The sound of a gun being fired startles me awake.
Something’s wrong.
I lay in bed a few moments more, too afraid to move. But then, when that gun fires again, I’m rolling out from under the covers, bare feet slapping against the wooden floor. I move with a single-minded purpose now, heading towards the door of my room. Twisting the knob, I push it open and poke my head out.
Across the hall, Derek is mirroring my movements, a single finger pressed against his lips. He closes the door with well practiced ease, reaching a hand out to me. I grab a hold of him, feeling the warmth of his palm slide into mine. In that moment I know that everything will be alright. Derek always knows what to do.
He pulls me down the hallway, both of us dodging …show more content…
After a few moments I break out into a sprint, practically colliding into the ground when I reach Emerson. Her entire chest is a bloody mess. One of the monsters long canines had embedded themselves into her leg, right at the knee. I look down, but have to look away.
There’s so much blood.
Emerson gurgles, her throat torn and ragged and bleeding. “… ruh… ruh… run... Elle. Go… n… now.” Even as she speaks, tremors start raking her body. Warm blood soaks into the knees of my pajama pants. I run a shaky hand through her hair, feeling a mix of sweat and slime and blood.
“Don’t leave me, Em.” I whisper. “I don’t want to be alone…”
I search for her hand, clutching it tight to my chest.
“Elle…”
I know that the monsters poison hurts. I’ve seen the effects. This time, with Emerson, is different. She won’t die from the bite. She’ll die from blood loss. And I think… I think that’s better. She herself told me that she never wanted to die from a bite. She’s getting her wish, now.
“Ruh… run.”
Emerson’s body convulses, her mouth opening in a silent scream. Her eyes are cloudy, unfocused. Her chest rises and falls slower and slower until it doesn't anymore. The hand I am holding grows limp and
Something’s wrong.
I lay in bed a few moments more, too afraid to move. But then, when that gun fires again, I’m rolling out from under the covers, bare feet slapping against the wooden floor. I move with a single-minded purpose now, heading towards the door of my room. Twisting the knob, I push it open and poke my head out.
Across the hall, Derek is mirroring my movements, a single finger pressed against his lips. He closes the door with well practiced ease, reaching a hand out to me. I grab a hold of him, feeling the warmth of his palm slide into mine. In that moment I know that everything will be alright. Derek always knows what to do.
He pulls me down the hallway, both of us dodging …show more content…
After a few moments I break out into a sprint, practically colliding into the ground when I reach Emerson. Her entire chest is a bloody mess. One of the monsters long canines had embedded themselves into her leg, right at the knee. I look down, but have to look away.
There’s so much blood.
Emerson gurgles, her throat torn and ragged and bleeding. “… ruh… ruh… run... Elle. Go… n… now.” Even as she speaks, tremors start raking her body. Warm blood soaks into the knees of my pajama pants. I run a shaky hand through her hair, feeling a mix of sweat and slime and blood.
“Don’t leave me, Em.” I whisper. “I don’t want to be alone…”
I search for her hand, clutching it tight to my chest.
“Elle…”
I know that the monsters poison hurts. I’ve seen the effects. This time, with Emerson, is different. She won’t die from the bite. She’ll die from blood loss. And I think… I think that’s better. She herself told me that she never wanted to die from a bite. She’s getting her wish, now.
“Ruh… run.”
Emerson’s body convulses, her mouth opening in a silent scream. Her eyes are cloudy, unfocused. Her chest rises and falls slower and slower until it doesn't anymore. The hand I am holding grows limp and