AN: Thanks to all of you that have read my story. I'm excited to see how it goes and how you guys like it when things really get rolling in this story line. Enjoy!
I remember chasing after zam when I first discovered what was out in the waste, I remember painfully gasping for air; that my arm felt like it was on fire as Zam dragged me from the screeching.
And I remember tripping and crashing down onto the pavement. I remember someone screaming for me to get up, and the glass that cut into my hands and knees as I tried to scrabble after them. I remember the hot tears that ran down my cheeks because I was so scared.
I remember freezing when I felt it's cold touch on my shoulder, it was the light and soft touch one would expect from a lover. But when I looked at the hand on my shoulder my blood ran cold. It had long and cracked nails, fingers were long and grey, the hand was stained a rusty brown by what I could only assume was blood. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
It's breath stirred my hair, my body to refuse to take in air as if it were poison. I felt it forcing itself upon me, not physically but like it was evading my mind. It was calling me, as if was daring me to look it in the eyes.
I tried to resist, some part of my mind was screaming for me to run, to fight, to do anything. Even as my lugs were screaming for oxygen, I still didn't breathe. I was terrified that if I moved, it's will would force me to look.
But it was stronger, the urge to look at the creature was drowning everything else from my mind. I watched the fingers flex as the creature dug it's nails into my shoulder. As my blood began to soak though my military style jacket, my vision also blurred, the world was getting dark agian. I needed air, I struggled to breathe but it was like I was trapped under water. My throat closed on itself. I tried to think of a way out, but my panicking thoughts were sluggish, like my mind was trapped in a quicksand. Slowly, I dragged my mind to the only conclusion I could find. I moved the only way my panic would allow.
I turned and looked into the glazed and horrific eyes of the creature.
Sorry this chapter is so short. I was struggling with writers block. I know, know excuses. But hey! I'm back and writting!
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The Ashes Within
ActionI woke up alone and dying in a desolation of what once was a beautiful city. With no memorie of who I was or what happened, I was forced to adapt or die trying. I never thought I would end up where I am now.
