It wasn't too long ago when I first lost my memory. I encountered a creature of Grimm, it was an Ursa Major. It ravaged throughout the town I was from. It killed mindlessly; women, children... It would of gotten me too, but I was knocked out during the attack. I bet it thought I was dead too. I might as well have been.
When I woke up, all I saw were dead bodies, destroyed buildings and rubble all around me. The coldness of winter embraced me as there was not a soul in sight, or anything I remember for that matter. The only memory I had of my past was the Ursa attack.
I limped around empty, freezing, broken streets for hours trying to find a sense of what just happened.
Who was I? Where was I? Why was I the only one who lived? How did the Ursa get here? Who were my family? How am I going to get help? Where can I warm up?
I plagued my mind with so many questions before I could even answer one of them.
Snarls from across town echoed through the buildings surrounding me. "Shit." I muttered, knowing full well that could only mean one thing, Creatures of Grimm.
Desperately scanning the remains of each building, I quickly assessed which would provide the most cover. I noticed a weapons and dust shop that was in decent condition, then I ran in that direction.
My whole body ached with each footstep. The cold stabbed through the torn clothing I wore. I wanted to collapse, but I wanted to survive even more. Stopping means, dying and I was in no way ready to die yet.
As I raced towards the intersection near the shop, a howl echoed throughout the dead streets. I stopped dead in my tracks only to panic, "Be-Be-Beowulf!" as I slowly turned towards a distant street, I saw the shadows of the fearsome creatures. With my heart pounding against my chest, and the Beowulf growing closer each second, I pressed onward to the shop in hopes of survival.
With each passing second the pack of Beowulf grew closer; rushing and vaulting over rubble, I safely made it to the shop. I grasped the doorknob of the door and proceeded to attempt to open it. The knob wouldn't budge... it was locked.
"Fuck, just my luck." I cursed.
"I'm going to regret this" as I lunged towards the glass window, tackling it, cracking the glass.
The footsteps of the pack grew louder and louder. The snarls and growls filled the streets surrounding me. I needed to hurry or I was going to die. I stepped back, and kicked the window open with a spinning hook kick, shattering the glass and alerting the pack of my location. I briskly jumped through the window, taking cover in the shop.
Rushing to find somewhere to hide, I stumbled over various books, knocked over shelves, shattered dust crystals and a couple weapon boxes. The snarls grew near, and I began to panic. 'I am so dead, I don't even know where I am, or who I am and now I'm going to die alone, and cold' I thought to myself. At this point, I'm not sure I could even go on.
"It's so cold. I can't move."
The subzero wind sent chills throughout my spine. The faint breaths of Grimm surrounded me. I tried hiding my breath, hoping nothing would see me as they stalked around. I haven't been more afraid in my entire life. If the Grimm didn't kill me, the cold surely would.
*thud* *thud*
The footsteps of a Beowulf pack grew closer and closer. They were seconds away from tearing my throat out of my neck, I could feel them as they drew near. The cracks in the snow grew louder, the shuffles grew larger. The streets surrounding had echoes of snarls and howls. Any second could be my last.
Should I try to run with what little energy I had left? Or should I accept the inevitable?
"Fuck it" I cursed under my breath. "This has to end somewhere.."