There was no more picking, just one single door in green emblazoned with an object that looked like a chalice. The green felt sick to look at, but she couldn't move her eyes off it. Gretel's head pounded and her heart ached. It was a dream, she knew it, and she also knew that was the end. Spending all the efforts, she strove to survive, she overcame so many up to now, she couldn't end there.

Hand reluctantly on the doorknob, her memories slipped out like ribbons unfolded. She was a girl come from a wealthy family, both of her parents were business people. She had an elder brother who she was once very close to. They split, she moved on and went to a university in Delta. She learned things as a student and enjoyed playing games and taking pictures as her pastime. That was her life before day zero.

Gretel remembered her displeasing towards being called a mall rat, she was given a strawberry lemonade from Jeff and accepted her fate as a member of the mall. The reinforced the entrances, they scavenged for supplies and they built their bases in the mall. She got knocked out by the bandits broke into mall and bullets glanced off her ears in the battlefield of zone one, she couldn't hear well from a while. She recalled the dazzling casino that made them lost Jeff, the fog that drover her crazy and created hallucination and persona.

The moment she touched the vines, she knew her ending wasn't far. They had warned people about it as the source of infection, she knew she was infected once, in the hospital.

- It was her fate.

- She had to embrace it.

- She would die soon.

She wasn't singular because she was the virus she knew it. That was what happened to those before her when they became mindless empty vessels.

It is knowledge, it is creation. She is a legacy.

She understood, she was awakened. The existence of Gretel Sweet was trivial, the memories inside the vessel was what needed actually. Their legacy was a gift, those remained should gladly accept it.

No, this is not what-. A part of her fought back, telling her it wasn't true. She wasn't a legacy, she was a human. She had her own thinking - It wasn't her mindset. You harvest. You feed. You gather. Her mind went against her, the hunger and the thought to gather and feed on memories never cease. She needed the memories to fuel her legacy, the world was simply a empty vessel holding too many memories. She needed to empty it until it was enough, but she knew that meant never. Gretel was vehement she wasn't creation, she wasn't the legacy, not part of it.

They don't accept her because her memories were not complete, thus she craved for more. Gretel struggled the feeling that she was torn apart from something, she clawed and clung onto it out of instincts. She lost but she felt freed.

The dream had finally ended? Did She wake up?

Gretel wanted to rub her temples or push her glasses, but it was too shocking to find she didn't have a body. The discovery that she wasn't a human anymore freaked her out. She still remembered. She scared, but she also felt thankfully for that - the truth that she could still feel and react. She was adrift shapeless. She needed her body back, she needed to be human again. She couldn't see, couldn't hear or smell, she was nothing.

She needed her body back, immediately. Her body. Her human shape. What who was her.

She had no idea what she was, using her willpower, she amassed the vines and created a shape. With a form, she could see again. She was standing on a long corridor covered fully by greenery. Gretel could never think one day she'd lose her shape - that she could live in another form. She felt vines coiled around her lack of form. She imagined how she used to look like as a human, but vines could do nothing more than a vague shape. She felt like a figure coiled by chicken wires, but more nimble, just a little bit.

It was better than nothing, Gretel though. She needed to find her true body. Manipulating the new body was the hardest thing in her not-life, if you asked Gretel. She had to focus on keeping the vines coiled to the core while controlling them to move. At first, she moved like a rigid robot, she'd fall many times before she could walk steadily. It was very frustrating. Gretel was admired by her ability to accustom to the situation, after a while, she would walk though it was more like stumbling.

No. No. No. Where? Where's her body? She can't find it. She can't find it! WHERE?!

Flailing the vines frantically, She encountered something during her search, it was a face and the vines were wrapping around it. Was it her body? The hopeful thought flashed her mind but soon the hope was scattered into pieces. It was someone else, the dream had told her who the young female was. She was who saved her on the highway, she was the one who talked to her and soothed her worries. She fed her and took good care of her. Like a short movie clip, she watched all those moments in her dream.

The petite girl was a sweetie that saved her from peril, Gretel never like the feeling of owing someone's favour. That was her turn to save her, from ending in the same fate as her before it was too late. The problem was her form didn't have fingers to pull the vines off her. Magically, the vines she touched disappeared. She knew that was because she was part of the legacy already, that realization made her sad.

Gradually, she freed the girl from the vines coiled around her. She was short and tiny, wearing a white coat donned with gold trimmed border. Gretel held her up with her vines, loosening part of her form to carry her away from the chambers. The vines gave way to her, retracted on both sides of the wall for her to pass through. She moved vehemently, the thought to bring her out of that place burned like a flame in her. On the other hand, she was jealous of her rescuer still had her body. Gretel's vines gently brushed across the soft cheek, the human was asleep. She dragged the vines further and further away from where they were.

She came to a set of stairs and without hesitation, she descended them, away from the centre of Creation. She knew it would be the best for the girl, she could be saved, Gretel stubbornly believed. She wasn't Creation yet, she wasn't infected and not becoming part of the legacy. As if the reception became weaker, some vines detached from her form. More followed as she moved downstairs, Gretel knew she couldn't go far. The heartbreaking truth that she could never leave there made she shed the first tear, if only she could allow. She could never return to the outside world and live a normal life again.

It was distressing but she made it to the base, she saw the exit. She should be happy for it but she was in bits and pieces. No one could recognize who she was, Gretel was saddened by her own thoughts. Outside the building was dense fog, when it shifted, she made out some shapes. Trusting her feeling, she moved the remained pieces of herself towards them, carrying the girl with her. She recognized the white coat they wore, she held the girl out to them and before she would collapse, she returned to the building, watching them carried her away safely. She no longer owed her anything, Gretel thought.

She felt it heavy to climb upstairs, yet she had to do it if she wanted to exist longer. She recollected vines to recreate her shape, she knew she would be part of the legacy sooner or later but at that moment, she existed. Gretel saw other shapes lumbered around her, they exchange brushes with their vines. She understood they were like her, simply memories to be completed, bodies turned into vessels unwillingly.

Gretel was still herself, as long as there was a single memory within her, she existed.