Yu-Mi gasped slightly when she was pulled into a hug. She hadn’t been expecting that. Nervously, she patted Ángel’s back. “Hey, it’s alright. We’re both alive. Are you hurt?” When they separated, Yu-Mi leaned against the wall of the doorway, wincing. “Gimme a sec.” Now that the adrenaline was fading...

Paris’ bullet grazed her leg, not enough to do any direct fatal damage, but enough to bleed and hurt. She winced, and her heart pounded–would that speed up how fast she bled out? Yu-Mi didn’t know, despite how much of her life had been spent in a hospital. Like right now, for example. (not even real...

“Sorry,” she whispered as she heard Cee gurgle. What was she apologizing for? For not saving him somehow? That he had to die at all? That she didn’t kill– It was a gory scene, but it wasn’t real, but it was real, but in reality they were all lying quietly on hospital beds. The dissonance of it all s...

Oh my god he’s still alive . Yu-Mi would’ve dropped her gun out of shock if her grip on it wasn’t so cast-iron. Her throat hurt, likely from the way her heart was trying to claw its way up and out of it. She watched as Ángel sent the glinting instrument of death back at Paris (nice parry haha). By ...

“I’m not a real big existentialism person.” Yu-Mi had always much preferred to live in the moment and not waste time fretting over anything not physical enough to grab with her own two hands. “But I think the stars and stuff are pretty.” She smiled weakly and shrugged. “If you say so.” “Yeah, that’s...

“Ughhh.” Yu-Mi floated a few paces back from Ángel, looking pale–-paler than usual, that is. Ever since this morning(ish? assuming?), she had been assaulted with nothing but death, death, and more death. Obviously she had seen plenty of death prior to this, but recently there had been a barrage with...

The noise roused Yu-Mi from her (admittedly light) sleep. She picked her head up and squinted. “Shit, Bailey left?” Ugh, she hadn’t meant to fall asleep. “Okay, okay, I’m coming.” She picked up her pack and threw it over her shoulder, nodding at Ángel and Cee as she stepped close to them. “I want to...

“I don’t like Danganronpa.” Were they seriously talking about Danganronpa? “Hi Cee.” Haha like the drink. Ugh. She rubbed her arms uncomfortably as Ángel recounted the previous carnage. When Bailey stumbled inside the room, her eyes went wide. “Jesus, are-are you alright?” Obviously not, dumbass. Sh...

“Yu-Mi.” She waved, somewhat awkwardly. “Can’t remember your name either. Sorry, I’m, like, stupid.” Ángel’s delivery caused her to wince. “No, but seriously, we aren’t gonna kill ya. For real.” Was she making it worse? She was probably just making it worse. Yu-Mi decided not to debate Cee’s claim. ...

“Yippie.” Yu-Mi shrugged. “Whatever we are, we’re better than the ones who put us in here.” She’d cling to that. Yu-Mi glanced at the Omega Squad symbol, then back to Ángel. “Have…you seen anyone from Omega Squad? They haven’t been in any announcements, so they’re probably fine…” “None of this is fa...

“Okay. Good to know.” Yu-Mi rubbed the sole of her foot against the ground. “I guess not.” They were in a snowglobe–everyone outside could see inside, and nobody inside could get out. Not without shattering some things, that is. The click of the magazine didn’t make her wince. Well, yeah, duh . Yu-M...

The sound of Ángel’s voice startled her, and she quickly pounded on her chest to stop from choking. The movement made her think of her oscillation vest. Weird. She might never have to use it again. Thinking about death so much wasn’t like Yu-Mi at all, and she hated it. Still, when it was staring he...

Yu-Mi slipped silently into the empty classroom. The moment she had the chance to absorb the quiet, her hunger and exhaustion hit her all at once. With the ghost of a sigh, she sat down, rummaging through her daypack. She took out a lunchbox–for a moment she considered trying to ration them, before ...

Yu-Mi let go of the doorknob. “The–the things he said when he came in kind of got overshadowed, okay?” The words came out much harsher than she intended, and she paused. “Sorry. I-I mean if you really wanna get out of here so bad you can just–” kill everyone else. That’s what they said to do, right?...

Yu-Mi peeked out from between her arms, futilely watching the others talk. This wasn’t the first time she had ever felt helpless; it was a feeling that was familiar after many nights spent in a hospital bed. That feeling had grown numb, however, and settled into a comfortable complacency. This was n...