Everything ended fine. They stopped playing, making barely any mistakes. When he looked around, he saw all of them having terrible faces, one girl was better than the four. She smiled, “good, you held up on the pressure,” she glanced at Cumas, licking her lips. “Have a brea, then you are up. An applause could be heard on stage, which Cumas felt was satisfying. “Girls, you know where to set up, you, come here,” she pointed at Cumas.He looked confused. She looked over the seat, rustling in it and said, “bring the next one, while I speak to him.”Cumas got glances from the girls, but they left peacefully. “How, how did you do that?”Cumas replied, “I dont know.” His fingers were together, locked behind his back. They were shaking frantically through his whole arm. He got stared down again and then she asked, “What's your name?”Her voice was malicious. He immediately replied with,”Cumas!” She nodded.“Well, cumas,” she spoke slowly, he felt relief all over his body, “if you need any hel
Cumas realised that he would need one of those cards, but he didn't want to ask. He looked at the clock. He thought of bringing it up and it popped up.[10:43:12][10:43:11][10:43:10]He sighed heavily but hoped he would survive in the terrible position he was in. He just waited for this to all end. He slouched back into his chair and thought about what he should do. The potential worst thing that could happen was him meeting the two girls again. He deducted that so he just thought he should stay with them. He saw a few people come back into the area, staring to sit down, also talking. He realised that there was no one wearing an iron plate like the guy down the area. He wondered why it had just been shown to himself. He really didn't want to be put in a bad position but he still accepted it. He saw the waitress bring pizza, who was having problems carrying the food. He groaned in his head and got up, walking to her. He had grabbed two plates and put them in front of the girls, the
It was a dark area with none of the lanterns nearby.‘Why didn't they put some in here?’“Um, can I please have the key?” He put out his hand, expecting it. She smiled, “um, can you help me with something first?” Her hand moved to her mouth, licking her tongue, Cumas asked, “what is it?”“Can you rub my belly?”He looked puzzled. “Why?”She sighed,” you heard, am obese, I have been having these painfl feeling in my tummy, can you… lightly rub it.”She looked embarrassed. Cumas thought about it. ‘Something about her, she is lying, isn't she?’“I will,” he reluctantly said. He thought about getting away and was wary of her. He rubbed her tummy with the clothing on, and she was shocked and moaned.‘What the hell, that sounds far too weird.’He did it for a while then stopped, “can I please have the-”“Rub me more, please,” she looked at him, begging. He shook his head in disgust. “What, no,” she stared at him.“RUB ME MORE!”He moved back but she grabbed him. “What do I do, think?” H
[1 hour remaining] It said those words on a slight transparent screen. The lucky guy to notice this was called Cumas, he was puzzled by what he was seeing and he glossed over it. Sitting on an uncomfortable wooden and plastic chair and table combo, he started again for the millionth time as a teacher. "As he blah blah blah, he blah blahed and then he did this cool blah blah," that's what he heard from his teacher's mouth. He wondered how he felt. Cumas wasn't samet but he had one thing he was always intrigued by psychology and sociology. People thought it was a bit sadistic but he glanced over it. He just kept on hearing the teacher ponder on. [35 minutes remaining] Cumas was still puzzled why he was seeking this. In intervals of 5 it would always pop up, illuminating its presence to him, but then get overshadowed by how Cumas was unimaginative. There were 5 minutes left of the school day and he had given up listening to what the teacher said. Oh well, could go over this at home.
When Cumas entered the building, he heard a noise. The noise wasn't that great, it was shallow. But the aftermath was greater than he would imagen. The bunker was 'technically' not a bunker. 'It's not underground' He looked funny because of it, but then got startled with a huge rustling sound. BRRRRRRR!! It was the door, shaking vividly as if someone was breaking inside. Cumas jumped into the air and looked at the door, vibrating unnaturally. He could not believe the impact was going to be that great. He blinked again after it had calmed down. He gave a sigh of relief, closing his eyes, going off into his dreams. The nightmare Cumas had was crazy, however he knew it was true. He leaves behind everybody. He could have saved those people, but the guilt started to bite him. He had fallen asleep from shock and did not even notice the area. He blinked again. 'Was I that tired?' He saw the door again, in pristine condition. It had a metallic look, opposing what it looked from the
Cumas laughed because of it. "What, why is it asking this? There is no girl here, so how-" he stopped. He turned and looked at the door. 'What, nooooo.' He sighed heavily and walked towards it, glaring at the metallic door. Squeeze skin? What is that- holding hands? He was in the bunker for a day and he had already gotten used to it. He had gotten info on how to use most things. He had to level up the bunker to get more things, he had pets to keep in here and storage was easy to use. But quests, he thought he could live like this for the rest of the apocalypse. He went back to the quest note and looked at it. 'Wait, a reward' He was hoping it would be what he expected or something along those lines. Nope. "If incomplete you will be kicked out of the bunker for 12 hours," he said in a scared voice. "And where's the reward?" He shook his head, took a breath and started thinking. He put on his socks and shoes, stepping only on a certain area. He opened the door and went out
“What do you mean? I am doing what you wanted.” “No you are-, forget it, let's go and ransack this place,” a man said with a deep voice, the other spoke with an almost identical voice, just a bit high pitched. The pair had climbed over the wooden fence like the other two had and were looking for resources. They glanced round and saw nobody through anything. He pointed at a window. “Let's go through there,” the higher pitched man said, and the other one nodded. Cuma’s eyes twitch from it. He had moved him and her to the ground to make sure that there would be no one seeing them. Why did Cuma’s do it for the other guys? These probably have guns, that's his deduction. They speak around, acting confident, then they stay silent, looking for enemies. Both of them would be dead and-. ‘Oh boy, I do not want to die, this is stupid’ But why did he let the kids in? They are kids, they can't live in this world by themselves, and he knew that, those adults would be scared and he had to
"No,no,no,no, what the- nooo, not happening, are you stupid!" He immediately sat down on the fluffy floor, hoping it would make his worries go away, but it didn't. ‘Honestly most people would kill to have an opportunity like his, Why this'’ While he tried to figure out his aim, he jumped up again and checked if there was a punishment. 6 hours unable to enter the bunker, but the reward would be a level up stat to Cindy if she came here. He kept on swerving and thinking. He did not want to do this. He stopped for a second and said out loud, “no, no I will not be doing this,” he stood strong in the middle of the room, looking like an idiot. The aftermath surprised him. [Quest terminated] ‘Huh, it worked, why? It shouldn't be listening to me, what's going on? If it- He walked up to it, picturing Cindy in his head constantly and just lay on the comfy floor. The dip did not allow him to manoeuvre well, but he still rolled a bit. After a bit, this happened. Dong. He pounced and loo