The Demi-Angel

Chapter 4

AN ok so in this ch I do a pov change and I go back to events that already happened in a different ch and do it from a differeny pov... I hope its not confusing and I hope you like it!

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Run.

Run.

Run.

That was my only thought.

The only thought in a puny onetrack mind.

Run.

It was all animals base instinct.

Run.

For some reason us humans considered ourselves exempt from animals.

Run.

But really when it came down to it,

Run.

we really were hardly any different.

Run.

Run.

Run.

I had left their house, more like shack, and started running. I was never one for running, never wanted to do it.

But right now? That didnt matter.

All that mattered was to run.

To run and never stop.

Running down road after road, corner after corner, I came across no indications of where I was.

Not that I was really focusing.

It appeared I was in a city of sorts, or I would have been if there were people.

And by people I didnt mean there should be more people for a city, but I meant there were none.

No signs of distress or damage or fire or whatever the hell the other ideas buzzing around my brain were. It was empty.

It was like a ghost town, I could almost feel like I was in an episode of the walking dead.

But despite this, and my practically silent voice of reason telling me to be careful, a stronger, more animal part of my brain told me to run.

So I ran.

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Hours later I saw my first person.

Well, ish.

He was a man, standing in the middle of a road, watching me. Staring me down.

For the first time in hours I stopped.

I stopped and became aware of the sweat and blood dripping down me.

Allowing my fatigue to catch up with me, I hated myself for wanting to walk to him, when suddenly I was right there. Right in front of him.

A small squeak escaped me as the stranger stared me down. But now, instead of being an unknown figure in the far off distance, he was an unknown figure in my personal space.

Taking a few steps back, he started laughing. Or well, chuckling to himself. Or to me. Or at me. Or something, I really had no clue.

He smiled down at me in a way that on most would appear friendly, but on him was just down right terrifying.

His skin was stretched over his taught face, cheekbones that should have looked adorable, but instead just looked bloody petrifying. And not in a Loki, Tom Hiddleston way. No, in a the purge film cover way.