to hold it while you…do what you have to do.”
You give her a single nod. She turns toward the closet, moving stiffly. Her hands tremble as she reaches for the knob. The door creaks open, and she keeps glancing back at you over her shoulder, eyes wide and red.
Inside, you hear her rummaging, pushing things aside. Then a sharp, hollow scrape echoes inside the closet, metal dragging across wood. Her shoulders tense, her breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts.
