All Of Us Are Dead のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 46

When the screen finally flashed my number, I thought I would panic. I thought my stomach would drop, or my legs would freeze, or that I would choke on my own breath the way I did every time a teacher called my name in school. Or when I was called to HR back when I was still alive.But none of that happened.Instead… I felt nothing.Like someone had reached inside my chest and pulled the cord connecting me to reality. Every emotion—fear, dread, disgust, the instinct to run—just fell quiet inside me.I was hollow.Maybe that was acceptance. Maybe I had already died before stepping into the circle.Numbers echoed across the room in the Game Master’s booming voice, and the spotlight rotated until it landed on me and the person and 0269. Fate really had a sick sense of humor.Someone nudged me gently from behind and only then did I realize I hadn’t moved. My feet were glued to the floor. I forced one step forward, then another. I wasn’t walking into a circle—I was walking into my own fune

SILAS °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ There are a lot of things I expected to run into in the afterlife. Floating grandpas. Judgmental angels. Maybe even that dog I kicked when I was ten. But what I didn’t expect? A former subordinate. It was right after being separated from Leah by the game master, because the game was supposed to be fair. I hated being separated from her. But what’s new? I’ve been hating a lot of things lately. The others shuffled around me after the push Off the line game, limping, panting, crying, bleeding… you know, the usual afterparty. Then a guard approached from the edge with his black uniform, heavy boots, and mask covering half his face. Standard issue game-lackey. But the way he walked… it was like someone who knew me. He stopped right beside me, and before I could ask who the hell he thought he was, he spoke quietly, his voice low and familiar in the way a stranger shouldn’t be. “Silas.” My brows shot up. “That’s bold of you,” I said. “Using my name like we’re

LEAH°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･I was somehow still in utter disbelief even as time passed, because deep down in my gut, I had this nagging feeling that it was going to be my last game. But somehow, by whatever twisted, fucked up reason… I was still alive. Breathing.If I had a single word for what had just happened, it would be miracle. But I wasn’t stupid enough to believe miracles existed in a place like this. And even if one did, it wouldn’t have cost the life of another. The dorm slowly quieted as the hours dragged on, though silence in this place never truly felt silent. Since it was still filled with the soft rustling of blankets, uneven breathing, distant sniffles from people trying not to cry too loudly, and the occasional metallic groan from somewhere deep within the walls as if the building itself were alive and shifting in its sleep. Nobody spoke much after returning from the game. Even the louder contestants had lost whatever energy usually kept their mouths running, and the atmo