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>Stay put, investigate what's the deal with Your Cat.
>Fate? Thumbs up! [98]
>[RES-1=60!] No new Symptoms - Starting RES, it's only downhill from here.
Angelina's muffled sobs and hiccups permeate the otherwise silent hallway, bringing much needed sings of life to the dead sight down the alley. Your group's guard stands on the boundary between, weapon ready.
If only they would do something past just standing there like a moron! It's just a group of kids... or a single, horrendously maimed kid and corpse - as any hope you harboured about the state of the one lying on the ground is gone when you see them clearly. All covered in slashes, blood, and with their upper body torn to shreds...
Instantly you turn away from the scene. In your heart there is remorse for letting a person in need hanging, but what you have more is phantom pain in your neck searing you from the inside.
You will not die here. Not again. Not this far in.
"L-let's stay away." You mumble breathlessly - unconsciously, you were holding your breath.
Alex tentatively nods at your words and tries to relax, but both Jaq and Angelina seem frozen. With Jaq standing, unmoving like a pillar, deeply in thought with a scowl, meanwhile Angelina sits where she sat - supported by the lockers - and trying her best to breath, evidently resisting her overwhelming panic-
Something grazes your foot.
Like an arrow you bolt to the side. Where you previously stood, sits only Your Cat. It's tiny head bobbing up and down, as if laughing at your overreaction.
"H-hey, not funny..." You mutter, but Cat Don Fluffles doesn't look phased. Instead, it gets up and scampers away, past your friends aaaand right into the next alley up ahead, wiggling it's tail.
Dismayed, you check the situation. However, nothing's changed- wounded student still motionlessly leans on the increasingly red lockers, visible eye yet more lifeless, and the lone guard still awaits their reinforcements.
...Eh, if you don't help, you might as well see what's going on with the enigmatic Creature, instead of adding salt to injury, or looking at all this gore.
With a sigh you pass your group and follow. Thankfully they pay you no mind - clearly busy with their own tragedies.
Hopefully they will be fine...
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Carefully you reach the alley Cat Don Fluffles went to. Peeking behind the corner, you confirm two things:
One, that it's exactly the same as every other hallway - just more narrow, without the lockers, and posters replaced with crude graffiti. Although, lack of even the grated windows gives it a more dark, ominous vibe.
And the second, Your Cat stands in the middle, with posture straight like an arrow and looking... At the wall?
Tentatively, you walk over to Your Dear, but confusing Pet. "Eh, Is that it?" You muse to yourself, disappointed. It was ridiculous to expect a Cat to show something great, but still...
"Did you wanted to be pet?" You kneel and slowly pat Its sleek head. "At least I got a breather..."
