Kill Or Be Killed

Kill, Or Be Killed.

That’s all there is to it

The chilled air whistled around the women, her shaking body squished against the wall, kneeling down. The shaking having nothing to do with the cold.

Her breath, if you were close enough to hear it, you would hear it come out and in shakily. But the women trained her lungs to breathe quietly.

She had years of practice.

The young woman’s arms were squished in between her legs and her body, holding a knife.

The knife was dull. The young women knew this. The knife was the only thing the women had, after all these years. Her best friend at times, worst enemies at others. The knife was dull. The house had no more creaks and the chance of her surviving were very, very slim.

The young women knew this.

She was contemplating taking the knife into her own heart, when she heard a creak.

Coming from behind her.

Immediately she pulled the map of this house out of her mind. The hallway she was in led to a closet, and a room with a barred up window.

There was no way into that side of the house in less they passed by the hallway in front of her and walked behind her, but with the way she’s positioned herself they’d have to walk down the hall from the right, where she’d jump out with her dull knife.

She heard footsteps-footsteps too close too confident too loud too-

The young women didn’t stand a chance.

Kill or be killed, it’s that simple.

No one knows how this happened. What happened.

No one knows what use to be. There are just pieces, pieces of the past.

All apart of the broken puzzle.

Solve it, or keep going. It's that simple.

Everything’s moving. The earth and the sun and the stars and most of all, the people.

And those who can no longer be considered a person. Families that were forced to part in the midst of a fight they had no chance in.

Die, or run. It’s that simple.

People have been born and have died during these ages.

How long has it been? What was it like before? What rumors are true, and what are myths and dreams you think of in those very, very, few moments of peace.

Keep living and dying in this age forever, or piece together the puzzle.  

It's not so simple.

This is sorta a... Trial run, I suppose. I don't know if I'll continue posting it, but I hope you like it anyways.