Post by Evelyn Ford on Feb 25, 2007 14:21:15 GMT -5
Except for being a little crazy....
The sun had gone a while ago, leaving shadows on the ground and making it seem like things were there that were in truth, not. Bodies were there that were not. Bloodied and ripped to pieces... Those creatures that she had seen... They did it all. They all must be stopped. All of them.
The girl was still barefoot, but she had lost the hosptial gown and scrub pants and now she wore a dark green sundress that blew gently in the wind. It gave her pleanty of room to move, to run. She needed shoes though. Glass and the gravel and bits of bone were cutting into her skin. She had bloody feet. Horrid, ugly feet. Someone she knew wouldn't allow it. Knew? No, wasn't right. She didn't know anyone. She was born to live. Born to die. She knew she was suppose to die. But she didn't want to. She wasn't ready for it.
And the people at her feet had tried to stop her from living. No. Not people. Demons... all of them were demons. Shiny metal on their chest plate so the world would know what they were. Demons. She stepped over them, toes hitting the ground first. No pool of blood... Not yet. Demons take a while to bleed out.
She continued on, unsure where to go. Unsure what to do. Never knowing where to go. "Must keep going, must keep walking and never knowing where the bright lights go and they end..." she whispered to the darkness... She talked to herself a lot, so she would know she was still alive. Still alive and breathing and kicking. Kicking... Fighting... She was now good at fighting. She could make those demons hurt.
She stopped at the bright lights... Salem... She was where she needed to be. But now what? She needed a place to sleep, and after finding a room without one of those demons she slept on the floor until dawn came, then she was back out and now all she had to do was wait. Wait until she was found...
The sun had gone a while ago, leaving shadows on the ground and making it seem like things were there that were in truth, not. Bodies were there that were not. Bloodied and ripped to pieces... Those creatures that she had seen... They did it all. They all must be stopped. All of them.
The girl was still barefoot, but she had lost the hosptial gown and scrub pants and now she wore a dark green sundress that blew gently in the wind. It gave her pleanty of room to move, to run. She needed shoes though. Glass and the gravel and bits of bone were cutting into her skin. She had bloody feet. Horrid, ugly feet. Someone she knew wouldn't allow it. Knew? No, wasn't right. She didn't know anyone. She was born to live. Born to die. She knew she was suppose to die. But she didn't want to. She wasn't ready for it.
And the people at her feet had tried to stop her from living. No. Not people. Demons... all of them were demons. Shiny metal on their chest plate so the world would know what they were. Demons. She stepped over them, toes hitting the ground first. No pool of blood... Not yet. Demons take a while to bleed out.
She continued on, unsure where to go. Unsure what to do. Never knowing where to go. "Must keep going, must keep walking and never knowing where the bright lights go and they end..." she whispered to the darkness... She talked to herself a lot, so she would know she was still alive. Still alive and breathing and kicking. Kicking... Fighting... She was now good at fighting. She could make those demons hurt.
She stopped at the bright lights... Salem... She was where she needed to be. But now what? She needed a place to sleep, and after finding a room without one of those demons she slept on the floor until dawn came, then she was back out and now all she had to do was wait. Wait until she was found...
She's a picture of perfect health!
Status: Open for anyone who wants the Slayer on their side.
