8 Took the shirt and observed it.
She placed it around the fox and slowly but steadily picked it up.
"Oh-" She could barely believe herself.
This was he first time she had ever cried tears of joy.
She cuddled the fox tight.
The fox had an odd look on his face, as if asking her why she could not pick him up.
"Because I might kill you if I do. One of my powers is that i drain the life of others by touch."
Her eyes teared up again.
The earth below has been attacked by a force outside of this world. The human race has fled the planet, but you were left behind. Through a series of events, you manage to get aboard a military plane where you are well equipped to survive below, but the plane has to land. Once the plane lands...
"I can't pick you up, or I'll kill you." She sniffled and looked around for anyone else who could help.
"Where are all of those people?" She asked him as if he knew something.
"What hurt you?"
<Gotcha>
She punches the ground a few times, blood erupts from the surface of her knuckles.
"God damn-" her emotions stopped her from finishing the sentence.
"Are you okay?" She asked through sniffles.
<Not yet, I might>
8 screamed as loud as she could before becoming completely invisible.
"Why would you touch me?" She yelled at the boy.
"Don't touch me!" She charged the boy and tackled him to the ground.
She pulled out her knife from her belt and cocked her arm back.
She realized...
8 got to the ocean and a wave knocked her down.
She stood up and started trying to wipe herself off.
She began crying because she was alone again.
"Why me?" She asked herself.
"I wanna die..." She said as she plopped herself back down into the water.
8 felt the clone's pain as Babble tripped it.
The pain filled her need to cry as she too, tripped and fell into the ocean.
"Oof!" She said as she hit the sand ground.
All she wanted to do was make friends, but she knew she couldn't if she was unable to talk without tearing up.
8 wakes the boy awakens, she see's him staring at her.
She is paralyzed in fear as she stars back at him.
Tears come rolling down her face for no reason.
"Stay back!" She gets up and runs past him out of the shelter, trips, and tumbles outside. "I'm sorry!"
8 rolled over in her slumber.
She was alone for the time being and had no reason to cry, so her face stayed dry.
"Who are these people?" She asked herself looking at the two sleeping in the shelter.
The boy seemed young, so did the girl, 17 at the least, 19 at the most.
She wobbled over...
8 lays next to the sleeping man on the ground, she notices he has a bandage on his leg.
She began crawling backwards toward the exit when the man from before had a knife.
"No!" She began crying again.
"Don't touch me!" Her body went invisible and a clone of herself appeared next to her...
8 Tried to make a dash for the exit of the shelter but tripped on the sleeping man in front of the exit.
She was caught in the middle of the room. She immediately started crying.
8 was shaking in fear of how close she was.
She didn't know why she went in the shelter, she was curious.
She wanted out, she didn't want to be curious anymore.
Not able to hold hear tears back anymore, she let them flow down her face and a small whimper escaped her mouth, no louder than...
8 watched the two characters in fear.
a tear dripped down from her eye. She closed them tight and spoke to herself softly, "Why am I here? Why am I here? Why am I here? Why am I here?" She kept repeating asking herself.