SURVIVOR

P A R T T W O: // To Deep in Sin //

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SLAM

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We all stepped out of the car, my eyes flashed over the trees that surrounded us.

"So uh, Bri, this is where you wanted to go?" I raised my eye brow, leaning against the car door.

"Yeah, Crazy shit here too." Brian responded, glancing over at me as he began to walk over to Tim that was already busy down the dirt trail.

"Nice..."

We continued walking, I stood behind the two because let's be real, the last person behind the group always survives.

If they're not a nerd ofcourse, but this isn't a movie is it? So anything could've happened.

I SAVE DICK BY GIVING IT CPR

I SAVE DICK BY GIVING IT CPR

NYA

I froze, feeling my phone vibrate in my back pocket.

Tim and Brian shot backwards, looking at me with fear and then Brian began to laugh.

Not Tim though, he still had a look of disgust.

"Sorry pals, uh...I gotta take this." I smiled, turning around, I put the phone up to my ear.

"Y/n? You haven't been texting me lately! Did I do something?!" B/f/n whined, making me smile.

"No, I've just been busy, we can hang next weekend...okay?"

"Fine...I love you."

"I love you too, Bye bitch." I hung up before they could respond, sliding my phone back into my pocket I turned to face Brian and Tim once again.

"What kind of fuckin ringtone is that?" Tim furrowed his eyebrows, raising his hands. "A damn good one." Brian giggled, nudging me as we began to walk once more.

We walked, talked, well me and Brian did the talking.

Untill, we came across a large cement building.

"Why is it always the abandoned cement buildings?" I asked myself, gaining a side smirk from Brian as we entered the broken down wooden garage.

~Time Skip~

I threw a piece of old glass against the wall, making Tim yell "Don't do that again!" From downstairs where he and Brian were looking around.

"Fuck life, fuck me, I literally don't give a shit any more." I huffed, turning the corner of the old building.

Cold, flash.

I was rammed up against the cement wall, a large hand wrapped around my throat while the person's nails dug into my flesh as they're other hand was placed over my mouth.

My hands instantly latched onto my attackers wrist, digging my nails into they're skin. I could smell they're foul breath, mixed with blood and alcohol...it smelled as if the reaper was getting up close and personal with you on a Sunday night after church.

Due to the sudden scare I closed my eyes, praying for darkness to be my reality for one second.

I knew better than to scream.

Opening my eyes, I met none.

A man with grey flesh, a black waxy liquid layered the outside of it's eyes while the substance oozed down his cheeks. His nose was bloody, his mouth displayed big sharp teeth, shark like.

He stood tall.

He slowly slid his hand off of my mouth, but tightened his grip on my neck. His hand trailed down to my arm that led to my hand that was latched onto his wrist, nails digging into his flesh.