I gazed out the window as they did the same to me except they looked as though hunger struck them with a bat. Their empty hallow eyes pierced my soul and every breath my lungs grasped, their eyes glued to me almost as if they were envious of my breaths.
"It's fine. I've done this so many times" I mumbled to myself. I still get nervous every time I go to scavenge for food.
I slowly made my way to the door grabbing the metal bat next to it. My palms begin to sweat as the death grip became tighter and tighter. Along with the bat I get the 67 Chevy Impala keys.
As the door creaks, their heads snap towards me. I stare back watching them. I take breath and step out.
They look like something out of a horror movie. The black eyes, scales, and teeth. Razor sharp teeth( screaming hey I could rip your throat out with one tooth). I step into the gravel making a 360 to watch everyone of the freaks. Stepping closer and closer to the car. Something grabs me and pulls me under ,making me drop the bat, dragging my face on the beat up pavement. I feel the claws dig into my skin. They release a venom. It burns making me nauseous. I think of my family and no one else has to suffer. Wherever I'm going it's better than being here with these bastards.
Hope you enjoyed....... I think I may write again. I'm sorry this isn't good. I'll make it better eventually. ~Kate
