All Chapters of All Of Us Are Dead: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LEAH °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ The next morning came too soon. It always did in this place. I woke up with a dull headache with the memory of sinking into snow still refusing to fade. My palms were sweaty even before I opened my eyes, and when I did, all I could see was the same ceiling above my bunk — massive, gray, and lifeless, just like everything else here. Across from me, people were already moving. Some looked like they hadn’t slept at all, their eyes hollow, bodies twitching with paranoia. Others ate in silence, shoveling whatever they could into their mouths as though it was their last meal. Maybe for some of them, it really was. And there he was. Hoodie guy… sitting cross-legged on his bunk “Morning,” he greeted. I didn’t know what to say back, so I muttered, “Morning,” and sat down. The breakfast was… smaller today. The bowls looked half-filled, if that. Whatever was inside them looked like gray sludge. My stomach turned just looking at it. I forced myself to eat, thou

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ When I finally crossed to the other side, my legs almost gave out beneath me. My body felt like it was made of wet noodles, trembling and heavy with fucking exhaustion. The sound of my heartbeat was still pounding inside my head, drowning out the relieved sighs from the other players who’d already finished. My chest ached with every breath I took, but at least it was over. I’d made it through. The smell of metal still clung to my hands, and my uniform was damp with sweat. I didn’t even realize how tightly I was clenching my fists until my nails dug into my palms. I just stood there, trembling, watching the wall reset for the next poor soul. Someone—I didn’t even look to see who—patted my shoulder and told me “good job.” Their voice sounded distant, muffled, like it was coming from underwater. I tried to nod, but my neck felt stiff. It was only when I turned around that I realized it was Hoodie Guy but I mean… who else. The Game Master’s attendants—the same faceless

I nodded too quickly. “Yeah. Fine.” It was a lie so obvious it might as well have been written across my forehead, but she didn’t call me out on it. Instead, 0269 dropped down beside me on the edge of my bunk, like she’d been planning to sit there all along. The metal frame dipped slightly under her weight, and I felt it through my legs. She shifted, and the collar of her uniform slid a bit, exposing the bruise on her collarbone again. Dark, swollen, and ugly. I winced without meaning to. She noticed my eyes flick toward it and tugged her collar halfheartedly, almost as if she didn’t actually care who saw. She met my gaze with that same crooked grin. “Don’t let him get to you,” she blurted out. “He likes to pick fights.” I let out a breath that was half laugh, half exhausted exhale. “I noticed,” I muttered. Her grin deepened into something warmer—not friendly, not exactly, but something like a shared understanding. “He’s just loud,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Thinks yelling

My stomach dropped so violently I felt sick. I didn’t move, pretending maybe if I stayed still he’d lose interest, go away, pick on someone else. But the air shifted and before I could blink, his hand slammed down beside my head.I sucked in a breath.Shit.He leaned even more closer, his breath hot and sour against my cheek. “What’s wrong?” he mocked, voice low. “Cat got your tongue?”I tried to push myself up, but his hand pressed harder into the mattress, pinning me down.“Get off,” I whispered, but my voice cracked.Pathetic. I hated that.He smirked. “You brushing me off earlier annoyed the hell out of me. But I’m a forgiving guy, so I’ll let it slide. How about we start fresh?”God, why me? Why right now?My pulse was everywhere — neck, wrists, behind my eyes. I didn’t know whether to scream or cry or claw at him.He grabbed my arm and yanked me upward. I hit the underside of the upper bunk, pain bursting across my forehead.“Stop…” I gasped.“Oh, now you want to talk?” he sneer

I hugged the blanket tighter, staring at the dull light overhead. The dorm was quiet, the tension from earlier still humming in the corners.I couldn’t sleep anyway. Might as well talk.“You… ever scared?” I asked, voice quiet, almost timid.She chuckled softly, the sound low and amused. “Scared? Yeah. Everyone’s scared.”I let that settle in my mind and swallowed. We stayed quiet for a while, then started talking again about stupid and random things that felt too normal for a place like this.She talked about how she couldn’t sleep unless she was lying on her back, one arm over her head. She demonstrated it right there on my bunk, and I had to bite back a laugh because she looked so annoyingly comfortable.I told her I hated the sound of people chewing loudly. She said she once nearly punched someone for that. I wasn’t sure if she was joking.We talked about the beds being too hard, the cold metal floor, the weird smell of the dorm, the way the walls hummed like they were alive. We