Dark Days

Safe Place

A/N ;w; Whale. Here it is. *fingers crossed* Please comment what you think & if you like the story feel free to click that little star to the right.  :D 

“There is nowhere in the world that is safe, yet we keep on searching for it.” Anonymous.

Chapter 1:

Everything around me is chaos.

I hear the sounds of windows shattering, piercing the air in its own shrill scream. The distinctive sounds of fire crackling, blazing with intense bright flames that make the world around it dance in shadows. The suffocating smell of scorching smoke and the horrifying, but definite stench of burning flesh filling the air.

I desperately run now, as fast as my legs can carry me, the toxic air still surrounding me circling me with its decaying smell. I cannot escape the Death in the air; it follows me like a shadow.

I keep running, stopping to hide whenever I can. I hear the desperate cries of the living, the harsh unforgiving sound of guns firing and hitting their mark. I keep going, knowing that if I linger more than I should, I'm dead.

The troops march as one in cold calculating moves. They have their eyes set on the weak and I know they never miss. When I sneak a peek at them, they are all uniformed, each wearing the same expression on their faces: unemotional and merciless; their eyes sending my heart skittering in fear. This is the only thing that keeps me going. No matter how much I want to stop, I don’t because I don’t want to end up in the hands of these men.

I suddenly turn to an opening for an alley and run through it, stopping when I make it deep into the shadows, needing to conserve my energy and catch my breath.

I set my head on the wall behind me, resting and hiding for a second. Just for a heartbeat.

I close my eyes, and in another moment I open them, and keep on running.  I tear down narrow grimy lanes, clinging to the shadows as best as I can.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a Rebel City?”

I stop, turning sharply to the sound of an unfamiliar male voice behind me, and a quick gasp escapes from me when I see that it’s a Soldier. I start running again forgetting to cling to the safety of the darkness in my panic, desperately pushing my legs to go faster. I hear running footsteps trailing behind me getting terrifyingly louder and nearer with every step. I'm abruptly yanked backwards with my backpack and a fistful of my hair, and I end up in the brawny arms of the uniformed man that now holds me captive. My backpack is snatched from my shoulders, and I hear it fall somewhere nearby. I’m backed into a wall, and I feel like a deer in front of headlights, about to get run over. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.

His hands clutch my neck suddenly, strangling me like the air of smoldering smoke, and the stench of fire consumed flesh surrounding us. I desperately try to break free from his deadly grip, but it proves pointless. My hands now uselessly claw at the wall behind me, my lungs screaming for air resembling the tormenting shrieks for mercy by the innocent people around us, as they tighten and burn like the fire raging in nearby buildings illuminating the world in a blaze in the dark night.

This up close The Soldier’s breath is foul, like decaying flesh, but his teeth are polished white and perfect, and with his canines sharpened like an animal, he looks ready to devour me. He licks his lips, as his dark eyes trail over my skin and I feel a jolt go through my spine, my heart lodging in my throat, at the hunger in his eyes.

“A fine thing like you doesn’t need to be in a harsh place like this.” His breath makes my stomach twist and I wonder if the reason his breath smells putrid is because he’s rotting from the inside or he devours human flesh. Both thoughts make me feel sick and make me want to hurl.