Sorry guys! I haven’t updated in a while so I wrote a really sucky story after 4 hours of brainstorming. I don’t have a lot of time (funny, since it’s summer vacation) so this is just part one. Again, sorry for how badly written it is, enjoy.
I ducked behind a bush and attempted to catch my breath. Today had been an especially bloody day, and I do not enjoy being turned into a corpse.
“Come out you coward!” The girl who was chasing me yelled. “Fight me face to face!”
And become one of those mutts? Right.
I walked up behind her and waited for her to turn around. When she did, shock was clear on her face, though it quickly turned into pain. She yelped, seeing that I had stabbed my knife clear through her stomach. “So sorry, good night,” I muttered and stepped back as the ground swallowed the girl. It was the 17th day; the 17th day of torture; the 17th day of death. I scrounged the forest for food, no luck, so if I didn’t want to starve, I had to go into the Everglades. And I probably wasn’t going to make it out of that cursed place in one piece.
Two voices raged in my head as I approached the Everglades,
“How puny would it be to die of hunger? After all this, you die to a natural cause!”
“You know about the Everglades! You know how many they killed! You aren’t special in any way, what makes you think you can do it?”
I shushed the second voice, my breaths rattled and I plunged into the Everglades. As I did so, I felt a surge of power; or recklessness.
That’s right! I thought to whoever created the Everglades, I just signed my own death contract, who’s a coward now?