?EXTINCTION FUNK? [PHIGHTING x READER]

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CHAPTER 2 : NON-INDIGENOUS⋆

You had walked for what felt like hours, and it felt right to think so. The distance you crossed would have you collapsing, instead, you felt drained. Just on the verge of collapsing! Upgrades people, upgrades! Adrenaline works in the most wondrous of ways. No wonder people are junkies for those brain hormones.

Half an hour or so back, you had found a tourist map laying on the ground. Torn, some names of the locations were smudged- but still readable. Maybe. You wouldn't know if any names were incorrectly spelled. It was the map of what could be seen as the core of the city. It certainly answered the question as to why the longer you walked in a direction, the more buildings sky-rocketed, and the overall quality of the environment improved. Much more roads, cars, streets- and less... mysterious stains on the walls, shady nooks.

You scrunched up the map, before straightening it out again in aimless frustration- stupid piece of cheap paper -shoving it in front of you so it obstructed the lower part of your face.

You look down at it, pulling back a bit. There was a red area somewhere near your location.

Congrats! You will be entering the center shortly! ..yaaay..

Whichever path you followed takes you to a cement clearing, and you seize the opportunity to bless yourself with a short rest.

Propping yourself up against the wall of a cafe building, you lean on it and begin to set your priorities straight- because wandering around won't bring you a miracle.

The survival guide- which you do not have- definitely has finding shelter written somewhere in the first few pages. So, hideout. You should start looking for a hideout, an abandoned building or heavens forbid- a homeless shelter. Anything to keep yourself off the streets, really. That last guy who you saw 'sleeping' in an alley did not look so... alive.

You tremor at the memory, pulling the hood further over your head as you look up. The clouds were barely visible over the smog, the dark shade of upcoming nighttime obscuring them further. Wonder if you will ever see the sun rise again.

You push that thought as far away as possible, in the very back of your mind.

"Of course you will, moron." You whisper to yourself, looking side to side. "Why wouldn't you?"

Earth never stops its rotation, which means that mornings come again. As long as there is a sun, there is a morning.

You use that to reassure yourself, ignoring the fact that you were thinking of a completely different path, ignoring that you were talking to no one. You also ignore that you read 'Inpherno' on that map, instead of 'Earth'. Such a unique name for a.. country, you sincerely hope.

The sounds around you never stop, and you can hear the ringing of the coffee shop's phone. Rather loud, obnoxious and unimportant- you conclude, not giving it a second thought.

The coffee shop employee picks up, greeting, nodding their head- as they freeze, and look straight in your direction in such a way that makes you think they were ordered to. You freeze in your spot, fingers uncomfortably digging at your pants. Some could say you squeezed half of the water from them with that move.

"Its..? It's for you!" They wave to you, confusion written all over their face. You feel an uncomfortable sludge of anxiety sizzle in your stomach. It should not be for you. It was not.