* Wilted Flower !

    wendy stared at the scientist for what felt like forever .  knowing how he is ,  it’ll just be like when she was surviving on her own with the ghost of her sister by her side .  there’s literally no difference  –  except this time she’ll be hearing someone ramble on about whatever the hell they’re doing as normal routine runs .  there were mistakes here and one of them happens to be the man by the science machine .

    rummaging through the chests laying about at camp ,  she finally pulled out a somehow still sharp razor .  noticing hairs stuck on the blade ,  the child cringed as she immediately started holding the potentially lethal item with two fingers .  oh ,  disgusting !  it was in the chest filled with other material too !  tossing the used razor to the side ,  she began rummaging again to hopefully find a cleaner razor to use .