ALIVE • Norman x reader (Book 2)

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•Warning: This story may not be suitable for some readers as it contains gore, depression, NSFW, suicidal thoughts, mature scenes, death, manipulation, etc. Please proceed with caution and respect me, the author, and other readers.

Within this story, I have changed major things to where I see fit that is more appropriate for the characters. The older characters are 18 yrs old•

🦋At the end of the day, remind yourself that you did the best you could today, and that is good enough.🦋

January 24, 2047

A year... It's a year later, and you and the others were still on the run, hiding away from the demon species that preyed upon you and the other escapees who ran away from the Grace-field farm.

Just like the others around you, you've grown. You were now at the age of 16, the age where you were to be shipped out automatically if you were still staying on the farm under Isabella's care. Everything around you felt like it was moving so fast. Before you knew it, you were going to put your plans into action to go back to the farms and help the other kids escape their prisons to go into the human world.

"Another day," you mumbled to yourself before covering your head with your hood that was attached to your cloak. You placed a mask that resembled a face of a demon to hide your identity away from wandering eyes.

You were now in demon territory, walking aside multiple bodies as you watched them from the corner of your eye inside of the downtown market. The meat was fried on a grill drenched in a homemade sauce created by one in particular. He raised his hand high and shouted with a bright smile on his face trying to grab the bystanders walking past, hoping to get customers who would want to buy his food.

"You heard the news? A farm was attacked the other day."

You walked behind two demons at a steady pace while listening in on their conversation with opened ears.

"Another one?" The shorter demon laughed with his deep voice. "Sounds like someone is desperate to be stealing meat."

You looked to your left to see a green jar filled with something that made your stomach turn in knots. Toddlers' heads were stuffed inside of the jar starring at you with lifeless eyes and their mouths wide open.

"If I had a chance to nap some, you can bet I would," the other demon responded as he shoved the basket that was on his back higher before digging inside of his pocket to pull out some gold coins. Things were getting tight for them themselves, so they were starving. They spotted a tent with a couple of jars placed around the table for display.

They told the owner that they wanted two jars total because that was the only thing they could afford before exchanging.

One hand each for both of them. They starred down at the human hand that was sealed tightly inside of the jar with frowns on their faces in dissatisfaction, but they had to settle for what they had.

"How the good meat went to the aristocracy and was left with this garbage," the taller demon said as he eyed his food.

"I'd give anything just to get some meat from a top-class farm. Even just once," the short stubby one said before looking up at his friend beside him. "Hey? Do you think the ones from the Grace-field farm are still out there?"

"No, I doubt it. It's been a year since they got loose. They're probably all dead by now," he responded as he tapped on his jar with his long sharp fingernail.