The girl gasped, clutching her bloodstone pendant. The fresh scar across her cheek started to paint her face with blood. Dripples of blood trickled from her chin, onto the rough concrete. She clutched tightly to her dagger, the rusty metal reeked with pecan-colored stickiness.
How long has it been?
She didn't remember. Days were no longer counted, they were treasured. Ecstasy, they call it. Not anymore. The girl pulled back her ebony hair, streaks of tawny highlights. She looked at the distance, not a single person was out here. She was once again. Lonely. Sad.
Once again...
The girl huddled herself tightly into the darkness corner. Hidden. Once again. She shouldn't–couldn't come out. Society had..changed. She hugged her scraggly knees close, muffling her fresh tears. Her parents. Gone. Her brothers. Gone.
I'm the only one left..
A snarl caught her attention, forcing the girl to twist her blade. She wielded it close, pointing it in the direction of the noise. The knocking crescendoed from the door as the girl studied the movements. The squeaking hinge, only hanging by a silver nail. The door collapsed.
Brace yourself.
The girl could see a quick figure, bloodied. The body snarled, locking its position closer to the girl. She thrusted the dagger forward, nailing the figure in its head. The figure leaned forward, scratching her arm, and slumped. The girl covered her mouth, dazed with the blade, now dripping with fresh hickory liquid. She dropped her blade and clutched her arm, now covered in warm blood. The blade clattered, the sound of metal echoing against the floor. The etches on the blade, revealed.
Nicha Yontararak.
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The Infected ⬩ (G)I-DLE
HorrorThe world was normal. Song Yuqi, a sophomore, studied at Neverland Institute of Arts with her best friend Yeh Shuhua, a freshman. Being top at school, Yuqi dreamed of many things. Nothing lasts forever. ⬩⬩⬩ Angry rioters appeared. Cannibalistic riot...
