Hello everyone this is my first story i have written. I apologize in advance if I misspell a word or forget a use of punctuation. I am on my phone writing this and it isn't as easy as I thought. I would love some feedback and depending on what kind of reviews I get I'd love to continue the story.
Breath coming in ragged gasps of air as she flees down the body littered street, flames reaching out of burnt out windows in this hive she once called home. Cackling laughter and gunshots rose from streets nearby. Screams raised in ear piercing pitch only to be cut short. "Run!" her mother screamed moments before something smacked through the window and blowing her mother's skull into fragments, one cutting her above the eye. Her blood continues to blind her as its warmth coats the side of her head. "I'm going to die. Throne I'm really going to die!" These nagging thoughts hammered into her overworked brain over and over. With each repeat causing terror to slow her limbs with its icy touch. Desperate to seek shelter out of the hives burning carcass she obeys her mother's last wish and runs as fast as she can.
Several days have passed since her home and her mother's death. The screams of the living have slowly been replaced with the moan of a hive crumbling to its death. She stopped running now, the terror and fear slowly replaced with resentment and hunger. Opening her eyes she emerges from her hiding place….a corner littered with bodies. Matted with blood and torn clothes who would know the difference? Hunger continues to gnaw at her stomach. She must find food or all else she will just be another body in a already dead hive. With weary recognition of her goal she walks wearily hunting for something edible.
Hunger continues to eat away at her stomach and dulls her mind. Hours...maybe days have passed since she started her search and nothing could be found. Wearily she stumbles down another body strewn side road. Whiles she's grown used to the dead staring at her this road had a new occupant. Towering several feet taller than her 4 foot 8 inches stood a chaos dreadnought. With a gun of massive proportions and looking like a creature out of hell terror seized her heart in its icy fist and locked her body to a frozen state. This is how I'm going to die...
Thank you for reading the first part of this series, I had a blast writing it.. Any feedback positive or negative would be lovely so please leave a comment!