The Game Of Scorb

Walks

You are Merkus Tyrant and you are royally pissed. Kyrann had come up to you, dressed like a fücking fairy and broke up with you! He said, quote-on-quote, 'you are to weak to be my matesprite. I'll find someone worth my time.' And that made you fly off the handle. You flew off the handle like a baby bird being pushed out of its nest for the first time.

You sigh and decide to take a walk. It will hopefully take your mind off things.

You exit your block, walking down one of the many hallways. There are countless hallways in this place. Maybe, if your lucky, you'll get lost and die.

You hear a cry of hatred and a thump. You stop, stunned to hear something like that. You gather your senses and call out, asking who is there. Nice going, Merkus. You just did the horror movie cliché.

Whoever was there ran, due to your yelling. You walk towards the noise you had heard. You notice the Jade and Gold blood. Kanera and Sairka.

You turn a corner, seeing the bodies. You bend down, planting a kiss on Kanera's lips. Her jade blood stained your lips. You scoot over you Sairka, repeating the motion unto her.

Nothing happens.

You sigh lowly. You guys never talked much, but they were still considered friends.

You are too weak to carry them. Looks like Kyrann was right. But there is a reason behind you being weak. You haven't eaten in a long time. Days? Maybe a week? You've lost a considerable amount of weight. You can clearly see your ribs.

Go get help.