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Whisper
The darkness is coming, we can't escape. Footsteps in the loam, we run away. It feeds on our terror, as it sinks its teeth in. We are never going home…
The words repeated over and over in Charlie's mind as he ran. He never knew what possessed him to write the song, and now, as unexplainable fear grabbed at him forcing him to run, he wished he hadn't. Claire had been right when she said the lyrics held some whisper of foreboding.
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Charlie ran, towards the scream, towards the group that was gathering on the beach, pushing them aside he stared at what lay in front of him.
Claire's broken, mangled and bloodied corpse.
"No…" he fell to his knees, the sand thick with her blood, soaking his jeans and his top as he gently lifted her from where she lay face down in the sand, into his arms. Her hair was stained a strange pink, her mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes wide with terror…
There was a knife in her back.
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Silent screams in the shadowed trees, breaking, hacking it is coming. Terror in our hearts, we run away, away from each other. We are never going home…
Charlie stared at his hands. They were covered in blood, Claire's blood. He still didn't fully register it; he could feel the blood pounding through his body, in this moment he had never felt so alive, he had never hated it so much.
Blood soaked the sand…
Her mouth open in a silent scream…
Terror filled eyes…
There had been a knife in her back.
Charlie slowly stood from where he squatted on the ground, hidden by bamboo and the leaves of low-hanging tree branches. He walked forward slowly, going in any general direction. He had taken so many twists and turns that he no longer knew where he was. Not that he cared, all he knew was that he had to get away.
"Blood stains the sands as the night carries on, fewer and fewer there are left to run. There is no more hope, it was gone long ago. It is coming, and we think: who will be the next it takes?" Charlie murmured the words he wrote like a mantra, in his mind he could still hear her scream…
There had been a knife in her back.
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He began to run; he could hear it behind him and something urged him to get away, no matter how much he wanted to just curl up and let it get him.
He ran with an un-matched speed, the leaves and branches of trees whizzing by him; he heard a far off scream, a shout, and then there was silence once again; save for the blood pounding in his ears.
There was a light up ahead, and he ran towards it, thinking that it would be his salvation.
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There was a moment when Charlie felt excruciating pain, and then there was nothing. His sight was the first to go; he closed his eyes to seal away the light forever. It hadn't been his salvation. It had been his undoing.
As the last of us goes, the scream stills the air, we realize, we are never going home.
Claire had been right; the words to his song were that of foreboding. His lifeless body hit the already blood-soaked sand, landing with a slight thud next to the already cold corpse of Claire.
There was a knife in his back.
THE END
