The peaceful Old Skies town becomes rifted and split after many residents go missing and wound up dead in alleyways. Nobody knows who to trust, or what's happening to them, and nobody knows what to do.
When news breaks of a survivor, everyone races...
"Ras? I took a wrong turn.. Rasa?" The voice would be nearing, oblivious to what fate Rasazy met.
It felt cold, she felt weaker by each second. All she could do was dazedly look up into the abyssal black, wishing it would swallow her whole. She didn't know how, but she mustered a breath, a loud, shallow, painful breath.
Everything hurt. She didn't want to feel anything anymore. She had accepted it, this was how she was going to die. The emptiness on her left ensured that.
The pitch black would be interrupted by a light, one that was slowly approaching.
"Ras? You in here?" Selever had finally peeked into the alleyway, using his phone light. "I heard your call.. I tried to get back to you all but--" He would be cut off by another shallow breath, one that made Selever's heart drop to stone.
"...Rasazy....?" He hesitantly called, fearing the worst.
Shining the light where he heard the breath... He wish he hadn't done that.
He immediately dropped his phone and clambered to her side, his eyes wider than moons. "RASAZY???" He shrieked in horror, turning her to her side before screaming at the blood that now trailed his hand.
Her entire arm was gone, viciously ripped off of her torso. It was as if someone had messily cut it with a chainsaw, leaving nothing but deep scarlet and a bone to be left. She had only savored part of her shoulder, but it was bleeding out, profusely, and every passing second, Rasazy was only getting worse. Her back had 2 sets of vicious claw marks, just underneath her arms and were also gushing the same red with every second she struggled to breathe.
Selever sat holding her up, looking at the devastating injury in complete shock. It wasn't until a limp Rasazy started letting out a whimper, then a dragged scream that Selever's shocked daydream was broken and he scrambled to do something.
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Pained, he took off his neck ribbon, swiftly tying it firmly around her arm as a tourniquet to stop any bleeding. He didn't know if it was working... He didn't know if anything was even real.
"Shhhhh... Shh-shh-shh..." He tried to calm her screaming, but he wanted to scream to the high heavens himself. "Steady breaths, Ras..." He tried to reassure, trying to pick her up.
This only caused her more pain as she cried out weakly, mustering a few more sobs before shakingly falling back a little.
"W-we'll find dad, hang in there Ras..! Rasazy!" He continued, starting to sprint down the street, holding her in his arms. "Rasa! Rasazy please.! Hang on, you're strong.!" Tears began to well in his eyes as her breathing simply slowed. "HELP!" He shouted, stopping at an intersection and looking around, terrified. "SOMEONE PLEASE HELP! PLEASE!" He continued.
