Whisper in the Shadows

survivors

My face felt on fire and well as my arm where the hand laid. I suddenly felt lightheaded. Was this death? Was I already dead and didn't know it? Suddenly the person who had me trapped whispered, "be quite, or they will hear you".

I blinked and struggled so who or whatever it was would let me go. It spun me around and pushed me against the wall with the hand never leaving my mouth.

In front of me stood a tall, tan man with dark honey gold eyes. His hair was short, in line with his military uniform he was wearing. He was roughly around my age, and was what most women would consider very handsome. He was holding me quiet with one hand and his free hand was now resting a rifle slung over his shoulder.

"Please be quiet, one of them snatched my ammo bag and I'm running low", he whispered while eyeing his gun. I softly shook my head in acknowledgement and he lowered his hand. The heat left my face that I had felt earlier.

"What are you?" He asked me while looking around the lobby.

"I'm, um, a human", I softly spoke, while trying to hold back the tears.

He nodded his head and held his finger to his lips and turned around and pushed me behind him. While he was eyeing the perimeter, I managed to look down at myself. Werewolf blood was splattered all over my pale pink shirt and Rumens blood drenched my arm where he had been holding onto me.

The man standing with me saw me looking at it and turned back around.

"Are you hurt?" he asked me softly, concerned, his eyes boring into mine.

"No, this is....this is my father's blood", I replied feeling new tears falling down my cheeks.

He touched my face and brushed the tears off, leaving a trail of flames where his fingers just touched.

"You're safe now, don't worry we will find him", he promised.

He suddenly looked back out to the lobby and grabbed my arm, and held up his gun.

"Come on, I've got word we have a path to get out to where you'll be safe", and started to pull me out in the open. "Stay close and don't make a sound just in case", he whispered and I nodded my head.

He walked slowly towards the front lobby doors while checking all around us. They were completely destroyed and glass laid in shards everywhere. As I paused he must have seen me looking at the glass, and then glanced at my bare feet.

"Did you lose your shoes?", he asked and I nodded again. He pressed him finger to his radio and told the person on the other end to cover him. He then wrapped one of his arms around my waist while putting his other hand under my knees, swooping me up. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck. He didn't argue and I buried my head between his shoulder and neck. I closed my eyes and tried not to breath as he tighten his grip around me and stepped out onto the front steps of the hotel.

-

"Miles, do you have someone who needs medical attention?" I heard someone in the distance ask. I felt him nodding his head and his steps got faster. He loosened his grip and I heard someone running up to him.

"Put her here, honey are you hurt?", the woman who was speaking to us didn't give him time to reply as he sat me down in the grass and she grabbed my face and looked me all over. I pulled back, and blinked my eyes to readjust my vision in the bright sunlight.

I let my eyes sweep the scene in front of me. Death everywhere. Shots still being fired in the background. The screams had died down, but the silence taking its place was way more eerie. I suddenly felt like I was back in reality.