Author's Note: Here's a teaser for a story I plan to get to once I get finished with a few complete works. No real spoilers for anything. Said people in this teaser will be revealed soon enough.
With a shaky breath, she held onto the wall, easing herself by both figures. One was lying unresponsive on the ground, the other: kneeling over. Both figures were cloaked by the shadows.
The young woman wanted to check and see if both people were alright, though deep in the pit of her stomach her instincts were telling her not to.
She had just barely passed by the figures, until the kneeling one moved to look at her. It was a woman, her features seemed almost lifeless, and her face was thin, revealing the bones of her eye sockets underneath her pale skin. Her face was coated in blood, sending chills down the girl's spine.
The woman didn't look human, and opened her mouth to only make a low groaning before slowly getting to her feet. She gasped, backing away from the sickly woman, turning on her heel to run. There was no one in sight, and she wondered what happened to everyone. The streetlights lit the way as the girl hurried down the sidewalk, and the sick lady was still in pursuit.
"Stay back, go away – leave me alone!" the girl screamed at the woman. She wasn't listening, and the horrified girl feared she would end up like the figure lying on the ground. She soon tripped, sliding to the ground as the woman tried to attack her.
A gunshot rang through the dimly lit alley, and the woman slumped down onto the frightened girl. She shoved the dead woman off of her, trying to get to her feet to see where her savior was. She faced away, looking at the sidewalk as she pushed herself up slowly with both hands.
She heard the sound of heels clacking down the cement, and something cold was pressed into the back of her head.
"Don't fucking move." a female voice demanded abruptly.
The girl gasped lightly, squeezing her eyes shut. Her cheeks were hot, and a few tears slid down them. "P-please, I don't know what's going on—" she pleaded.
"Were you bit?"
"What?" the girl hesitated.
"Answer the question: were you fucking bit?!"
There was another click, like the sound of a pistol being pulled back. The girl was even more petrified now. That was it; she was going to die there. And she was only in town that night after a wrestling show.