i’m so sorry fandom. basically entre being the last one alive and becoming spook.
warning(s): character death, blood
“No! Fuck, Swag, come on, you can’t leave me like this!” Entre felt something hot and wet rolling down his face. He shook the limp body in his arms, panic jolting through him, like he had jabbed a fork into a power outlet. His friend’s head only lolled limply to the side, staring at nothing, the usual energetic spark absent and leaving only emptiness. The wounds in Swag’s body continued to bleed, despite the ended life.
It had been a sick joke. The military base had been abandonded weeks ago. The small party had arrived with high hopes, and Entre was ready for a new life, where hopefully he could help fix his mistake.
It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
The large structure had been quiet when they arrived. Blood was spattered along the walls, as if a toddler got his hands on a tub of deep scarlet paint. They instantly knew something was wrong. They should’ve left the instant they saw blood, but Swag insisted on searching for survivors.
They found survivors, all right. As soon as they saw the group of ragged people, eyes all glimmering with insanity, Entre knew they stood no chance of fighting. They had come so far, lost so much. They should have left when they fucking could.
They ran away, but the group knew the abandoned military base too well. Rocky was lost in a horde of infected that the bandits kept as pets. He had attempted to fight them off on his own.
One took a bullet for Ted, only to have the boy receive a crushing blow to the head with a spiked bat, moments after.
Dave threw himself in front of Entre, shielding his former boss from the snarling jaws of an infected. Swag had to drag Entre away as his former secretary was eaten alive.
72, still crippled from the loss of the love of his life, did not bother to fight as his head was swiftly detached from his neck.
Audrey was gone soon after, with Beansprout fighting hard to protect her, only in vain. They died together.
They were all gone, it was just Entre and Swag. Escape was literally at their fingertips. Entre’s hand had brushed the handle of the fire escape door when Swag collapsed, gasping, bleeding from a hole in his ribs. He received another through his knee, but still scrambled to his feet and the two ran out together. The bandits didn’t bother to pursue them.
Swag collapsed in front of the RV, the one he worked so hard on to restore, in order to bring them to safety. The bulletproof one died in Entre’s arms, the wounds from the guns too much for him to take.
Entre huddled over the body of his best friend, sobs wracking his body like punches, hard and painful. It was hard to breathe, especially with his gas mask covering his face. His ribs ached from the horrible coughing sickness, and only screamed their protest with each sobbing breath he took.
His world was collapsing around him. There was no reason for him to go on anymore, was there? He leaned against the RV, cradling Swag’s corpse against his chest for what felt like days, weeks. He didn’t eat. He barely slept, for fear of the crows devouring the body of his best friend.
His eyes saw things that weren’t there. Spiders were crawling all over his arms, their sharp, needle-like legs leaving pinpricks of blood along his skin. The crows laughed and mocked him and waited for him to finally burn out, like a candle with a slowly dying flame and a melting body.
Once, the crows flew away, their voices riddled with fear. A monstrosity was there, it’s body huge and writing, like a shadow. It’s face was white like bone and stretched into an eternal smile. It reached out with a clawed hand, letting its fingers curl around Entre’s face, a sensation like being dipped in cold water. It whispered in his ear, it whispered things Entre did not want to hear.
Shuddering, the survivor dropped Swag’s body and fled into the RV. He searched out protection. “I don’t want to hear it anymore, shut up!” he whispered. His chest tightened until he could barely breathe. He was drowning in the shadow of that beast. Entre found one of Swag’s sickles. Just holding them made his skin burn.
The thing reached out again and grabbed the wrist holding the weapon. Entre shook his head fiercely, the action making his mind rattle around in his skull, creating a horrible pounding. The monster forced his own shaking wrist close to his face.
“Shh, now, it’s alright, my dear,” the monster cooed. Entre whimpered. “You need not be afraid longer. I’m here. You aren’t alone. You only see how the world is bad, close your eye. Be free.”
Entre listened to the monster’s hissing voice, and it closed his eye for him. His left eye only new nothing. Blood trickled down his face.
“You should smile, dearest.”
Entre nodded and split his face into a smile. He would smile forever, with his eye closed to the bad. He could only see the good, he was free, from a family holding him back. He was meant to be alone. He was meant to be free.
“That’s right, be free,” the monster hissed, voice expressing its pleasure. Entre swelled with pride. The monster lifted a hand to its face and removed it cleanly. Entre took the mask with gentle hands, cradling the grinning thing, like he had with the body of his best friend. Who had that been?
He remembered blue eyes, a green jacket, a smiling face, a loud voice that carried so much strength and power. Bulletproof. He dropped the mask, suddenly disgusted with himself. It cracked on the floor of the RV.
The monster suddenly squealed with rage and pounced on him, fingers turned into long claws, leaving cuts in his face. Entre gasped and choked on his own blood and fought. The mask was suddenly forced upon his face, pressing cool onto his burning wounds. He knew no more. He forgot, and through forgetting was free.
“Ffree as a ffucking bird!”
With an eternally grinning face, the former entrepreneur slaughtered every single bandit in that building.