Cara's POV
Glancing around, I internally search for a way out. I was deemed unsuccessful. I sigh. "Well?" He demands, looking for an answer. "That's Dylan?" I suggest weakly, gesturing to the TV screen. Marshall raises an eyebrow at me. "Really Cara? THAT'S the angle you're going to take?"
A knock on the door startles me. Marshall stands and swiftly stalks out of the kitchen to answer the door.
Suddenly there's a bang and an 'oof' and quick footsteps enter the house. I inch towards the open kitchen door cautiously and peer through.
I can see Marshall's limp body in the doorway and my breath catches in my throat.
And then a face looms into view. "'Allo Cara" The gappy teeth and musty smell is familiar. And as the chloroform takes effect there's only one thing running through my mind.
They've found me.
AUTHORS NOTE
Hi. It's currently 1am but I'm writing this anyway as I owe you guys that much 'eh?
The song on the side was going through my mind while writing this and IT'S MY FAVOURITE SONG OF ALL TIME!
- OONAGH
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Survival
FanfictionCara Ward has always been alone. Growing up in a rough area as an orphan with a young life filled with sadness, there has only been one thing that ever kept her going. Music. The music of rap star Eminem inspired and motivated her. When life got to...
