Her Trail…
There was this woman that I remember, and I can't shake it. I can't quite remember what she looked like, but she smelled so nice. By now it hurt to walk, but the pain didn't bother me. I kept on after this woman, I didn't want to let her get away in this den of filth. It must have taken me an hour, but I came around the gates of a monumental building and stood in front of its hard double doors. Try as I did, I could not claw them open. Beside me lay a man all covered in death, his face was drowned in a large puddle of red. Finding the doors impassable, I walked to a pile of construction materials and laid myself down behind them. Nausea had seemed to overcome me, and the world seemed to spinning like a spiral.
When I awoke, her scent was there. Getting up, quite a hard task, it was harder to see. I made my way out of the pile of metal beams and pipes I had somehow gotten behind, and noticed the dead man was gone. The pool his face was buried in had turned black. The moaning of everyone was very loud now. Walking out of the gates, it seemed like everyone in the city filled the streets. They were all putrid looking, and their smell diluted her's. I shuffled into them, trying to find out where she had gone. The crowd led me, and I could not escape it until the mass of them had finally filled up an alleyway. But her scent had been getting stronger the entire trip, and now I could smell her and others like her. They were all in this building, and I could lights on behind closed blinds. We wanted in to meet these people.
Suddenly the crowd was pouring into the window and tearing at the door. Their moans grew hungrier, and I heard piercing noises inside. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. I couldn't get inside, too many were trying to fit into the door. Someone much different than the people in this city suddenly fell out of the window and ran past me. Bang, someone beside me fell down as they tried to touch him. He ran out of the alley, and I turned my attention back to the door.
Kaboom… all the people trying to fit into the door suddenly had their intestines explode out their backs. They all fell down at once, some of them still writhing to grab her heels as she stepped out of the door. She was beautiful and untouched by this disease, and there were so many things that I wanted from her. They all made me hungrier as I stumbled as fast as I painfully could forward. But now she was raising something at me. What? No.
Kaboom.
I felt bees sting their way through my arm. I looked down and another person was a bloody mess beside my quivering forearm on the pavement. I had stopped moving toward her, and now I was staring helplessly as she readied her gun to finish me off like all the rest. Something in her face changed. I was only fifteen.