Sydnah's hair stood on end, though it was practically plastered to her neck by the sweat that rolled down it. Her feet crunched loudly over leaves that scuttered about the ground. The town was desolate. Quiet even. And that was what scared her. How long had it been? She bit into her lip lightly, quivering at a red splatter that covered the cobble stone of the rural Connecticut town that she was currently stomping through. My phone...it died two days after the start of all this...then it's been another 3 days...five days? she questioned herself silently, the only sound her tumbling footsteps. She was shivering, even though she felt like it was a million degrees under her thick sweater, jeans and beanie. She wasn't shivering from the weather. It was them. Their screechy voices, dry from a lack of human refreshment, had began to sound from the dilapidated buildings round her. She could hear their feet shattering glass and knocking over various objects as they stumbled her way like drunken men on Saint Patty's day. Though she would of preferred the drunken men.
Her breaths quickened as well as the pace of her heart, silver-blue eyes squinting in the dimming light. Her pace had sped up as well, causing a symphony of crunches from the tumbling leaves. They were running too. Running from the monsters that had come to show their horendous faces to the world. The screeches were louder, as well as the pouding of their uneven steps. Sydnah didn't dare look over her shoulder, keeping her eyes forward despite what she knew lurked behind her. They thirst for the blood like a man would thirst for water. she chuckled darkly, though it was more of a struggled cough than anything. She had broke into a jog and so did her perpatrators, gnashing their jaws together as they sniffed at the air, mocking grins spreading over their faces. They too quickened, reaching out disfigured hands to grab at her hair and clothes. They were too quick. She was too slow.
One slip up and it all goes to hell, doesn't it?
Hands grasped her hair, pulling her back as if she were a horse. She let out a struggled cry of pain, tears welling in her eyes as she fell to the ground. She felt the first bite, the blood that seeped through the wound. She even caught sight of a piece of her vanilla colored sweater, dangling from the mouth of the monsters that had ended her life. She felt the other bites as well, but they seemed to be only dull throbs. Her eyes were beginning to droop, blurring and being filled with dancing black dots. Her screams were muffled by the cotton that had seemed to be stuffed with invisible cotton. They clawed at her insides, letting out screechy cries of delight.
She suffered for their happiness.
Seemed like a familiar feeling.