Ashes To Ashes

In a world of decay , the only thing I could see was my impending doom. The end of the world is a lot more boring than you'd think ( other than the constant feeling that you'll be eaten alive) No honestly , it is. Well. That is until I traveled so far into the forest , running from a rotter that I found a tribe of people banned together.

They had the most incredible physique. All of them were tan and slender or very muscular. Only a few men did not possess the muscles of most men there. As I run into the safe haven I trip and the rotter then falls on top of me. The clashing of his teeth so near me I begin to panic. Grabbing the nearest thing to me I repetitively bash his head until there's no movement. I breathe hard , shoving him off.

As I look up trying not to notice the contraption around my ankle that caused me to trip a large man comes through the crowd.
" she's mine" the deep voice called out , coming through the crowd. The depth of his eyes caught me first , but the second? The way he looked at me as if he could ravish me the second he got me alone.