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[ ONE STEP AT A TIME ] CLOSED-JUNKO

He was tired. His mind was wandering too much, he could barely trust himself to pay attention to his surroundings, he kept asking himself questions he knew he couldn't answer. He was dirty and hungry and weak but most of all he was so very tired.

He had survived most of the night, the sun would probably start rising in a few hours and he had at the very least managed to make it to a less... busy area. No one was in sight at least, and Komaeda was considering curling up in the gutter right here. That was stupid and dangerous, but at this point he was wondering if he cared.

He sighed, moved a crushed can out of the way with his foot and put up his hood to maybe blend in with the ground better, but as he was on his knees and ready to lay down to take a nap he might not wake up from, he glanced back up and stopped himself. With all the destroyed, crumbling buildings around, it was easy to stop looking for something habitable, but just across the street there was what looked like... a dorm? Maybe he was just delusional (it wouldn't be anything new), but it looked like maybe it would be okay, and, well, it beat the gutter.

He was careful crossing the street, looked around to make sure no one was there to see him before searching for a back door and sneaking in that way. Once he had closed the door quietly behind him, he was delighted to see that it looked even better inside than out. He wanted to search the place thoroughly for safety's sake, he really had every intention to, but the first room he peeked his head into to check was a bedroom. Oh, that bed just looked so inviting. Maybe if he just... closed the bedroom door behind him, and took a tiny break on the bed... just to catch his breath......

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The shades on the room's window were shut tight, so when Komaeda opened his eyes, he couldn't be sure how much time had passed. Was it daylight? Had he slept the whole day through and it was the next night? Had his eyes only been closed a few seconds? Any one of those options seemed perfectly reasonable, but that wasn't so important right now. What was important was why he'd been woken up -- footfalls somewhere in the hall outside the bedroom he had crashed in. There was someone else here. It sounded like just one person, not a lot of stomping around or anything, so he couldn't be certain it was a rioter or anyone else... He could wait here and hope the person didn't check this room themselves, or he could try to go out and see who it was.

He was still tired, and his muscles ached terribly, so going back to sleep was a tempting idea... But no, he had already decided he wouldn't like to die a pointless death, and getting stabbed in his sleep was excessively pointless (well, except for the point on the knife). Komaeda offered the bed that had treated him so well a quiet groan of regret as he stood up and tried to stretch his muscles back into semi-usable condition, and eased the door open silently to peek out into the hall.

Her back was turned, so technically he couldn't possibly know who she was. She hadn't been on the island with him, after all. But the distinctive pigtails and confident stature, it hit something deep in him that he didn't know he had, and he was certain even without seeing her face. SHSL Despair herself, Junko Enoshima. Before he knew what he was doing he had opened the door fully and stepped out into the hall.