{Survival}

Delusional: Part 3/3

???'s POV

  (It's such a good thing that they found me, otherwise I'd be most likely dead. I saw the world go down, in Detroit. I was in school, and the kid just started goin' crazy, ripping his own skin off his body. They tried to evacuate the students as fast as they could, but too many were either getting eaten, turning into them, or running around like headless chickens. I was one of the few that survived. I honestly don't remember how we crossed Lake Michigan, but we did. On our journey, our numbers decreased until I was the only one left. By that time, I was only several miles north from the border, separating Montana from Canada. I heard the familiar screeches and screams of human and monster. And, that's how I found Y/N and the rest of the survivors. But, some of their crew died. Luckily, they accepted me. But now, I saw four of them walking out of the cave. One of them had tears in her eyes, another wrapping his arm around her to comfort her. A girl turned towards me.)

  "Hey, Elijah, wanna help?"

  I stuttered, mostly from her beauty. "S-sure. O-of course."

  (She smiled, showing crooked, but white teeth. That was her greatest flaw, and I saw how weak the smile was, but it didn't matter to me. I was in love with her. So, we walked and walked for what seemed like hours, but we finally had progress. We heard the screams of hundreds, maybe thousands. They sounded like they echoed, so we kept straight. Then, we heard sounds. We all hid behind trees and bushes, scared to turn and see what lurks. I turned and looked first, for everyone's safety. There were these "people" that were dressed in brown cloaks. They looked as if they were talking to each other, but in an unknown language. It were only two of them, but they stood outside of where we were trying to go inside. The boy with the afro nodded at the two girls and jumped out, screaming the same unknown language as they did. He looked Mexican, but the language wasn't Spanish. It sounded Japanese mixed with French and English. In other words, it was a very hard language to understand and speak. But, when the two cloaked ones turned, what I saw changed my whole motive around. Their eyes were red. The pupils and irises were nonexistent. They had no mouth or nose. Their skin was a mixture of pink and black. When the boy ran, the black on their face started to tear apart, like a plastic glove, and show teeth sharper than needles. They ran after him, while the rest of us ran towards the entrance. When we enterer, the hollow ditches looked like a slaughter house. Bodies were maimed, eaten, decapitated, you name it. Little strings of rope hung above the ditches. Bodies were everywhere. The iron stench of flesh and blood sufficated me. My haunted thoughts were interrupted by horrified and gargled howls from one particular crater. There was a boy that looked around my age, fighting like a gladiator. The girl with the black hair with brown tips ran towards the edge, where hungry, inhuman creatures in close holes growled. The boy, Jacob, yelled after her, but she already jumped. She soared across several craters and she hit the ground, sprinting. She grabbed a rock, throwing it and hitting a monster straight in its head. She grabbed the boy's hand and ran towards a man-made rope. The boy threw her up with all his might, and started to climb, while she was already at the top. As soon as the boy was on higher ground, the girl snapped the rope with a knife. We ran towards the entrance, but stopped when we heard a metallic scream from behind. I turned to see a brown-cloaked, red eyed monster. From where his mouth was, flaps of black hung from the top and bottom of the opening. We turned and started to run again. I didn't turn back. The boy with the afro ran beside me now. They might not know, but it might be even harder for us to get home. They don't know, but I do. They have evolved. And this is only the beginning.)