Why The Rivers Run Red

Escape The Fangs

A/N: Hey guys, Secrets here with my new book "Why The Rivers Run Red." But it's not just my book, for I'll be Co. Writing this book with my good friend and amazing writer DemonataTG. We'll each take turns writing a chapter for this book.

First chapter is written by me, Secret Life of Writing.

Sharp canines bit into soft flesh. White teeth pulled away with dark blood, like icicles dripping red water. The metallic taste of blood mixing with saliva before dripping onto the soft soil of the river bank. Killing another one of the roamers, dead for a second time as the brain was pierced into a new state of lifelessness.

Yellow eyes stared around landing on each motionless body that crowded the river bank. Some dead, some living minutes prior, now seeking the same fate as the walking dead. Only a few left unconscious and living from the blast.

The glow of the flames behind her reflected off of the yellow pools of amber as she stared back at the wreckage. The river shown a deep red against the firelight as blood seeped into the murky waters from the bodies against the shoreline, mixing together as the tainted water became thick with red as it was carried downstream. She can hear the keen crackle and pop of the fires burning around her. The outline of a shadow lingers among the wreckage of the shattered pier as it darts past the lingering flames.

A small figure trotting up to her side. A little wolf pup with dark brown fur to line his back and lighter on his belly and paws with a small, white, heart shape marking his chest. He ran under her before coming out and rubbing himself against her side affectionately, now out of intimate danger for a minute.

With four feet planted firmly on the path like those of a quadruped, she contracted her claws from the earth and paws slowly turned back to hands and feet. Clementine stood up and took another glance around at the destruction that lay at her feet. Wondering why it all had to come to this.

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"Only feed her enough to keep her alive. I want her ready for when we reach the Delta. And keep that muzzle on!"

"Yes ma'am!" Both red-headed twins replied to their leader, giving a curt nod before watching her walk off. Leaving them to stand guard at the door to the cell.

"Let's get this over with." The one with a half-shaved head said grouchily as she flung open the steel door. "Get up! Let's go!" She ordered the creature.

"You don't have to be so mean, Minnie." Her twin told her.

"Who cares Soph. It's just a dog." Minerva shot back flinging her crossbow over her shoulder. "It'd probably kill you the moment it had a chance. Rip your throat out."

Sophie shot her sister a slight glare. "Stop calling her it. She's still a person Minnie."

Minerva rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Let's just get this over with, I gotta fetch the water."

"Well if you're so impatient then just go! I'll take care of this." She snapped at her.

"Suit yourself." Minnie shrugged before walking off.

Sophie watched her go carefully checking to make sure that she was really gone. Once in the clear she immediately dropped to her hands and knees. She reached into her pocket and pulled out an army knife while checking to make sure no one was coming.

She reaches for the rope that holds the creature down but receives a low and intimidating growl before she can touch it. Sophie reels back her hand even though she knows the muzzle still protects her from a bite.