The feral is a women, or least was a women once. She has a torn white shirt and it looks like someone has scratched her torso, as I can see the dried blood and scars across her stomach, they almost look like claw marks.
Her hair which looked like it used to be brown has so much dried blood in it you'd think from a distance that she's a red head.
She has a knife her her right hand. Her pupils are dilated and she looks at me like a lion about to tear into a kill.
That's when she lounges at me.
I hold her hand with the knife as she comes to strike me, she's pushing against me and I use her strength to make her almost fall as I move out of the way quickly and let her push through. She only has a moment to turn back and look at me as I kick her feet out from under her. She falls to the ground with a loud thud and I quickly jump on top of her trying to pin her down and get the knife. I reach for the knife and she slashes it at me and managers to cut the skin on my left cheek. I fall back and it's her turn to jump on me.
She aims for my head and I move away just in time as she stabs the ground right beside it. She goes to pull out the knife but its stuck in the ground. She's slightly distracted and I use that moment to push her off me. I get on top of her quickly and as I do I reach for the knife in the slip of my backpack. I get it out quickly and start stabbing her in the stomach mutiple times. Her blood sprays in my face as I do so and she screams out in pain. When I know I have the chance I slit her throat. I get off of her and watch her weeaze and die in front of me. For some reason I think I see a small smile on her face as she breaths her last breath.
"Oh my god" I hear someone say.
I look up and remember that I'm not alone. Why didn't any of them help me!? I think angrily.
"Could of used you help" as say at Luke who is staring at me and suddenly realize the whole group is staring at me.
"What?" I say probably a bit more aggressively than I meant to, as I'm still hyped up on adrenalin.
"Told you she was a feral" Erik says with his arms crossed and a cold expression.
I look down at my bloody hands and think for the first time, maybe he's right? Maybe I really have become a feral...
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Run
Teen FictionRun I have to Run or it'll catch me and I will die. Four years it's been like this, four years since the world went to crap and everyone I knew died. Every waking moment I'm running from what we call the void. Cassie is a 18 year old girl who has to...
