chapter title: run, run, run as fast as you can
summary: —in which she runs, stumbles, and falls until he finds her.
disclaimer: bleach belongs to tite kubo
Her blood pounds in her ears as she runs, her breaths coming out in short gasps and her heart ramming against her rib cage in an uncontrollable beat. She has been running a long time now, hours maybe, though in reality it has been less. It has been minutes, probably even seconds since she has begun running for her life.
The only thing she knows for certain is that it has been far too long.
Her legs feel numb, her body is responding slower to her commands with every passing moment; her thoughts becoming more and more muddled and foggy. She is in a state of confusion, unable to fully grasp what she is doing beyond fleeing. Nothing in her brain is working the way it should be.
Pain is the only thing she can still feel and understand; bruises mar her body, visible in every part of her exhausted body. A wound is bleeding freely through the side of her already sweat soak shirt. The blood drips on to the floor as she runs, leaving a red trial behind her. But still, she continues to run and press forward her unresponsive body because the only thing she has to do right now is run, and keep on running.
She knows that running is only making it worse for her and easier for them because they can follow her through scent alone. She just has to get away though, away from those disgusting rotting creatures whose skin peels off in chunks and who radiate the smell of dead flesh. Just remembering the sight and the unbearable stench makes her want to throw up.
She has to find a way to escape this madness before she loses her sanity.
A shout of shock and pain escapes her lips as she finds herself falling, she is barely able to throw her arms out to catch herself before she slams into the cement ground.
Tears escape her eyes as she tries her best to stand, so she can begin to run again, but she cannot. She fails to suppress the pained sob that leaves her mouth. Her leg is useless, falling on broken glass is not helping her escape her current situation. The glass has torn through her jeans and into her leg, leaving a gash that runs down the side of her calf, she has also managed to fall and twist her ankle in a way that has left it throbbing in pain.
Looking up, she sees a chain-link fence, which adds to her growing list of misfortunes. There is no way she is going to be able to run or climb it.
She has to face the facts: she will get caught, she will get turned into a monster, and she has extremely bad luck. That fact alone should have been enough for her to give up a long time ago, but she has not because she is still hopeful that her bad luck streak would end.
As she lays on the floor, her long hair spilling over her, she buries her face into her arms as sobs of pain and tears frustration take over. She weeps because of all the trouble and suffering she has endured to survive, only to end up dead anyway. And then she stills, sniffling, trying to suppress her crying and sobbing because she can't give up and she will not give up.
She might be weak at times, she knows she has not had the best life ever, and that luck is never on her side most of the time but has not given up once.
She will never give up.
She will run and fight to have her chance at survival, just the same as everyone else.
Pushing her upper body up, she maneuvers her hurt leg carefully so that she will not inflict any more damage to it. She grunts in pain as she limps her way to the chain-link fence in front of her, she grabs on to the first link when she hears it.
The sound of metal crashing against the walls of the alley she is in, coupled with the sound of multiple feet dragging along. That sound is enough to make her freeze, to make her eyes grow wide in panic, and to make her fear rocket unbelievably. That same fear though, is the one that pushes her forward to continue attempting to climb the fence.
"Please," she begs, almost sobbing "Please, somebody, anybody…please just help me…save me."
She screams and kicks when multiple hands try to pull her down from the fence she is climbing. The hands manage to wrap around her damaged leg and pull her down slamming her into the floor.
They claw at her, pull at her hair, tear at her clothes, each trying to rip the flesh from her body for themselves. She can smell and hear more of them coming and she shrieks, screams, and cries trying to escape.
They do not like the noise she is making or the struggle she is putting up in order not to get bitten, so they do the only thing they can think of doing.
They slam her face against the concrete ground until she quiets down.
She can feel the blood running down her face, and her consciousness starting to slip away.
She recoils in surprise when the head of a mindless monster is blown to pieces. The sound of a gun still resounding in her ears; that is all she hears before finally letting the pain fade away her senses. She blacks out to the sound of a lone gun, and the sight of the undead being blown into bloody pieces around her.
The last thing she sees is the tall silhouette of a man on the roof, a shotgun carelessly thrown over his shoulder.
Thank …you…
endnote: soooo, what do you think? of this?…of me?…but mostly of that thing, you just finished reading.
edit: 02182013