[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Flights of Fancy Edition

For some context; 10 teenagers are unknowingly put in a simulation. As far as the teenagers know, they're all just at a camp at seems oddly familiar. The simulation usually hosts a disaster such as a zombie apocalypse, meteor shower, alien invasion, military invasion and the simulation resets when the disaster is over or all the teenagers perish. One of the teenagers, Sara, catches on to the fact that this place is n't real and that the world keeps resetting. 
 
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 The glass of the window shattered, clear shards littering the rose-colored carpet. Rotten, decaying arms extended through the window searching desperately for someone to grab and pull out. Sara stood in the center of the living room. Weary eyes glanced from the undead horde outside the window to the blond, 13 year old boy laying on the carpet, blood oozing from the bite-mark on his cheek and seeping into the rug under him. 
 
 She knelt down to his side, “ Cooper, I do n't think you're going to make it. ” 
 
 Cooper's watery eyes widened and more tears rolled down his ashen face. 
 
 I wonder how many times this has happened... she asked herself. The mere idea of this scenario happening multiple times frustrated her beyond comprehension. She pushed those thoughts aside, focusing her attention on the dying teen in front of her. 
 
 Through labored breaths and choked sobs, he muttered, “ I- I do n't... wan na die. I- I just... ” 
 
 The rest of what Cooper said came out as an unintelligible sob. She stood up and reached for the pistol on the table and turned back to the blond. Cooper stopped his incoherent rambling and watched her with a pleading gaze. He slowly rose a trembling hand in weak protest, “ N- no... I'm... I'm fi- fine... I can-... ” 
 
 “ I'm not going to let you turn... ” she spoke, loading the final bullet she had into the gun. Her tone, much to her surprise, held no emotion; it was hollow. She grabbed a plaid blanket off the couch and placed it over his face. With great effort, his bony hands struggled to reach to pull the blanket off his face - but he was too weak to do so. 
 
 She pointed the gun at his head, shut her eyes, and pulled the trigger. The boy's trembling frame went still and his hands went still at his side. She opened her eyes and looked down at the sight. Immediately, fatigue overwhelmed her entire being. She dropped to her knees in front of Cooper, the pistol sliding out of her trembling hands. 
 
 She felt so... tired. 
 
 Sara heard the undead horde begin to pile on to the front door, smacking on it in attempt to knock it down. She continued to stare at Cooper. There was a small creaking sound, a sign the door was giving way to the beasts. She remained completely still. 
 
 So powerless... 
 
 It almost did n't feel like she was there; like she was watching a 16 year old girl kneel down over the body of a boy she just shot. Sara sighed and shut her eyes for a brief moment. When she opened them again, her vision was completely blurred. She wiped her eyes, realizing they were wet with tears. She rested her hands on her lap, not bothering to wipe her face off anymore. 
 
 So pointless... 
 
 The door finally gave way, crashing to the floor with a loud thud. The undead horde desperately clawed and crawled over each other attempting to reach Sara. In hopeless resignation, she watched the horde slowly make their way towards her. 
 
 It was all going to be reset anyway, was n't it? 

