The Hunter's Angel

Chapter 1

Seaira's POV

I keep running. That's all I knew since what's behind me. What happened keeps playing in my head and repeating itself. My legs ache—my heart racing. Everyone is gone. All my weapons and supplies burned. I have nothing. I have no one.

I don't know how long I ran. It's in the dead of night. No pun intended. I can hardly see anything except for the fire. I keep running until I can't see the light. I ran even more. I stop running to catch my breath only once. But I keep walking.

Morning came. I walk until the sun is high in the sky. Maybe late noon. I find a neighborhood. I went to the first house I see. I find an ax and pick it up. I go to the front door, but it's locked. So, I kick it in. I'm ready for a jump scare as I check all the rooms.

It's empty, not even a body. I close the front door and put a bookcase in front of it. I then look in the kitchen for anything. There are a few bottled waters. I open one and chug the whole thing.

I toss it on the ground and put the others on the table. I raid the cabinets and drawers. I only find a box of Rit's crackers and old silverware. I open the box and eat some crackers. I put those on the table as well.

I went upstairs with my ax an went into a room. I look around for anything useful. I find a nice book bag with plenty of pockets and space. I empty it and sling it on my back. I went into another room and find some clothes.

Mine are stained with blood and dirt. I find a bathroom to check if there is running water. There is, and I smile with joy. I close and lock the door, and I strip.

There is soap, shampoo, and conditioner. I'm more than thankful. "Thank you, God," I say out loud. I pass the mirror to the shower. I stop and gasp.

My long brown hair is fading its color. There used to be natural red highlights. My skin tanner, making the freckles on my cheeks and over my nose more noticeable.

My green eyes have bags under them; my cheekbones are sharper since I'm losing weight from running and not eating. My skin is packed with gunk—blood, dirt, and sweat.

My stomach is getting flatter since my diet and exercise. I always thought of myself as fat before all of this. But that was my insecurity. My friends said I was thick. Which was a good thing? My thighs are still "thick" but with more muscle. I was starting to form abs. Which I'm happy with.

My arms are more muscular, and my calf's bigger. At least one good thing came out of this—a 26-year-old woman weighing 140 pounds. I'm 5'2 i height. Now I'm probably 130.

"Yeah, I'm still fat," I say to myself. I frown and look away from myself. I turn on the water and wait till it gets hot. When it does, I step in and close the curtain. I have my ax behind the toilet so I can reach it.

I wash my hair and body and stand there for however long. To feel hot running water on me. I see the tub is filthy. I feel so much better, though; I feel lighter.

I turn off the water and move the curtain. I grab a towel and dry off. I wrap my hair in a towel and put on my new clothes. I put on a blue bra. It's too small, but I have to deal with it, at least it's a sports bra.

Then I put on a nice black T-shirt of Marilyn Mason. I put on green underwear that fit and blue jeans. I put my belt on. I put on socks and then my boots. I then throw on a hoodie I found. It's getting cold out. I must be going north.

I find a toothbrush that was still in its seal and some toothpaste. I brush my teeth for 20 minutes; I feel super good.

I also find a brush and comb out all the tangles I have. I try looking for scissors but there is none to be found. I thought of cutting my hair. Less of a chance of it getting grabbed. It goes down to my butt. Being Scottish and Native sure helps. Since I have my hoodie, I tuck in my hair. Not able to find any hair bows.