Ruach

Ruach Ch.2

Ok sorry i didnt upload on Wednsday!!! Life got a hold of me and i wasnt able to sorry!!! But here is the next chapter edited and everything!!!! Enjoy!!! :)

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I gulped in a deep breath of air for about the tenth time. I couldn’t seem to get my legs to move away from the luggage claim area and finally face my new family. I some how had gotten this image of these man eating evil people that were going to seem nice when in front of other people, but beat me and feed off of my flesh when no one was around. I have a very vivid imagination and the horror book that I read on the way here about the end of the world because of zombies, yea probably not my best idea. But it had done its purpose it had made me forget about my new adoptive family and the terror of returning to Georgia.

But hey I can turn into a 1,000 pound animal and run at 60 mph! I kick ass as horse, unless there’s needles involved, then I’m the biggest baby on the face of the earth. You try getting tortured for like almost two years with needles and let’s see how you react when you’re around them!

Besides it’s not like I’m going to stay there forever right? I’ll stay for a few months, I mean it’s like the orphanages was handing me straight to the evil men! Wait…. what if they were? Could the people who are adopting me really be working for the evil mean? Had they finally found me? This thought made me even more reluctant to go, yet a burning curiosity now made me what to find out if I really was in danger. Being in hiding with a wolf when you’re a horse really messes with your senses. My horse instincts, fight or flight, were telling me flight. No one was around they didn’t really know what I looked like. I could easily just board another plane and leave. Nothing was stopping me right?

Wrong

The sign with my name on it which was walking through the crowd straight towards me gave it away. I watched as an older looking man with a cowboy hat, jeans and a button up stripped shirt with a windbreaker over it was holding the sign while another older looking women walked next to him in close to the same attire. Except her shirt was hot pink and her jacket was also hot pink with those weird little fringes hanging off the arm. She also had the biggest and blondest hair I had ever seen. It looked like she went through a bottle of hair spray a day!

I suddenly felt awkward in my ripped skinny jeans and black v-neck. I seriously hope they don’t expect me to dress like them? Cause not in a million years would I ever dress like that.

‘Just a few weeks then you’ll be able to leave.’ I thought happily to myself.

“Hello dear you must be Tara, right?” the women asked with an accent. I almost forgot that southerners had that weird drawl. Now I was going to stick out even more with my British accent, great.

“Um, yea and you must be Mr. and Mrs. Boar?” Very….. unique last name that’s for sure.

“Call me Katherine, Kathy, or even mom if you want to.” Her already bright smile intensifying.

“And I’m George Boar, you can call me dad if you ever feel like it.” These people were not at all like the zombies I had imagined. They were defiantly much older then I imagined. They both looked to be in their fifties at least.

“Hi Kathy, George.” I wasn’t going to get to comfortable with them. That whole ‘they could be working for the evil men’ seemed a little far fetched especially considering their age but looks can be deceiving and I wasn’t going to take my chances. Just like every other time. Hang around for a few weeks, find a job make some money, then run away. I was always caught though, it’s like they new!

Actually it’s because the chick in charge of my adoption and stuff is a werewolf and she always followed my scent. But this time I would be much more cleaver since I would be in the middle of the woods I would use that to my advantage.