Survival

Chapter 1

The street lights blurred past me as I hurriedly sped down the country road. I need to find somewhere safe and lay low for a while. These people have taken everything from me and there's no way I can let my guard down. Not even for a second.

I think of all the unspeakable things they have put me through. All the death; despair but most of all I think of how they took away the love of my life Alex from me and that very nearly caused my own life to end. No! I'm not thinking of this right now. I can't. I won't. Tears have started streaming down down my face and I know at that moment that I have to keep going. That they can't take anything else from me. God you would have thought that after over two hundred years it would have gotten easier. But it hasn't and here I am giving them what they want. It's my tears and pain that they desire but I won't give them the satisfaction of witnessing it.

I have been driving for what seems like hours and every second that goes by fills me with anxiety. I know I need to turn off and find somewhere soon but I need to be smart about it. It has to be the place they would never expect to find me. Every single possible place flys by my mind. Until I see it. A sign post for the small country town of Trinity.
I swerve into the towns road and drive down it. I hate country towns but that is why this is the perfect refuge for me.

I drive up to an old motel. It is a wooden building with worn panels. The 'o' stopped working who knows how long ago and and the 'm' was unhinged on the left side whilst flickering violently. Is this really were I have to stay? This run-down old shed?
I drag myself out my car and walk painfully slow towards the door. My hand gently rests on the cold metal door. This is it this is where I'll spend the next few years of my life. I push the door and walk into the building. There is a strong musky smell which makes my nose scrunch up. I wander around the reception desk and ring the bell. It echoed for what seemed like a lifetime until a small tubby woman with hazel eyes and short-brown curly hair came bouncing in; grinning up to her ears.

"Can I help you ma'am" the woman said with enthusiasm. I was almost lost for words. It's been so long since I've spoken to someone I've almost forgotten what it's like. I smiled at her and said:

"Um...yes...thanks. I would like a room" way to go Rissa. You first sort of-conversation with someone and you have the courage and social skills of a wooden plank. Wait no that's offensive to wooden planks.

"How long are you staying dear?" She says sweetly. I notice her name tag. Its white with a black box. Inside it, it says Maggie.

"Not sure. Maybe a month?" I say rubbing the back of my neck undeniably unsure of how long I will be here. Heck I don't even know where 'here' is. All I know is that the town is called Trinity and that doesn't even sound like a real name. My life is messed up. Or afterlife I should say.

Maggie gave me a sympathetic look and wandered over to a wooden panel which was covered in different keys of all shapes and sizes. She leans over pointing at each key as she makes her decision where to put me. Finally she selects a small key with a rusted handle and hands it gently to me.

"Here you go go sweetie, it's the third door on the right." She beamed. She was so sweet. It's been so long since I've met anyone with some splinter of humanity left and she is radiating it. I felt safe in her presence which is something I never thought I'd say again. Wait safe? What am I thinking? I've only been here what half an hour and I've already done the thing I vowed never to do. I let my guard down.
The realisation spread across my face. I reached for the key and handed over enough money to stay the night.

"Thank-you" I say shyly with a smile. As I turned to walk away I turned my head with a thought in my head. I need to where I am " hey..um...Maggie is it? Could you tell me what state I'm in" I say nervously. God I must sound so stupid. I mean who walks into a motel and doesn't know where they are. I ready myself for the laughing fits which were sure to come. But they didn't. Instead she gave me a warm-sympathetic look and said:

"Atlanta" she replies gently "are you sure you want to stay here, Do you have any family members that could pick you up?" Oh god my family. All of them slaughtered like pigs. All of them trapped in a cell with me for days. Oh god. No.no.no.no. I can feel my heartbeat fasten until breathing becomes an extreme task. Suddenly I feel a warm hand on my skin and I am snapped back to reality. Maggie has a phone In hand. Ambulance-ready.
Soon I remember her question and I gather all the strength I have to give her a solemn shake.

"I'm sorry" I say in a shaky voice "I should be getting to my room" I flash her a quick pain felt smile and turned to go up the stairs. When I hear her call back:

"What's your name honey?" I am shocked that she asked this. Out of the usual questions and sympathy comments I could of gotten; she chose to respect my feelings and privacy and I respect her for that.

"Clarissa" I say in a warm voice. And so I continued to make my way upstairs to my room.
The floorboards were creaking with every step I took. The walls were some sort of pale colour and there were religious images plastered all over the walls. I chuckled to myself at the though of it. Surely if there were some sort of higher being they would not let such hideous creatures roam the earth and take the lives of their creations. I just don't see it. But then again who am I to judge?
I walk down the hallway until I reach the door of my new room. I turn the handle and it screeches open. The walls are the same pale colour but this time there is only one religious painting. The light is dull with a dirty shade balanced on it. There are spider webs congregating around it and I'm sure I saw a few dead moths there too. I look towards the bed. It has brown sheets and if you lift them up you could see stains all over it. "Home sweet home" I whisper to myself and let out a disappointed sight. Slowly I wander over to the painting and take it down. I place it at the back of a dusty woven chair and sit down on the bed. It's solid. I'm sure a rock would be more comfortable. Bit I'm in no position to complain. I'm the one hiding from creatures hellbent on ending my life. So I'm the one that has to deal with wherever I end up.
I lay backwards and slowly but surely I fall asleep. Waiting for tomorrow to do its worst
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