Now everyone seemed to gang up on her. Ayana, Duncan, and Asashi judging by their expression, all sided with Masato. It seemed like a group consensus that Masato made the correct choice in having Masato take their defenseless classmates away from the battlefield. Part of Shun also agreed with Masato's decisions. Yet, why did Yuudai have to die? Just because everyone else survived and only Yuudai died was a good thing? There were many if, but with only one now, those ifs only frustrated Shun more.

Soon people started separating her and Masato. "I'd like to see you bury your friend's remains with your own hands," Shun muttered under her breath. Though as Duncan separated her from Masato, when he spoke, it shocked her. A chuckle erupted before it transitioned into a laugh. If she was frustrated with Masato, then she was absolutely furious with Duncan. "That's rich coming from you, Stewart." Comparing him to every other awakened, sans Ayana, who had taken a dive into the lake, Duncan looked pristine. "At least I fought and killed some of the monsters. Now tell me, what did you do during that fight?" If she recalled, absolutely nothing. He just followed and left with the others.

Rolling up her sleeves, she thrust her tattered sleeve onto Duncan's chest. The arm underneath was adorned with scars from her fight against the long tail. "At least I tried! What did you do, Stewart!? Nothing! You just left without even trying to fight! I tried my best, and Yuudai still died! Yuudai- He- He-" Something was lodged into her throat. Something hammered against her skull. There was almost nothing left of Yuudai. He must have been alone, slowly dying as everybody left him behind. If only she had noticed the wolves sooner, fought better, and made all the correct decisions, then Yuudai might have been alive.

Though that wasn't her reality.

Shun stood still for a few seconds before taking a few steps back from Duncan. Her head lowered, which gave off an uncharacteristic gloom. "I saw a monster earlier when I was previewing the area." Shun finally said. "It noticed me, but it didn't seem hostile. Whatever that means is up to interpretation." It was best to get away from the lake and find a location nearby it. Where there was water, life was sure to come to follow.

And Shun didn't want to be nearby any living being right now.

Without a word, Shun left the group and disappeared into the woods. It happened at such a fast speed that it seemed as if Shun had used her power. Whether she used it or not was unknown even to Shun, as her vision was blanketed with green. At some point, she found herself leaning against a tree. Her arm had removed some of the bark that was on it. The sound of rushing water at least told her that the lake was nearby.

Her back slid against the tree and landed upon the roots. 

Shun hated people. If you didn't fit with their definition of 'normal,' then you were considered weird. A freak, a nutcase, an outlier. If you were any of these, then you'd be excluded from the rest of the group. Who gave them the right to judge people for their actions? Especially those who weren't even involved in the situation. What authority did they have to become the judge, jury, and executioner?

"It's just not fair..." Shun hated groups of people. Unlike Kogen, who yearned for their attention, Shun subconsciously avoided joining any groups. The judging looks they gave her made her indignant. Her parents were no exception. They all judged her the same. She was Kogen's polar opposite in that regard. While he thrived under that attention, she stagnated underneath it. That's why she always looked the other direction and drove down the road. If she didn't acknowledge those judgemental stares, then they didn't exist. If they didn't exist, then they couldn't jeopardize her feelings.

A faint memory appeared in Shun's mind. That day at Ayano's party, her head was bloodied after hitting it against a table. Dizziness overwhelmed her senses. She looked back at the crowd that gathered before her.

The group looked back at her. They judged her. Some were worried, but most were annoyed.[i] "Of course, that freak had to do Something. Who invited her in?"
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"Ughh..." A wave of nausea caused Shun to regurgitate, but all that came out was liquid. Come to think of it; she hadn't eaten yet. Between scouting the area for any potential dangers and meeting Masato's group, there wasn't much of an opportunity. The persistent pounding on her head didn't bring her any relief at all. The concussion was still present. It was best to return to the group, but Shun didn't want to.

In her current disposition, Shun felt like she would lash out at her classmates again. Well, it wasn't like they needed her anyways. They had everyone, aside from herself, there. The soreness from last night's fight swept over her. Perhaps Duncan was right; she wasn't trustworthy at all.