The run to Shanghai was cold, but Clark couldn't tell. What was it about Lana that made him agree to run across the globe for her? Why couldn't he just let her go? Maybe it was because he had known her all his life and had known since he was seven that he loved her, not to mention that he started wishing for her when he was five. It didn't matter, but Lana had a hold on him, and he couldn't escape it.
Lana pulled her blanket up and tucked it under her chin. Why am I so cold? She thought, shivering, where's Clark? She let out a sigh and closed her eyes; she was more scared than ever. Her eyes jumped open and she held her breath in her throat as a loud thud cam from the kitchen. "H-hello?" She called, her voice trembling, "Clark?" Her feet hit the hardwood floor as she stepped out of her bed. She cringed as she realized how cold the floor was to touch. The apartment was quiet, except for the sound of her breathing and the in beat pound of her feet against the floor. She stopped and held her breath again as she heard a low groan come from the other room.
Clark felt lost as he set foot into the city of Shanghai; everybody spoke a language that seemed like gibberish to him, and it was dark, only lit by the streetlights and building lights. He was surprised at the number of people that were out at this time. "Uhm," he motioned to an older woman, walking past. She stopped and eyeballed him, mumbling something to herself in Chinese. "Uhh," he sighed, confused as to how to communicate with her. "I speak English you know," she finally said, smiling. "Oh, I'm sorry," his cheeks flushed as he realized what she had just said. "It's no problem," she smiled, "what're you looking for?" "An apartment, I don't know exactly where it is. Downtown, I think. It's red, my friend lives there, and I want to see her," he explained. "Ooh, she. Is it your girlfriend maybe?" She elbowed Clark twice smiling, "huh?" "Not quite," he smiled back at her. "I'll show you, what's your name?" She asked, her smile falling off her face. "Clark Kent," he said. "Ah," she turned around and began to walk off, Clark followed her reluctantly.
Lana choked on her words as she saw what stood in her kitchen, "C-Clark." The 'person' that was there saw her, and let out a few groans and grunts similar to the ones she had heard earlier. Lana's hand made its way to the vase that sat on her coffee table; she gripped the top and held it up. She launched the vase at the thing and hurried out. She yelled as she saw a wall of people with blood pouring out of the body and their skin lying on the floor, they were dead. They had been eaten. What were these things? She frozen, unable to move, she was too scared.
A searing pain ripped through her body and she screamed as something pierced her shoulder. She fell to the floor, and the one that was in her kitchen fell on top of her. What could she do? She had to do something. I'm not going to die here, she thought, I can't. She felt her eyes begin to flutter open and closed, like the wings of a butterfly. No, stay awake. Clark will be here soon. He will. He always is. You have to hang on, he'll save you. She planted her hand on the floor, her fingers and toes curled in, her hair stood on its ends and she closed her eyes as another thing sunk its teeth into her other shoulder, her eyes shot back open. No, you can't die…you can't die…you can't die…, she repeated these thoughts to herself until she fell into unconsciousness.
