I need to keep running. That was Skye's only thought as she charged down the dark, empty, street. It was near midnight, the air carried a light, cool, breeze. The buildings along either side of road were dark with the black-out, yet you could see inside them because of all the shattered windows. A torn banner waved quietly in the wind, torn with large claw marks it was stained with what could only be one thing… blood.
Skye's pack was damaged beyond repair, so there was no chance she could get in the air. The only reason she hadn't dropped it completely is because she couldn't waste any time disconnecting it. Every second was vital; she couldn't stop for any reason. If she stopped, it would get her. She couldn't let that happen; if she did, she would fail her mission. The lookout needed these supplies; they wouldn't last much longer without them.
As she was running, Skye didn't even glance back. She could feel it getting closer; she felt the earth pounding from its heavy footsteps. It wouldn't be long now. She was a goner. That was certain. The worst possible thing happened at the worst possible time, she tripped. The speed she was going at meant she had no chance of recovery. The fall sent her rolling; she hit the building's wall hard. She felt a sharp pain in the back of her head… that was the last thing she would ever feel.
This puppy was supposed to fly; instead, she crash landed… that was Skye's last thought before her sight, hearing, and everything else around her turned an icy, cold, black.
A/N: first try at a Horror story form something innocent. I got the idea form RaptorxActual's story bring her home. btw great story, read it. I plan for this to be a somewhat light horror story. please review. I don't like continuing stories when I get no feed back. So I won't. again , please let me know what you guys think and I will see you later.