End the the tenth chapter(?)

He were all safely rescued.

(Happy ending)

William is now newly building houses with other builders over the broken ruins, that was once called a city.

Liam and Dean is helping to create a vaccine for this apocalypse.

What about Noah and me? I'm sure you don't like sappy romance. So let's skip that part.

Everything is the perfect happy ending... but I'm the only one that knows... this was only the tutorial. That everything, .....that every tragic accidents will only happen starting now. Why did I idiotically, wrote more chapters when it was full of plot hole and Red Bull? Why... did I wrote it so Liam would die? [sorry about the Liam spoiler, cough cough]

"What's with the long face?"

Talk about the devil... Liam walked smoothly over to me.

"Nothing"

"Why do you look as if you're some author of this world, and wrote it so that I'll die for a thousandth times?" He asked.

Liam sure is the devil...

"....."

"You don't get the joke? I'm not that crazy to believe you are really the author that makes me die." Liam hanged his arm at my neck, rustling my hair with a smile.

A joke.... dang, that hurts more than I thought it would...

Liam waved his hand, giving me a goodbye before he joined the other doctors/nurses again.

It's fine, I will make this into a real happy ending. I'm the author, there's no way I can't change the own ending of a book I wrote.

I kept sitting at my chair, gazing out at the raining, hot, humid day. Seeing the water drop and drop, when a cold hand covered my eyes.

"Who am I?" The voice was cheerful, looking to joke around.

"Stop Noah! The readers-, I mean the people are watching!" I probably look like I've held my breath for one minute, my face blazing red. I'm glad, I'm glad that Noah is smiling. Different from the Noah I wrote... I also didn't wrote that Noah will be bent... but anyway! I have to enjoy this peaceful mood until it all ends.

Today was the final day it will be peaceful, start from tomorrow.... this whole camp will be infested with monsters. Let me get my last peaceful sleep I'll have.

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I shouldn't have said I want one last peaceful sleep... I'm having a dream, dream about the time when I was young.

"If a people turn into a monster, they repeat one word or get stuck in their most tragic past..." I mumbled the thing I wrote. This dream... isn't nice at all.

I don't want to show people my childhood... as I've never have shared this with anybody...

Too late, the scene was already showing me my childhood home living room. My mom was crying, all because my dad is out with his 'girlfriends'. Every time he did that, the hate and blaming all went to me... my mom was having her fit as always, but that day was different then the others. My mom like usual, asked me to just die with her. But this time... my mom actually dragged me to the rooftop, my wrist started hurting as she dragged and dragged... "let's die together with mom." Her voice was shaking, the words only sounded to me as if a madman was saying it.

I responded, "no! Go die alone. I'm going to live." The child me was crying, I didn't even knew what dying was... but I knew with instinct it wasn't anything good.(First, I was 6. Second, I always had a rude mouth okay?)

[A̶u̶t̶h̶o̶r̶: *the actual thing I said....]

The memory became one of the ones I couldn't forget, not because my mom actually dragged me to die together, but only because to the child me.... her screaming and crying were scaring me.

The scene changed, this time... my mom was crying again. She rushed out of her workplace and was hugging me saying: "a demon came and said he'll take you with me..." I could barely understand her through her sobbing.

It would've been normal to say 'are you okay?' But again, my child self said: "are you drunk mom? Or in some weird cult?" I was 8... enough to know what a cult was. I knew many thing when I was that... I had to cook and eat by myself while my mom was away. The only thing I had was a tv and a whole wall full with books.

[A̶u̶t̶h̶o̶r̶: again... with my... "bad" choice of words. I kind of understand why my mom was like that now]

The scene changed again, this was probably my last dream scene... because... it was my first time I met my dad, he took us to USA... my mom didn't have to work anymore... but looking at my dad cheating on her more closely didn't make it better.

I don't fault my mom, because her life is like a one big drama. Raised as the youngest child of a rich family, never knew the outside world until her father died... leaving only her alcoholic mother. All my mom's sister/half-sister, and half-brothers ran away from home. My mom for her first time, had to cook and clean, sometimes go fetch her mother that fell drunken somewhere in middle of winter.

(She even got kidnapped, but let's skip that since the whole story is too long) she finally, met my dad in a bus. She was looking out at the good fall weather. (The orange/red leaves dropping and all) the good weather made her smile, she glanced back to inside of the bus... and met her eyes with my dad.

She couldn't just drop her smile once her eyes met with someone's else... it would look rude. So she just kept smiling and glanced away. My dad thought my mom had a interest in him. (High self esteem, I know right?) so when she was about to get off the bus, my dad asked her for her number. (I still laugh every time I imagine the scene where my dad would think with his high esteem...)

She should've never gotten on that bus... my mom and dad started dating... but my dad left Korea when some trouble came up with his business. (Good excuse) but my mom was pregnant with me. They married in a hurry after my dad found out about it.

(She should've gotten an abortion)

But he still left us in Korea... while he had an epic tale with a bar waitress.

[A̶u̶t̶h̶o̶r̶: the bar waitress ran away with some of his money lol. Serve him right]

Now the last scene I was talking about... the scene... showed my mom and dad fighting, my dad for the first time... slapped my mom.

My mom told me she have never been hit before, not even her alcoholic mom hit her. She cried... she cried for the first time in front of my dad. She ran to the kitchen.... I followed my mom to calm her down like always, but... she was standing on a chair, holding a cord... tying a knot... to the ceiling.

I stood there frozen. My eyes met with her...

I was twelve.

[A̶u̶t̶h̶o̶r̶: don't worry, my mom stared at my eyes for a few minutes and muttered: "I won't do it, so go out." But I still stood there so she finally came down.]

I woke up from my dream.

My white shirt drenched in sweat.

[good dream?]

'...' I have ignored the voice, Noah's familiar hand giving me a cup of water.

The cool water calmed me down. My grandma's anger came to my mom, and my mother's anger came to me... and I... gave it to Noah. ".....are you alright? Why are you looking at me like that?" Noah raised his eyebrows, frowning as I gave him back the cup.

"Nothing." It's nothing at all.