Saviour's Hell (Completed)

Prey

"You can't be serious." She said in disbelief.

"I am," I said.

"You mean to tell me that you're schizophrenic?"

"I think I am."

"And what makes you say that?" She crossed her arms across her chest and tilted her head slightly.

"I-I hear these...voices, and I hallucinate sometimes."

"Are you sure you're not just talking about these nightmares you've supposedly been having?"

"No; I know what I see and I know what I hear. This isn't like it is in these nightmares; I don't just randomly transport to some warped dimension one minute and return to reality before I die the next minute."

"Great," she muttered almost inaudibly as she dropped her gaze to the floor. Almost inaudibly. "I just had sex with a psycho."

I was hurt by this, and I was sure it showed, but she didn't notice; she wasn't even looking at me.

"You know what?" I said quietly and audibly hurt after a moment. "Just forget I said anything." I walked away, heading for the front door.

"Elijah,"

I could hear her following me, but I didn't bother to try to stop her; I'm not going to force a woman to do anything.

The second I opened the door, my anxiety surged, and I started panicking. Standing in the yard were at least twenty people dressed in shredded white clothing with beyond deathly pale skin, very thin black lips, sunken in, red rimmed, pewter grey eyes, frizzy jet black hair, boney hands with red stained claws, and sharp, yellow teeth. All of them were standing in a half-quadrupedal form with hunched backs, staring at me. Some of them were staring hungrily at me with blood stained mouths, some were baring their ugly teeth, and the rest just watched me like I was their prey.