As I said before I am running. From who you may ask? From this damn son of a bitch who won't chill out. Seriously I just took one little piece of bread.
Running through the Forgotten is like the ultimate parkor challenge. I have to jump over baskets half my height, duck under tables and tents, and run through peoples' houses (hopefully not catching through anything too intimate). And then there's the dirt and smoke. The smoke is so thick you can barely see ten feet in front of you. Don't get e started on the dirt. It's slathered on your clothes so thick you could put your hand one someone, and not touch clothing.
While running away from this douche bag I didn't notice where I was going ('cause damn this dude is fast as hell), I ended up at a dead end. A steep 40-foot wall in front of me and 20-foot run-down shops and houses around me.
"Give me back my damn bread you bitch! Do you know how many uncorrupt I had to track down in order to get that?"
I don't say a word. I know how many uncorrupt he tracked down. Three. All of them my best friends. Emmy, Mena, and Dylan. He had tracked us all living together and burned our tent to flush us out. We all made a run for it. I tripped on my way and he ran straight past me. He didn't even notice me. It was like I didn't even exist. I can still hear their screams. I could hear them echoing through my skull so fast I thought my head would explode.
I turned around slowly. He was holding a knife with some splotches of rust coating it. He held his hand out. I lifted my hand ... took a bite of the bread and ran. I sprinted past him. Ducking under his outstretched hand. Somewhere along the way it had started raining. My feet slapped hard against the mud and sunk it a couple of inches.I ducked and weaved and juked and slid until I was one-hundred percent sure he wasn't following me.
Taking a look around I realized I was actually almost home. Just a couple blocks east. It's still raining. Actually pouring now. Sloshing through puddles, making my way home. People stand outside hoping to clean some of the dirt off of their clothes. Lucky for me the cloths on my back are the only ones I have. So I get a free shower and my clothes washed.
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Corrupted
ActionJulianna (Jule as she prefers), is not a "corrupt" she has been living her life normally until she is forced into captivity. You see being "uncorrupt" is against the law. And just as she is about to be sentenced to death she is rescued. By her e...
