Deja Vu [ Lilian Ashley ]
46. Mobile Damaged

AFTER a long chat and consuming all the dishes, Zack said goodbye then walked out of my apartment unit. Next, don't forget I locked the main door and balcony.

I cleaned myself up with a shower, then changed into a nightgown. It's Zack's social media that I haven't seen in detail. Therefore, I lay in bed while fiddling with the phone to see the contents of the beautiful account.

Some posts I like and follow to give a complimentary comment. In the last post, there is a hashtag with location coordinates with the back number 02. In the photo, there is also a blue dot in the bottom corner. It looked like I was tagging someone's account, but when I tried to browse, it was just an account with a weird username. I went back on Zack's account and noticed that all of his posts had marked different people. Every time I visit those accounts, there are definitely weird usernames. Examples include @xxx, @404f or @K111. What's more, all those accounts have no list of following each other and no posting whatsoever, but the privacy feature is enabled. I turned around to be on my stomach due to being too serious to stalking accounts without the right name.

I found a link on one of the users in the bio section. When I click, a forum appears that displays attachments again and again. There is no end, it feels like being bullied. At the end, a bot appears asking for a password in order to forward a web page. My eyes glanced upwards to think about what to type. When staring back at the phone screen, it suddenly says 'loading' or reloading. Very long, while my signal is good enough to play the internet.

Suddenly I sat down because I was very surprised after the reloading process was over, an account appeared that was very very terrible. All published images are gore themed. All are photos of humans killed under different circumstances and given a gray filter. There are many bloodied, neck hanging, incisions on the arms and neck or even punctures that really make nausea. My hands were not strong in grasping so the phone dropped and nausea began to appear.

God, I don't want to see all that stuff.

I hurriedly took back the phone and accidentally pressed the last post. Shifted the next section **slid**e which contains a wall photo depicting the face of the corpse on the first slide and below it reads "done". Although it is filtered gray, it does not mean I do not know that the dye used is blood. Is this what Zack meant by his habit of painting on walls?

In the description below, there is no hashtag, but there is a coordinate writing location number 02 at the corner of the photo of a dead man who died horribly in a state of sitting and leaning against the wall. In the caption, there is only a point.

Is behind the beauty of the photos taken by Zack is the location of the murder that has been completed by him? I suppose.

Many times I pressed the 'back' feature, but it failed. I can still swipe any part of the screen, but I can't get out of this foreign social media website. Instantly appears a notification that cannot be lost even if I delete or refuse to open. All of a sudden the notification opened on its own and showed me a video I had not yet played, becoming self-played. There was nothing, just a gray screen that rippled without sound.

Eventually, my phone screen went completely off and could not be restarted. I hit him many times and knocked him on the back of the bed or even grabbed him, all unsuccessfully trying to revive him. Sleep and sleep are the last solution.

In a state of closing my eyes, my brain is still carefree how the horror of the photos on foreign social media accounts on the website earlier. If I continue to be with Zack, will my fate be like that? Ah no way. He loved me so much that his love was not hindered even by our deaths even when we were caught in parallel worlds. Oh yes, he said that the cause of our deaths and my amnesia was himself. It's not very clear what he's really doing, I should have urged his mouth to talk about all the things I didn't remember before the amnesia.

Wait, something's wrong. Sponan I woke up and looked at the ceiling with a frown. My memory has recovered, but why can't I remember anything about Zack's first meeting with me? Or about our deaths being together like he said? All this time, I approached the guy just by remembering his past words and now I made it a reality because I considered it a fact. But, how could Zack's words lie. What he told me about our first meeting was that it was real.

I hurried to the study table in the corner of the room, then filled out the diary I had opened using the key from the pencil box. In front of me was a window, I tried to open it until the beach breeze blew cold. Just for a minute, and then I shut it because the night wind wasn't so good.

Due to sleep difficulties, I became rested late and woke up in the morning in such a narrow time to prepare. There was no time for breakfast and the info about the campus could not be seen because my phone was still dead. I'd better just take it and throw it to the service man.

Pink sweater and trousers I'll wear for this pretty cold day. The apartment unit door opened slowly, then came out looking to the right and left. No Zack, so I went up to the lobby, no whereabouts.

"Miss Ashley," called the receptionist at the staff desk and I approached her. "Here, there's a crease."

A brown paper bag was given and I saw that isinta was a cell phone. It's the latest spending phone!

"Truly for me?" ask me to make sure. "From who?"

"Thank you" I said as I walked away and reached into my sling bag, then managed to get my old phone.

I took out the number card inside and tried to move it to a new phone for so long because of the difficulty in finding a place to install the card. Thankfully, no one was watching my work. Suddenly, my phone was taken and I looked up to see Zack who managed to insert the small number card in a short time.

"I've been anticipating if your phone is broken. So ..." Zak returned the phone to me. "The new one."

"Thank you" I said. "So where did you end up?"

"Here you go. Not going anywhere," he replied lightly and as usual, expressionlessly. "What's wrong? You waiting for me upstairs?"

My eyes glanced to the left. "Not really."

His shoulders poked for a moment and turned the marked body starting the journey. After I caught up with him until we walked together, he said, "I know you feel uncomfortable. It becomes ..."

"Eh, it's not like that. Seriously!" my sergeant hurriedly looked at him fixedly. This topic of conversation is not wearing and should be changed. "Oh yeah, why did you know that my phone was broken?"

"Surge! Move aside! Don't go this way." A father put up a funeral board display in the middle of the road so that no one passed by.

Really disturbing. Do they think this street belongs to themselves?

"You're stalking my account more deeply, aren't you?" answer Zack with a question while walking to another corner where the distance to get out of the compound becomes quite far. "Automatically there will be a file sent to you and burdensome capacity of the ability of your phone."

"Like a video without that clip?" Oh, my God, what have I been talking about? When I ask like this, it's the same as what Zack said. At first, I was going to deny it.

"Okay, maybe yes" he answered. "What you pass on your phone, it's a means to the deepest websites on the internet. In order to ascertain the speed of whether it can enter the web, a virus will be transmitted. If it is able to eliminate or survive, it is declared escaped. However, it will still be given tests again and again."

Apparently like that. I'm really just learning something like this right now.

"There's no need to wonder why your phone was immediately damaged" Zack said.

"But, thank you for giving me this new phone" I said as cheerfully as I could.

Zack nodded and smiled. "It seems, I was over-sharing in telling you about it."

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