"I am not real my d-" the shadow started.
The woman fell to her knees and let out a blood curtling scream. "H-Help me!" She sobbed, smacking her hand against the ground.
"Just because I am not real, does not mean I can not help you." The shadow looked down at the sobbing woman.
Jantje breathed shakily, lifting her eyes up to the woman. Her eyes shook slightly, unable to focus on the shadows face. She twitched out of annoyance and shook her head, then tried again. "Please... help me." She pleaded.
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The shadow lead her out.
Jantje breathed heavily, a smile crept across her face. "I-I'm... im free..." she mumbled laughing hysterically. She coughed slightly on the harsh air.
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She dashed down the roads, every so often looking behind her in Paranoia. "I-I this is great!" She giggled like a child on Christmas.
Dark fell quickly, and she was stuck on a gravel road, outside of Chicago, Illinois. "Hmm..." She hummed. She looked about and then spotted a dim candle light in a window. She slowly walked to the house, the bottoms of her feet tender and bloody from all the walking.
She slowly stepped onto the porch.
*knock knock*
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Innocent and Psychopathic
Teen FictionMotto Hein, was the young boy of two women... till the apocalypse broke their family apart. Read to find out what happens Author Grijs-
