Chapter 71
In His Eyes: Mark
Zeke’s POV
The game’s almost over.
I can tell because the siren hasn’t stopped ring, announcing the death of more contenders. Just in time too, considering we’ve
been here longer than we intended. The contest must have been a hit with the audience this time around, considering how it
went on for such a prolonged period.
ncing over at Alina, | am greeted by the sight of the morning sun stretching across the sky, casting a vibrant palette of orange
and pink. Her gaze remained fixed on the window as she sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought. Her mind is still a mess of
forgotten memories, but when our eyes meet, | feel aforting
warmth — we''vee so far.
“I''m heading out to catch some food,” | tell her, feeling the weight of my backpack on my shoulders. Alina looks up, her eyes filled
with tenderness. “Anything you want me to find?”
“Nothing,” Her voice, gentle and soothing, resonates as she speaks. | nod, feeling a warm sense of appreciation for the genuine
concern in her words. Our connection has deepened despite the difficulties posed by her memory loss, and there’s a gentle
affection between us. “Just be careful, Zeke,”
The morning light illuminates her features as she gracefully steps closer, creating an ethereal aura around her. In her presence, |
am suddenly overwhelmed by a surge of affection, feeling a warmth spread through my entire being. With a gentle touch, | wrap
my hand around her neck and nt a swift kiss on her forehead. Stepping back, her smile meets mine, and she leans up on her
tiptoes to nt a swift, tender kiss on my lips.
The touch lingers, leaving behind a lingering warmth and a sense of connection.
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Her eyes meet mine again, and the unspunem...
unbroken, even if her memories fade. Every shared moment weaves a new tapestry, connecting the fragments of her memory.
“I''ll be back soon,” With my hand lightly brushing against hers, | reassure her, hoping to convey my sincerity. There’s an
unspoken promise in that touch promise to return, to continue building a future together. “Don’t worry.”
Stepping outside, | am greeted by a refreshing gust of crisp air, invigorating my senses. The forest beckons with the melodic
chirping of birds and the earthy scent of moss and pine. With each step | take deeper into the woods, the rustle of leaves grows
louder, and the distant calls of birds echo through the trees, creating a serene ambiance.
As | make my way to the river, the sound of rushing water fills the air, heightening my senses and reminding me to stay alert with
my knife in hand. As the Matin Run draws to a close, it''s always a smart move to anticipate what lies ahead. It’s during the final
moments of the game that a wave of aggression takes over everyone. Making it to the river unscathed, | feel a sigh of relief
escape my lips, bringing a momentary sense of peace.
Casting my into the river, | feel the cool water slip between my fingers as | wait patiently. From my vantage point on a nearby
rock, | observe the tranquil water flow, its gentle rhythm lulling me into a state of rxation. As the sun ascends in the sky, it
creates a mesmerizing y of light and shadow on the riverbank. With a satisfying catch secured, | make my way back to the
cabin, a sense of
aplishment and anticipation building as | think about sharing the meal with
Alina.
The twisting paths lead me deeper into the dense forest, where the sounds of rustling leaves and chirping birds surround me.
Behind the towering trees, the setting sun creates a beautiful disy of long shadows that stretch across my path. Each time the
leaves rustle, a shiver runs down my spine, causing me to clutch my knife tighter.
An unsettling tension hangs in the thick air, and | can’t escape the sensation of unseen eyes scrutinizing my every step. With my
senses heightened, | moved cautiously, acutely aware of the crunching sound of fallen leaves beneath my boots.
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Despite my countless journeys through this forest, tonight there is an indescribable sense of foreboding that | can’t quite shake.
The canopy above created a dim, eerie twilight on the forest floor as slivers of fading daylight struggled to filter through. My mind
bes a yground for shadows, fueling my paran and constant feeling of being watched.
In the distance, a siren’s wail shatters the tranquility as | near a clearing.
“A whole lot today, huh?” Shaking my head, | mutter under my breath in frustration. “You really want this game to end now, don’t
you?”
Ignoring the unsettling sound, | clenched my teeth in determination. | scan the surroundings, my eyes darting back and forth,
alert for any signs of movement. Hearing the flicker of shadows and the asional snap of a twig underfoot sends a thrill
through my body. Each step | take through these woods reminds me of the potential threat that lies within, a reminder to stay
vignt and cautious.
My steps be faster, my knuckles turning white as my grip on the knife grows tighter. The sensation of being watched
intensifies as | can almost feel the eyes on me, analyzing and evaluating my every move. The person watching me is incredibly
patient, carefully waiting for the perfect moment to make their move.
In the darkness, a branch snaps with a loud echo, causing me to freeze. Stopping abruptly, | feel my hand involuntarily grip the
hilt of the knife, ready for any danger. I’m not alone. As the realization settles, a tense atmosphere fills the air, and | steel myself
for the inevitable confrontation.
“Who''s there?”
I call out, my voice reverberating across the vast stillness.
Nothing.
Huh.
| could see our cabin door looming before me, and the thought of returning inside filled me with relief. Alina catches my ove from
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fixed on me. Her smile is so big and bright that it instantly lights up her face as she waves at me. | can’t help but smile back,
raising my hand to wave in response.
Suddenly, the tranquil night air is shattered by a burst of chaos. In an instant, the peaceful atmosphere shattered, drowned out
by the thunderous sound of feet pounding against the ground and a frantic, piercing shout. The tension in my muscles tightens,
and I’m propelled forward by pure instinct, my heightened senses. scanning the surroundings. | steal a quick nce over my
shoulder, but the danger had already caught up to me.This belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.
A figure, appearing suddenly from the shadows, ran with a frenzied and ominous energy. Something''s not right, and the cabin
door feels like a million miles away. Before | have time to respond, something collides with great force against my back, jolting
me forward. The force of the impact sends a wave of pain coursing through me, making it difficult to stay steady on my feet.
| feel a tightening grip around my throat, fingers pressing into my skin with an almost painful intensity. Each punchnds with a
force that knocks the wind out of me, leaving me struggling to breathe. Panic ws at the edges of my consciousness, but the
adrenaline rush sharpens my senses. With a surge of adrenaline, | summon a burst of desperate strength to pry myself loose
from the suffocating grip.
Facing my assant, the world around me bes a blur, my focus solely on the threat in front of me. Only when | catch a
glimpse of her eyes, wild and deranged, do | suddenly realize the horrifying truth.
| know her well — her striking blonde hair and captivating green eyes make her hard to forget. She quickly became the favorite,
and | had a feeling right from the beginning that the majority of the screentime would revolve around her. But now Ettie’s face
twists into a grotesque expression, contorting her features. The girl | once knew as Alina’s best friend now appears
unrecognizable — a chaotic, ethereal incarnation of her former self. Her face is illuminated by the eerie glow of the moonlight, and
her vacant, haunted eyes send a shiver down my spine.
With haste, | rise to my feet, the tightness of frustration gripping my chest. Fueled by a madness that defies exnation, Ettie
lunges at me with a manic intensity, her movements quick and unpredictable. With a desperate rush of
adrenaline, | stumble backwards, my hands iling in a futile effort to defend against the impending threat.
“Crazy bitch, | don’t want to hurt you!”
Desperation tinged my plea, as the words escaped my lips. But Ettie is beyond reason, a mere shadow of her former self. With a
fric determination, she moved erratically, her body tense and ready to eliminate the perceived threat before her.
As we grapple in the moonlit forest, | catch a glimpse of the wound on Ettie’s neck — a grotesque gash that oozes with infection.
The sight is enough to make me feel sick to my stomach, and the foul odor only adds to the revulsion | feel. It’s as if
omeone had tried to leave a mark on her, but she fought back with such intensity that she was left marked in apletely
unexpected way.
“Where is she?!” With a voice that resembles that of a madwoman, the bitch lets out piercing screams while anxiously ncing in
all directions. It suddenly dawns on me that she’s searching for Alina, likely able to detect her scent on me.“Where did you hide
her? Give her back! She’s mine! MINE!”
“F**k off!”
With a surge of strength, | push myself further away from them, creating a safe distance. The pounding of my heart in my chest
intensifies as | realize that the only way to stop Ettie is to render her immobile. As | scan the forest, my senses heightened, |
can’t help but feel the weight of the imminent danger looming before me. My mind races, desperately seeking a makeshift
weapon to defend myself.
“Crazy ass bitch, just listen to me!”
Filled with a mix of desperation and anger, | implored, my voice strained and urgent. Ettie’s response to my presence is to
scream back,pletely disregarding my existence.
“Give her back to me!”
And just when | thought the situation couldn’t deteriorate any further, it proceeded to do exactly that. Alina, with wild eyes and
unwavering determination,
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bolts out of our cabin, her feet thundering against the forest floor. A surge of panic overwhelms me, my body instinctively reacting
to the fear 1 feel for her safety.
“Alina, go back inside! It’s not safe!”
Alina, on the other hand, refuses toply with my request, her unyielding gaze fixing upon me.
“Don''t tell me what to f**king do, Zeke!”
Her retort resonates with a defiance that matches the wild, untamed energy of the night. Her eyes hold a peculiar determination
as she purposefully changes direction, heading towards Ettie. Instead of being angry, her retort ignited a different kind of desire
within me, but now was not the appropriate moment for such feelings.
My heart races, a mix of fear and confusion pumping through my veins. Alina’s actions go against all rationality andmon
sense. Instead of retreating to safety, she boldly steps forward to confront the unpredictable force embodied by Ettie.
In the dim moonlight, Alina swiftly tears a strip of fabric from her top, the sound of the fabric ripping echoing through the stillness.
With swift determination, Alina charges towards Ettie, the wind rushing past her as she moves. Without a moment''s hesitation,
Alina applies pressure to the wound on Ettie’s neck with the improvised bandage.
As Ettie turns to Alina, her arms reach out, almost encircling her in a warm embrace. The crazy bitch’s eyes welled up with tears,
but | refused to release my grip on the knife, despite the fish lying forgotten on the floor.
Without taking my eyes off Ettie’s, | made another attempt to call out for Alina.
“Alina-”
“Shut up, Zeke.” Alina’s words were punctuated by the sudden motion of her hand, striking Ettie with a resounding p. In
surprise, both Ettie and | widen our eyes simultaneously. “Stop moving, you''re bleeding!”
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Ettie’s body quivers, and then she loses consciousness seconds after.