Pure Toxic

Chapter 1

Darcy Hill has been running her whole life because of her fear. Always half out of her seat to make a run for it but it's time for her to stop.

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Stumbling to the ground Darcy felt hands claw at her clothed body. She let out a yelp and a disgusted sound when the owner of the hands pulled, and she heard its arm rip itself off its body. It smelt worse than death.

Flipping around Darcy shot her foot out at the face of the female variant, momentarily stopping it. She took her chance to run.

Clawing desperately at the ground Darcy pulled herself out of its grip. Jerking from the release of tension she clumsily started running, dashing between trees, jumping over stuck-up roots.

Looking back Darcy got a view of nothing, no variant, not even a sound of one. Only the sound of bugs and the smell of a forest.

Continuing to look around she formed a plan to try and locate a house to sleep in.

She walked till dark until she found a house.

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Darcy dragged herself up to the house, drenched in sweat, heart pounding and adrenaline wearing off leaving her incredibly tired body to stumble around.

She stopped at the brown, peeling door and tapped her hand against the closed door. She learnt to do this when she had an incident involving running back out the door with three variants on her tail.

Hearing nothing Darcy stepped forward and gently pushed the door open. Darcy cringed at the squeaking noise it made but still stepped forward.

Darcy cautiously looked around and noticed the lack of variants.

Slowly she made her way up the stairs on the right and she took notice of four doors, they were probably the most intact thing she had come across. Reaching the first door she slid her cold fingers around the doorknob and twisted slowly.

Quickly she pushed the door forward and whipped the hand with her machete up aiming to lodge it into the first variant she saw.

Darcy calmed down when there was none.

She turned away and looked at the next door. She crept slowly to the door trying to make no noise however the creaking of the floorboards under her feet gave her away.

Reaching the door she repeated the same thing, opening and aiming. She found none.

She repeated her routine on the other two doors.

Finding nothing she let out a relieved breath. It was safe.

After she dumped her bag on the bed in the last room Darcy made her way down the stairs again to raid the kitchen for anything.

After 10 minutes of ransacking the kitchen and moving to the living room she heard a creak and a bark.

Whipping around with her machete aimed at the culprit she found the angry, German Shepherd that has been chasing after her for days.

"What?" She asked, completely done with its antics.

Woof

"I don't speak dog," Darcy blandly said while pointing a dead stare at the dog.

Woof

"Ok, you know what I don't care, do whatever you want just leave me alone, ok?"

"Shoo," Darcy added while shooing with her hands.

She noticed the dog hadn't moved from where it sat and said, "Fine, I'm going to sleep."

Darcy moved towards the windows in the downstairs area and ensured they were either locked or were shut if they didn't have one. Darcy was too paranoid to look out and enjoy the sunset that sat in front of her.

She did the same while making her way up stairs to the room she has chosen to sleep in. Darcy finished by closing her door.

Darcy walked over to the bed and pulled the covers down. She settled in wishing for a satisfied sleep.

Drifting off to a dreamless sleep Darcy wished tomorrow would bring something to mentally celebrate.

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First part down and dusted :)