Desperate Situation for the Amnesiac - Ch. 4

~Before~

Mr. Chair smiles cutely, taking your hand. "Of course! C'mon, PewDie, let's go. Lead the way, Stephano!"

You can't help but smile at his enthusiasm. Mr. Chair helps you through the broken door, leading you into the dark hallway. Though the bleeding walls scares the hell out of you, the thought of PewDiePie himself and the legendary Stephano surrounding you gives you a safe and warm feeling.

~Now

~Time Skip – Two Hours Later~

"We're lost, aren't we?" PewDiePie says as he urges himself to walk forward. His feet ache from walking, and he's parched from thirst. In front of him, Stephano says nothing, but looks over his shoulder, shooting PewDie an annoyed look. You don't want to add your agreement for fear that it might make him even more irritated.

For the last two hours, you and the group have been attacked by crazy zombies that were either screaming like there was no tomorrow or grabbing at the person closest to them (which, by the way, was Mr. Chair the entire time.)

Even after all that, Mr. Chair hasn't let go of your hand. Mainly because of fear; you know that. But maybe—just maybe—because of something else.

Suddenly, disrupting your thoughts, PewDie screams, which makes you jump. Stephano immediately pulls out his golden sword of its sheath, stepping in front of PewDie.

"What's wrong?" You cry, alarmed. PewDie turns to you, shaking.

"I heard something!" He shouts. "It sounded like..." His eyes widened in terror. He whispers, "The Bro..."

You recall a few of the older videos for PewDiePie showing The Bro. He's a tall, half-naked monster with a jaw the size of a pineapple. You feel even more afraid than before

"Are you sure?" Mr. Chair asks, even more afraid than you are. He scoots closer to you, grasping your arm tightly.

PewDie nods. "I'm positive!"

"Stay close, guys." Stephano says cautiously. "I think I heard something too."

You look up at Stephano admirably. Of all of you, Stephano is the most calm. You never knew he had such fine leadership skills. You take a deep breath, calming yourself. Then, you look at Mr. Chair, who tries to smile, but quivers with fear.

You smile reassuringly yourself. "Don't worry, Mr. Chair." You whisper, squeezing his hand. "We'll be okay!"

Mr. Chair turns red, but he stands up straighter, nodding. PewDie looks back at you guys for a brief moment—a bit of jealously glints in his eyes. But only you can notice it; Mr. Chair is looking down the entire time. Suddenly, you hear a growl behind you. The Bro, you think, gasping. PewDie freezes and Stephano slowly turns around, raising his sword. You feel hot breath on your neck, and Mr. Chair clutches your hand so hard, you feel his nails digging in your palm.

"Run!" Stephano shouts. "Now!"