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MC POV - Interactive Story - 13

  • She pulled a gun, Ryan. I had no choice. 2
  • I’m sorry. She was turning. I had to stop her before it got worse. 8
  • I did, Ryan. I wish there’d been another way. 2
  • She tried to hurt me. I couldn’t risk it. 1
  • She aimed a gun at me. I wasn’t going to wait. 2
  • She was already gone, Ryan. That wasn’t your mom anymore. 2
  • I don’t owe you an explanation. Stay in the bathroom. 1
  • 2025-08-04
  • —2025-08-14
  • 18 votes
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Content

Continued from scene 12

While her back is turned, you grip your rifle and raise it, centering the sights on the back of her head. She rummages in the closet, hands shaking, then suddenly pulls a small pistol from behind a shoebox. She spins toward you, eyes wild, but you squeeze the trigger first. The rifle bucks in your hands. The single shot cracks through the room, and she drops instantly, her body crumpling to the floor beside the closet door.

You lower the rifle and step out into the hallway. Jessica stands a few paces away, her eyes wide. She gives you a weak smile, lips barely moving. Her hands tremble as she smooths them over her shirt.

The door to the bathroom stays closed. For a moment, the only sound is your breathing and the faint buzz of a ceiling fan somewhere down the hall.

From behind the door comes Ryan’s voice, shaky and young. “Did you just shoot my mom?”

Continue to scene 14

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