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Y/N tenderly lifts Ringo up from the cold floor, enveloping her in a warm embrace to provide solace. In that moment, Ringo finds herself seeking a respite, pondering her next course of action.

The throbbing ache in her mouth echoes with distress, while the throbbing pain in her finger elicits a nauseating sensation that further deepens her discomfort. All these physical cues intertwine with her emotional turmoil, creating a whirlwind of sensations that she struggles to make sense of as uncertainty looms over her next steps.

As the Norwegian gazed out the window, his eyes fixated on the eerie sight of the zombies leisurely strolling by the house, their haunting moans and groans reverberating throughout the ghost town. The desolate streets laid bare, devoid of any signs of life, creating a chilling atmosphere that sent shivers down his spine.

Tord, feeling concerned, makes a conscious effort to step away from the window and direct his attention towards Y/N, noticing her distant demeanor. With a hint of worry in his voice, he gently inquires, "Hey...you okay?...I...know you can't speak but you've been distant towards us..." Taking a small step closer to her and nervously scratching his neck, he anxiously waits for her response, hoping to bridge the gap of silence that has settled between them. Y/N, caught off guard, blinks uncertainly, unsure of how to navigate this unexpected situation.

"...Please say something.... anything!...just acknowledge ME at least!.... I'm not LIKE THEM!... I'm at least normal..." He explained. Slowly losing his mind from how quiet it is without her voice. Edd wouldn't really talk to him...Tom doesn't speak and....Matt's gone.

He was feeling overwhelmed and on the brink of losing control of his emotions, yearning for your presence in that moment. Your reassuring comfort and undivided attention were like a lifeline, providing a sense of grounding and clarity amidst the chaos. In that instant, it was as though the world had faded away, leaving just the two of you in an oasis of shared understanding and support.

Y/N placed her hands firmly on his cheeks and gave them an intense shake, in a way of saying, "Snap out of it, dumbass." She found his demeanor profoundly unsettling at that instant, causing a wave of discomfort to wash over her as she registered his unsettling mood.

As Tord tightly grips onto her trembling arms, he locks his gaze with hers, the intensity of his stare piercing through her very soul. His erratic breaths seem to catch in his throat, and with a heavy heart, he lowers his head in bewilderment. A deep, guttural groan escapes his lips, echoing his confusion and fear about the strange and overwhelming emotions that are sweeping over him in this bewildering moment.

"...sorry... Edd is still pretty upset with me...and you know how the weirdo is-...I just feel like...your the only REAL being y'know...like...I...feel...there's a connection... between....us..." His fingers delicately intertwine with hers, causing her to instinctively tilt her head slightly away from him. The subtle touch ignites a spark of connection between them that neither can ignore.

Perplexed by his actions, she tilted her head in confusion. She could only hope that he intended for their relationship to remain solely platonic in the midst of this zombie apocalypse. Without saying a word, Tord gently pressed his cheek against the palm of her hands, further complicating her thoughts.

As she allowed her soft hands to touch his face, she crinkled her nose in a slightly puzzled manner, initially feeling a bit unsettled. However, as she observed his facial expressions more closely, her unease gradually ebbed away. He appeared weary and anxious, suggesting a longing for such comforting interaction. The presence of her companionship seemed to be exactly what he needed in that moment. The gentle caress of her hands

"...they don't get it ...you are the only one here who understands me... their all just a bunch of freaks... but, I really wanna ask more about you....are you feeling okay-"

"...Y/N..!..~ Have you seen Ringo?... Oh!...there you are..." Edd emerged cautiously from his room, the creak of the door announcing his presence. Tord scrambled to disengage himself from Y/N before Edd caught sight of them.

His heart raced as he witnessed Edd's unpredictable nature firsthand, realizing the extent of his strength in the process. The memory of how effortlessly Edd had almost torn Y/N's finger off haunted Tord, sending shivers down his spine. The mere idea of being on the receiving end of Edd's wrath filled him with dread, infiltrating his dreams with nightmarish scenarios of similar fates befalling him.

Ringo, adorably hops out of the girl's arms and scurries over to him. The furry creature nuzzles close to his face, emitting a contented purr that fills the room. Edd's initial happy grin gradually fades as his gaze falls upon Y/N's face, noticing her deliberate avoidance of eye contact. This subtle action triggers a mix of confusion and concern within him.

Why is she hesitant to meet his eyes? Doesn't she realize the depth of his emotions and the lengths he would go to for her? The weight of guilt and self-torment already burdening him intensifies as he silently wonders about her reluctance, his own troubled thoughts reflecting in the scars on his arms, a tangible reminder of his inner turmoil..

"...hey Y/N..."

"....*waves*..."

"...."

The tension in the room hung heavily, almost tangible enough for one to visualize it without any aid. Each of the three individuals exchanged uneasy glances, locked in a silent exchange of unspoken words. Specifically, Tord observed a subtle but recurring twitch in Edd's eye, a detail that prompted him to instinctively create some distance between them. The observation sent a shiver down his spine, intensifying the discomfort stirring within him.

Y/N desperately longed to retreat to the safety of her room, the eerie absence of medication intensifying her perception to a level akin to the unsettling atmosphere of a scene from a Silent Hill movie. Her mind, now deprived of its usual balance, became a battleground where reality and hallucination mercilessly clashed. Amidst the chaos, a persistent inner voice constantly nudged her to scan for hidden keys, the elusive symbols that hold the power to decipher whether she was grounded in the actual world or hopelessly lost within the realms of her own mind's deceptions...

"...how are you feeling?...is your injuries okay?..." Edd croaks out, his voice sounding dry yet also tinged with the hint of having just stopped crying. Y/N couldn't help but wonder if he was truly alright.

Amidst her own struggle with awareness of her condition and finding a way to accept it, she couldn't shake the feeling that Edd might be grappling with something far more urgent, such as severe anger issues or deep-seated abandonment fears. The uncertainty surrounding Edd's well-being weighed heavy on Y/N's mind as she tried to make sense of their shared emotional turmoil.

Before any one out of the group could continue to say anything, a nerve-racking silence filled the room, heightened as a loud, harsh banging reverberated from the front door. The sudden sound caused everyone to reflexively turn around, their movements freezing in unison.

Each breath they took now hung in the air, transforming to cold puffs resembling frost. The hairs on their skin stood up, tingling with an inexplicable sense of foreboding, while a spine-chilling shiver ran down each person's back. In that suspended moment, as they exchanged apprehensive glances, not a single muscle dared to twitch, each individual paralyzed by the unsettling unknown.

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Hey everyone. I hoped you enjoyed the chapter today! Here is some more art from Dreaming_Reatily

(Y/NS current state)

(Genderbend Y/N)