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Realistic or Modern Weekday Purgatory [Corrosion and XxXDarkPassengerXxX] (NEW)

Ana calls to him, "You have to be a SOME BODY, because you're a person. NO person is a nobody. We are all somebody's" She closes her eyes, she wasn't tired, just really REALLY relaxed.
 
"Yeah, whatever." Michael called back as the bucket filled up. He smiled, and began walking back. "Hey Ana, look at me." He said, and when Ana turned to look, he splashed the whole bucket of water at her face. "Sorry, you were getting drunk."
 
Just as the water hits her, she gasps loudly and stands up quickly. "WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE!?" The ice cold water nearly shocked her and before she could scold him, she started to laugh. "Is this how it's going to be? This is going to be some living arrangement!"
 
The moment Ana started to laugh, Michael smiled, a real one this time. "You know what? I like you. I think we're going to get on well together." He said, and tossed Ana a bottle of beer from the fridge. "Here, have a cold one." He then got one for himself. "Well, I guess here's to living together and hopefully not fucking shit up." He held up his beer.
 
Ana catches the cold bottle and holds it out "To not fucking shit up," she says with a smile, twisting the cap and taking a drink. Just then her phone rings and she picks up. "Hey. Yes. I'm fine. No. No. I said I'm fine. Matt, it's best this way. Please, don't contact me anymore. We're done here." she tries to be quiet, but it was probably evident she was a little angry on the phone.





Changing the attention away from her, she says "So tell me about you, live in the area long?"
 
Michael found the phone call somewhat suspicious, but brushed it off. He didn't care much for people's affairs, anyway. "If you count four years long, I guess. You know, I really wasn't expecting someone to accept the offer. This place is a fucking shithole."
 
"Hey, you were looking for a roommate and I needed a place," she says. "Besides, it isn't a terrible place. Near public transit, and it's an ok view. Seems quiet, too. I need some quiet, to be honest."





Ana took another drink of beer and sets the bottle down on the coffee table.
 
Michael shook his head. "No, it's not all that quiet. This building is in one of the more dangerous areas of the city. I have to admit I get too paranoid sometimes." He said, glancing at his weapons locker.
 
"Well, I did get here in the daylight hours..." she remarks and notices him looking toward the locker. "You ain't going to shoot me, are ya?" she asks jokingly, but just a bit seriously. Ana's head was still spinning from the liquor.
 
All emotions suddenly left Michael's face. "Only if you try something stupid." He said in an eerie monotone.
 
"Well, I had no intent of doing so.." she says and sits up. "Hey, I'm not feeling so well, and I had a long trip. I am going to lie down for a bit." It was apparent that Ana was feeling uncomfortable, and she wanted to take a break from the situation.
 
Almost as if a switch had been flipped, Michael returned to normal. "Okay, then. Hey, you're not looking so good." He said, noticing Ana becoming even paler than before.
 
"Yeah, I just got really tired all of the sudden.." Ana says as she gets up. "Like I said, it's just been a long day. If you need anything, I'll be in my room."
 
"Alright. Just call if you need me, I guess." Michael said, though he was starting to feel worried. It was probably from the vodka. She took two full swigs. Which was basically enough to knock a person and them wake up with a serious hangover. Worse case scenario, cause death by alcohol poisoning. Michael shook the last one off. She managed to stay conscious and even joke around for quite a while. He sighed, and finished his beer.
 
Ana smiles lightly to Michael and places her hand on his shoulder before making her way into her room. She undresses to just her t-shirt and shorts and crawls into the bed. Soon, she had fallen asleep. It may have been the alcohol, but she starts to mumble in her sleep; incoherent at first. After a while, she started to toss and turn and mumbling louder, into a groan.
 
Michael turned on his TV and began to watch, hoping to clear his mind of Analise possibly... dying from alcohol poisoning, but be couldn't. Eventually, he switched it off and got another drink, hoping to forget.
 
Upon hearing Analise start shouting, Michael immediately opened his weapons locker, grabbed a rifle, loaded it, and ran to Analise's room, before kicking the door down. He then aimed his gun into the room.
 
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As he busted open the door, he found her struggling her sleep. It almost looked like she was fighting someone off of her. "No, stop! Ugh! You...fucker!" Ana fought with the covers and shouting aloud
 
"Ana! Ana, wake up!" Michael said, shaking Analise awake.
 
Ana feels the shaking that Michael is doing and it eventually wakes her up. She is soaked in sweat and is sobbing uncontrollably. For a moment she was unsure where she was, and when she finally does know that she's safe, she collapses into Michael's arms, crying.
 
Honestly, Michael really didn't know what to do. He never really talked to people, and now there was a crying girl in his arms. "Uh, there, there, Analise, it's, uh, really good if you let go of me now. Um, what happened?"
 
After a few moments, she lets him go, feeling embarrassed. "I am so sorry," she says as she sits up and wipes her eyes. "I don't even know what happened. All I know is that it felt very real.."
 
"Okay...? So I didn't have to grab my gun on the way here?" Upon realising what he had just said, Michael immediately put his gun down and leaned it against the bed. "Okay, okay. Tell me what happened."
 
Ana shakes her head as she regains her composure. "No, no guns. I'm ok. I don't know why, but I was being chased and attacked. No idea who they were...my God it felt so real....." And takes a breath, and looks over to Michael. "Thanks for wanting to blow off the head of whatever you thought was getting me."
 

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