Daylight – Run Kid Run
Give your love away
No matter what tomorrow brings
I'll be waiting in the daylight
Hair whips against my face as I turn and look behind me.
They're coming.
I look back to the blurring city ruins, pushing my legs to move me faster.
Sharp pieces of broken concrete cut into my feet through my thin shoes, slicing at the animal hid. Broken piping scrapes along my calves, as the bloodied grass leaves streaks against my legs.
My lungs burn against my rib cage, doting my vision with tiny bursts of colour. My legs feel heavy, weighting my down with each pound of my feet. My head swims, cotton presses against my ears.
Move, move faster.
The sharp hiss of an arrow slices my echoing footsteps as it beds itself in the skin of my thigh. Pain blindsides me, crippling my stride and causing me to stumble. Blood burns my skin, soaking the back of my leg.
I make my legs keep moving, ignoring the urge to pull the metal from my skin. I feel the arrowhead scarp the bone, pulling pained yelps from my chapped lips. Each step burns, the fire eating away at my flesh as the arrow moves with my legs, slowly ripping more of my skin.
Harsh laughter echoes through the ruins, piercing my eardrums, pounding against my skin. The unsteady thump of my stumbling steps thunders against the crumbling buildings, bouncing back against the rusted iron frames.
The cities skeletons cast shadows along the cracked street, patterning the road in mangled shapes. Rusted lamp posts lay across the road their bases rusted and eaten away. The wires, long since tarnished, glint through their thin plastic covers, reaching towards the sky like broken fingers. The heads lay against the asphalt, their faces nothing but shattered glass, their bodies intercepting each other like teeth. Rusty metal bones tower over me, their bricked skin long since withered away leaving nothing but the bare insides of the buildings people once came to ogle. Massive slabs of stone and pavement that were torn up and thrown lay in piles; the sickly yellow grass that has broken through the blacktop in the streets grows wildly among the broken stone.
I bunch my legs and leap over the first stone heap, stumbling as my feet make contact on the other side. My thigh burns as the arrowhead buries further into my skin. It bobs at the impact slicing my flesh.
Wind screams through the buildings, making the bodies of the ancient metal squeal as they sway.
The sun reflects against the glass, the rays glinting against the pane and casting burst of bright light against the dying city.
Screams erupt, scraping the silence like glass on skin. Their pleas dig themselves inside my brain, burrowing deep in my mind.
Then the gun shot rings, the blast bursting through the still air and capturing the victims' last words in nothing but a gurgled mess.
Panic fills my lungs like water, choking me from the inside and drowning me in fear. My legs give out from underneath me, sending me flying against the concrete. Stone imbed themselves in my skin, ripping at my flesh as I skid.
Pain blooms under my eyes as blood drips from my nose and along my teeth, making me spit against the metallic tang that runs along my tongue. Heat flares against my raw skin, slowing engulfing my body in a crippling pain. The stones that found home in my flesh scrape against the asphalt as I push up to my knees and lean around to grab the arrow. I hold my breath against the pain, feeling the blade as it tugs on muscle before slowly slipping from my skin.
I grasp for air as I throw the arrow to the side, the head scraping along the stone as it skids away. My palms burn, the skin hanging away from where it was torn from my palms, I wince as I brush them against the roughness of my pants.
I press my hands against the ground and force myself to stand. My hands shake as I untie the piece of leather from around my waist and retie it around my upper thigh.
The heat from the sun burns against my skull, crisping my skin, and blistering my eyes as I turn and look around me. I blink past the tears that rapidly fill my sockets, my body's way of desperately trying to cool them and try to focus on my surrounding and not the pain that is my body.
The sound of heavy clad feet rumble close by and my heart misses a beat, painfully throbbing in my chest. I force myself to limp across the street and over a rusted street sign away from the middle of the street.
The doors to an old movie theatre stand open, the once polished woods hangs rotting on rusted hinges, the handles hanging by old screws and singing gently back and forth, their desperate squeal grating against my ears . The sign above the entrance is cloaked in a thick layer of black grime, the once light up sign gapes with holes and broken plastic letters that once told the Coming Soons'. Black ash lays the ticket booth, the lush colours faded from time and weather, the glass barrier smashed, along with all the poster display cases, that now house nothing but rotting paper.
Gunshots rain through the air, the metallic echo of the bullets as they embed themselves in the iron bones that tower around us. I push my feet against the ground and throw myself into the darkness of the theatre. Glass digs into my legs through my pants, sending shocks of stinging pain through my body as I drag myself farther away from the light and further into the darkness.
The carpet is thick with moisture and mould, the fabric squishes under the weight of my body, leaking like a wound and soaking my pants. Bodies lay strew throughout the lobby, their corpses bloated like balloons filled with water. Sunken eyes stare back into mind, their eye colour white-d out, just like mine. Mouth hang in silent screams, their tongues filling their mouths completely. I gag on the smell, their death hanging heavily in the air, a blanket coating my lungs.
Feet pound on the ground, their boots crushing the glass, grinding it to dust.
"Where the fuck did she go?" one of my hunter snarls to another.
"Shut the fuck up, I'm trying to listen" growls another.
Silence engulfs us all, freezing my movements.
I feel the tiny claws dig into my pants as something crawls over my leg its tail swishing against my arm, the boney length wrapping around my skin. I bite my lip against the scream that builds in my throat as its teeth begin to bite at my pants, pulling at the strands of the tough fabric. I feel it's teeth as it digs into skin, jolting me at the shock of pain. I feel my foot hit something hard and send it flying across the lobby, crashing to the floor with a metallic ring. I bite my scream into my arm as I smack at the creature on my lap hearing it squeal as it lands away from me with a sickening thump.
"Did you hear that?" hisses someone, their voices moving closer.
The hard thump of steel toed boots hitting pieces of concrete moves closer to the theatre doors and I pull myself father in – ignoring the pain in my thigh – until I hit something hard, the concession stand. Keeping the door in my sight I run my fingers along the floor, my hands sliding over broken glass.
Shadowed silhouettes of two figures loom in the doorway.
"Dude, if you think I am going in there again, you're out of your fucking mind" says someone.
"I heard something" says the other.
"Then you go in there" says the first guy.
"Get Edward, he has a working flash light" says the second guy. The second figure turns on his heels and runs in the other direction, his boots pounding against the stone.
"I know you are in there" he sings. "Don't worry sweets; we are going to take good care of you."
I skim my fingers of the shards of glass, my fingers tracing the jagged edges.
"Why don't you just come out here, and we'll make sure we take extra care with you" his body hangs just out in the little, the gun hangs loosely in his grip, the barrel pointed down.
"Not 'fraid of the dark are you?" I taunt as my finger curl around the wider end of the glass shard.
His jaw pulses, as his teeth grind together. His boot crunches against the glass as he steps forward. "It's not me who should be afraid, Darkie" he mocks, his boots standing at the threshold.
"And yet, you're the one shaking" I say, my legs quivering as I push myself up using the concession stand as leverage.
"Dark won't stop a bullet."
"You'll need to see me to shot me, or do you need a flash light for that?" I mock as I slide along the counter away from the door.
"I can see without light, Darkie" he sneers.
"Not as well as I can" I whisper as I sink back into pure blackness.
The man steps in the darkness flooding his body and blacking his out from the world. I watch as his pupils dilate, trying to take in as much light as they can as he walks blinding through the theatre lobby. His hands aren't outstretched but he stumbles every other step, his movements slow, unsure.
I step around a decomposing body and walk slowly towards him, stalking him, as he did me, not even minutes before.
The shard of glass in my hand is cuts into my palm as I clench my hand in anger as I watch one of my captures fail helplessly in the dark.
Not so much fun is it.
I walk up to him until I am almost right beside him. He foot nudges a corpses head and it squishes against his foot. He gulps and turns to look at the light in the doorway that's nothing but a square of light from the theatre hallway that he managed to manoeuvre.
He's breathing unevenly, his chest raising and falling as he gulps for air. His tongue runs over his dry lips as he whips his head back and forth.
"Tsk tsk," I say clucking my tongue at him.
He jerks his head to one side.
"Didn't your mother tell you to never go out in the dark?" I ask sweetly, my mouth close to his ear.
He turns around quickly, his eyes wide as he squeezes the trigger of his pistol, the bullet sparks as it leaves the barrel, momentarily lighting us up.
I feel the heat of the bullet wiz past my cheek and the burst of white light burns my eyes. I hiss, my eyes watering.
I twist the glass in my hand, curling my fingers around the wide end and stabbing the shard into his hand making him drop the gun. It clatters to the ground, the carpet muffling the sound and I kick it away.
"I hate guns" I breathe at him and twist the glass, making him cry out and swipe at me.
I duck and withdraw the glass quickly, readjusting my grip, I plunge it into the side of his neck, the point nicking tendons and his wind pipe as it sinks deeper into his flesh. I watch as his eyes go wide, the whites shining in the darkness. His mouth opens, a river of blood pouring over his white lips, he sputters, the blood spraying and hitting my face. I twist the glass, the blood spurts as I cut the artery. It gushes over my hand and down my arm. I pull it out and watch as his heart pumps the blood, making it spray out and coat my shirt.
I slash his throat, and watch as blood pours from the wound and runs down his chest. He clutches himself and gurgles helplessly. His knees give out and he falls, his body wobbling as he hit the ground.
I shudder as I look down at the body and then at myself. Bile rises in my throat, threatening to capture me. I push it down and move towards the light.
The first burst of sunlight burns my retinas, making my eyes water and I let out a painful moan as I run through the street, closing my eyes against the pain.
The sound of pounding boots echoes in my head, all around my mind and I force myself to open my eyes, to a blurry world.
Nothing is as clear as it is when it's dark.
"Where the hell is, Riley?" roars one of the hunters from somewhere behind me.
"Fucking hell!" yells the other and I can't help it: a laugh of pure menace escapes my chapped lips.
xxx
I've heard the stories of how life wasn't always like it is now.
The elders talk about a time when our kind didn't exist. When everyone saw in the light, and were blinded in the dark. They would talk of places off across the waters, exotic forests and towering hills.
Of times when we weren't always afraid of what walked in the sunlight. Things aren't like that anymore.
The Day Walkers hunt us like game. Trapping us, kidnapping us, than setting us free again just to shoot us down. They raid the Dark World cities, breaking through our gates and traveling underground to take people they think won't be missed.
Just like they took me.
I remember the sounds, the screams the shattered the silence in our housing complex and froze my heart in its frantic beats.
I remember the pain, the wooden door splintering as it was shot down, and the lights that flooded the room, burning me.
I remember the fear, the way they poured through the broken threshold, masks pulled tightly over their faces. Guns pointed at me, lights taped to each barrel.
I remember the heat, the way they pushed the hot metal of the pistol against my throat, and pulled my hair, wrapping my thick roped braid around their hand and jerking me forwards.
I remember how they pushed my forwards, my knees buckling under me and falling out from under my weight, and sending me skidding across the stone floors.
The rough hands that grabbed me, yanking my arms up and pulling me forwards, knocking my knees against the ground.
The canvas that rubbed my face raw as they pulled it over my head and tightened it around my burned throat.
The gloved hands that covered my mouth, stopping any scream that might have found its way up my throat.
The rope that wrapped around my wrists, the rough cord biting into the skin and breaking flesh.
The way I cried out against the hand that stayed firmly placed over my canvas covered lips, my eye open against the bag.
I remember the sounds of her screams as she cried; the sound of flesh smacking flesh, the sickening slap of a body hitting the ground and then silence, the ringing that drilled against my skull as the sound of heavy breathing bounced against the walls.
Then nothing at all.
xxx
The smell of gunpowder laces the air, coating my throat as I move through the city. Bodies lay bloated and rotting in piles, their mouths open in the screams that were tore from their lips at their death. White-d eyes pushing against their sockets stare forward at the crumbling brick of the alley that I pass through.
My feet throb as I push my body through the mouth of the alley, and through the empty street.
Screams of anger roar through the skeleton-like city, wrapping around me like the claws of a starved beast, cutting of my short amount of air and blinding me with panic.
I feel my feet begin to slide across the concrete before my feet slip out from underneath me and spend my body skidding across the heated pavement.
The rugged blacktop scratches at my already ruined flesh, dragging stone fingers across my skin. My legs sprawl out around me, the flesh of my hands ripping away and stinging as my body stops moving.
Pain rushes over my body, consuming me in blazing waves of throbbing. I bite my tongue against the wails of pain that build against my throat and force myself to sit up. My arms shake as I push my back onto my shins, resting my backside against my feet.
I stare at my pants, black with blood.
My lungs seize and my head spins.
My hands shake as I lift them from my thighs.
Blood on snow, my pale hands glisten crimson, slowly dripping from my ripped skin and down my bloodied arms. I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand and pull it back to stare at the black-red smear the now mars my skin.
My body shakes as I look at the street around me, my breathing laboured and broken. The pavement glints a dark crimson in the setting sun, almost black.
Bodies lay strewn across the street, bodies of people I grew up with, massacred, stomach ripped open, throats cut, faces cut beyond recognition, their lives slowly leaking from their shells and painting the road red.
The scream that leaks from my lips is strangled, the sound sticking to my throat and dying. Tears burn my eyes, staining the world as they drop from my lids and run down my blood tainted skin.
xxx
Angela's body lies with three other women from our complex.
Her brown hair matted to her forehead as her white-d eyes stare at the ground, stare at nothing.
My legs shake as I kneel down beside her, my arms barely holding my weight as I press them against the ground for support.
Her arms lay beside her, her legs bent at the knee lay to the side of her, her head lolled against her shoulder, her back pushed against the wall.
Her blood stains the brick behind her, three ragged holes line the bloodied stone where the bullets made home after ripping through her stomach. Smeared lines lead from where she was standing down to the ground when she slid down.
Her wrists are sliced from the ropes they tied as with, the blood dark and crusted over.
I brush my trembling fingers against her cheek, the tips coming way bloody.
I watch the sunlight play with the colours, making my stomach clench as the blood transforms in front of my eyes.
I press my palms to the pavement and clench my fingers, pulling them into fists. My lips tremble, my vision blurs as the tears pool under my lids.
Footsteps pound behind me, their steel toed boots crushing against the stone streets and pounding against my head.
My heart skips a painful beat before pumping fear through my system. My muscles ache for me to move. But everything feels heavy like my veins are lined with lead.
The sound of the shot gun cocking behind my head pulses against my brain. It echoes through the barren city– the sound of the bullet being pushed into the barrel. My body screams for me to move, to try and survive, but everything feels locked in place with the bullet.
"Turn over, Darkie" a masculine voice drawls behind me. When I don't move they press the back of the gun against my head, butting me forwards before stepping around and turn me over with their boot.
Dark green eyes stare at me, framed with dark lashes set in an angry scowl. A tanned face with sharp cheeks, with coppered hair and full lips pressed tightly together stare down at me, all wrapped together with a shotgun pointed at my forehead and his finger dancing on the trigger.
I must have looked like the complete contrast to this boy. With my pale eyes, pale skin and dark hair we looked exactly what we were, night and day.
My throat tightens and the scream that tries to break free from me gets caught inside.
He smiles at my fear.
Anger boils in my stomach as I look from him to Angela. Her eyes staring at the blood covered street. Fury rises up my throat, tearing at the tightness and leaving a metallic tang through my mouth as an animalistic growl brakes past my lips, ripping against my teeth.
"Everyone always says that Darkie are stupid, but I never believed it until I saw your pathetic ass snivelling over some dead body right back where you started" his accent thickens his words. He shakes his head at me and I glare up at him.
"Go to hell" I hiss, my chest raising and falling quickly as I draw in deep breaths.
"Typical" he shakes his head again "so rude." He pushes the shotgun harder against my forehead, making the metal press deep into my skin. "Savage" he spits. "Pa always used to say you were no better than the animals we train."
"You always listen to your dad?" I spit at him.
"If I did, I'd be dead already, darlin'" he drawls and an evil smile spreading across his tanned face.
I stare at him taking in his toned body and tall stance. "I'm not your darling" I say without emotion.
The boy shifts to the side and the little sunlight that's left shines right into my face, I cry out in pain, twisting away from the heat, and the shotgun, it falls from my head and press against my throat.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did that hurt?" he asks, sarcasms lacing his words.
"Bastard" I spit.
The boy grabs my shoulder and yanks me up and away from Angela.
I try and lunge away from him but his hand tightens around my shoulder and pressing down. Pain licks against my mind, making everything blur.
I blink furiously trying to clear my eyesight before I kick out at him. My heel makes contact with his shin, but he doesn't sway. He hisses at the pain but doesn't stop moving.
My captor doesn't bother to look where he steps as he walks among the corpses. I hear the sickening crunch as his boot grinds into the neck of a young man.
I feel my stomach lurch and I struggle harder.
"Let me go!" I screech, my voice echoing through the ruins.
"Hey Edward, did you find her?" calls someone from a block away. I whimper yank at my shoulder.
He doesn't even seem to notice.
"Yeah, huggin' some girl's body" he calls out. I look up at him to see he's smiling a little. Like my pain is hilarious.
But then again, to him it probably is.
Edward pulls me along as we head towards the voice.
We round a block and come face to face with six more boys. All very tanned and very toned. I tug on my shoulder again, my muscles screaming against the motion.
"Stop that" he hisses.
A tall boy with hair so black it looks blue walks up to us and picks up a piece of my long dark hair, now loose from its braid and matted with blood.
I lunge forward with all my body weight and try to grab him with my free arm. He jumps back and Edward pulls me back, snapping my body and grabs my free arm, yanking it back to the other.
"She's hot, for a Darkie, although that skin is a total turn off" says the Black-Haired Kid as he eyes my white skin.
"Touch me again and there will be nothing left to turn on" I hiss and lunge against Edward's hold.
"Nothing I haven't seen before" drawls Edward from behind me like I'm not even here. "Now quit messin' and help me, Jake."
Black-Haired Kid's or Jake's eyes roam over my body again before he walks around me and takes my hands from Edward.
I feel the heat from his body press against my back as he stands behind me.
The rest of the boys are all leering at me, their eyes so angry they burn.
Acidic fear burns in my throat.
Oh my God, are they going to take turns beating me to death?
"She's scared" says Jake and they all laugh. Then to me he says "You know, you where the only one to survive, the only one to ever survive this long actually" he stops inhales deeply. I stiffen and curl my hands into fists.
Edward is looking at me funny, his eyes staring at mine. His dark into my pale. I blink at him and he frowns before turning away to look at everyone else.
"We need to move." says Edward and when no one moves he snaps "Now" and Jake tightens his hands around my wrists and pushes me forward.
"Wait, we can't just take her back" hisses some boy.
"What would you suggest?" asks Edward raising an eyebrow at him and folding his thick ropey covered arms across his chest.
"Kill her, no one would ever suspect one survived, they wouldn't know the difference."
"She survived, we have to take her back" snaps Edward and the other suddenly finds the broken pavement extremely interesting. "And then they'll kill her" they laugh.
I glare at him.
"We have to go, it's getting dark" says Jake and pushes me forward to make me walk.
I look up at the sky and meet the eyes of the moon. The pale whiteness that has begun to cast the bright world into darkness.
I sigh as the pain from the sun begins to fade away slowly, draining away like a poison.
Nowadays it gets dark so fast one second it's bright and then next its pitch black.
The shadows dance along the broken buildings casting eerie faces across the landscape.
I whip my head around and take in my surroundings. Concrete and pavement chunks are piled all over the ground, with road signs and posts littering the ground. I smile slightly as I watch the Day Walkers fumble around me.
I look around to Jake and smile.
He sucks in a breath as my eye reflect the moons light.
"I just love the dark, don't you?" my fear draining away with the pain.
"I hate it" he says spits as Edward clicks on a flashlight.
"That's because you live in fear of what you cannot see" I say and turn back to look around.
"Fear is for the weak" he says and I chuckle.
I shake my head and turn to watch Edward swing the light around like a sword swiping cleanly through the darkness, the muscles in his back tensing with each swing.
"Don't you think you're wasting the light, using it like that?" I nod towards Edward even though I know Jake can't see me.
We pass under an overpass the arch of the road above crumbling around us, chunks of the road sitting in the middle of the street as we follow the old highway away from the ruins.
"Not in the least" he says.
"It'll go out eventually."
"Then we'll get another" he shrugs.
"That's wasting a resource you may not have forever" I say and watch the light. "And honestly, think about it, you have your time of day and I have mine. We don't bring darkness when you have your light, so why should you bring light when we have our darkness?" I ask and look behind me again.
"Your logic is fucked" he says and I scowl.
"I'm not afraid of you" I state turning to stare at the stars as they twinkle above us.
I don't fear Day Walkers at night, they should fear me.
"Nor am I of you" says Jake confidently.
"Then you're stupider then I thought."
Jake twists my arms and that ends our conversation.
The group veers to the left and we walk onto a ramp and up on another overpass.
The stars wink against the dark canvas, staring down at us as we walk the dark roads.
The road beneath our feet is crumbling in spots. Gaping holes leading back down to the pavement underneath us line the road in a random pattern.
I cock my head to the side and watch Edward ahead of me, wondering if he knows.
"Stay in a line, the holes have gotten worse" he shouts.
Guess he does.
"You don't need to lead me" I say to the whole group and some laugh. "I can see perfectly fine."
"Sorry, darlin', that's a good trick but there is no way we are letting you walk around freely, we all saw Riley" Edwards voice is softer when he speaks of the boy I killed.
"I'm not your darling" I mutter and flick my head to the side to fling my hair out of my eyes.
"Hey, watch it" spits Jake as some of my hair hits him in the face.
"Oops." I shrug.
We walk single file along the side of the bridge. I watch as a boys' foots slips the odd time when the holes have gotten too big. They walk with their hands planted on the guard rail and their other out to their side, their heads down and watching their feet.
Soon I feel the road begin to slope and we walk down and off the road. I bite my lip to try and stop the smile that threatens to stretch across my lips as they led me into the towering forest and onto a small path that leads to their cities.
Stupid Day Walkers, I shake my head. They really should have blind folded me.
We walk through the forest, gigantic tress bordering the path; thick canopies of moss hang from the branches like curtains.
I watch the Day Walkers as they stumble along the uneven path away until we reach a clearing, no more than an hour in. They spread out, dropping their bags and turning to go off to the trees that boarder the wide open space.
"Take the Darkie and lock her up" shouts Edward tossing the flashlight to Jake as he pulls on my wrists and pushes me toward a massive tree.
"You know" I say and look behind me "as much as I love being called the Darkie, I do have a name."
Jake chuckles, "And you what me to know this because?" he asks.
"Well would you like it if I called you Moronic Pig? Or Dumbass?" I ask sweetly.
He grunts.
"I didn't think so. So my name's Bella" I say.
"Jake" he says and pushes me again.
A pair of chains and shackles hang from the trunk, the cuffs a rusted metal. .
Jake crouches beside me and pins my hands over my head to snap the cuffs around my wrist. I slide down the trunk and sit on dirt covered ground.
"You know, not to be a nuisance or anything but isn't this a little middle ages?" I ask holding up my shackled wrists. "It is 2199 after all."
"Be thankful we aren't tying ropes around you and bounding you to a bed" he smiles, but it's not a nice smile. "Someone might take advantage of you then" he winks at me, making my skin crawl.
"My skin is to pale remember? It's a total turn off" I mock him.
"Your eyes make up for the lack of a tan" he sneers at me.
I say nothing and look towards the forest.
Jake sits down in front of me, too far for me to touch him and says "I have never seen your colour before, it's almost purple."
"Congratulations, you know your colours" I hiss at him.
He leans forward and grabs my chin, tilting my head up and shinning the light into my eyes so the colour reflects.
I hiss and close them against the pain. "Fucking bastard" I spit, my eyes burning. I jerk my face out of his hands and squeeze them tightly.
"A simple thanks is all that's needed" his smile doesn't hold any but malice.
"Sorry, all I've got is a 'fuck you', will that do?" I mumble shaking my head before looking back up at him. "Then again" I pause "maybe I guess I should be saying thanks. I was after all always taught to take a compliment from a man instead of breaking his wrist. 'It'll help with our breeding' was what my mom always said." I lean forward against the chains. "You see, we're a dying breed, so sad isn't it?" I ask, cocking my head to the side. "We won't last much longer, another couple generations then that's it for us. But I guess that would make you happy" he opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off "although, I guess if we were to all die out you'd have no more fun hunts with your buddies, eh? Pissing competitions can't be as entertaining as killing a Darkie, right?" I clench my fists.
"I don't know-"
"Get the fuck away from me" I lean back and stare at him, my eyes flashing, watching as he pushes himself up and walks away.
My fists ache as I loosen them, my fingers cramped and white from the lack of blood. I rub my wrist underneath the dirty cuffs, trying to rub the pain that flares each time they rub against my skin. My thigh throbs from the arrow wound, along with my hand and arm, now scabbed over and crusting with dried blood.
I move my head from side to side trying to loosen the tendons in my neck before flexing my fingers and twisting my ankles around.
I close my eyes and pull my knees up to my stomach. I lay my throbbing head on them and breathe deeply through my nose.
Angela's eyes stare at me from behind my eye lids. Her face creased as she screams for me to run. Her bloodied face as she pushes me forward and away from her towards the deeper parts of the city. Her eyes as she stared at me when they pulled the bags off our heads. The last time I would ever talk to her.
"Bella" she whispers, her hand wrapping around mine. "Don't let them get you" she murmurs.
"They won't" I mumble back to her "neither of us." I squeeze her hand as some of them move around us, cutting the ropes while the others point guns in our direction.
"You have to promise" she rushes out.
"They won't get us Ang" I mumble as Day Walkers move around us.
"Promise" she hisses, her hand crushing mine.
"I promise, alright?"
They move away from us and stand in a line their weapons raised.
"You have two minutes to move the fuck along and try and hide" shouts one of them, they all cock their firearms.
My heart stops before picking up and pumping adrenaline through my veins. I scramble up, holding Angela's hand tightly in mine and pull her away from the death line.
"Bella" says Angela, pulling her hand but I hold tightly."Bella, you have to let go." I shake my head.
"We have to stick together" I say, pulling her through an alleyway.
"No Bella" she pulls her hand free and stops. "Only one of us if going to make it" my feet stumble and I turn to look at her.
"I promised they wouldn't get us." I say reaching for her hand again.
"No" she shakes her head and steps away from me "you promised you wouldn't let them get you."
"Angela" my voice shakes "What are you doing?" she backs away from me and back towards the death line.
"You're going to live Bella" she smiles "don't let them get you." I run towards her but she pushes me away from her. "goddamn it Bella, run!"
I hear the guns explode around us, and the inhuman cries as the bullets find purchase within flesh.
I step towards her again but she puts her hand up "You promised" she turns and runs back.
Back to her death.
I stare after her, a scream caught in my throat as the bullets rain against the silence of the city.
Her cries echo through the metallic graveyard, making the iron bones tremble and quake around me.
I hear their steps coming towards me and my lungs catch the air, stopping it in my throat.
I force myself to turn away from Angela and run.
They're coming.
A/N: So I know I already have stories on the go, but this popped into my head and I had to get it down.
I'm not sure if I'm going to continue it, it really depends on what feedback I get.
As always, thanks for reading. And send me a little review.
Massive hugs.
Also, I have a blog where I'll be posting previews for stories I'm writing, so if you want to check it out the URL is:
www(dot)escapingtown(dot)blogspot(dot)com
the preview for my other story Tomorrow's Gone has been posted there :)
