Nowhere to Run

They both nodded at eachother, and Laila helped her to stand. Dylan was deathly pale and shaky, but she swallowed the cotton in her throat and looked back at Trey. "We have to get moving."

"Can't we just stay here for the night?" Trey asks.

Dylan shook her head vehemently. "No way, we have to keep moving." She had sort of a glassy, far away look as she tried to keep her cool.

"Please?" He asks almost begging.

Dylan sighed. "You have two hours to rest, then I'm leaving, with or without you."

"Alright, thanks." I pullout a water bottle and sip out of it. I sit in a chair.

Dylan felt an odd shiver run through her, and she rubbed her clammy hands together. Something bad was about to happen.

Trey saw his sister tense up, he picked up his gun, which he had set down on the small table. He looked around constantly.

"Our two hours has just been cut short." Dylan barked, scrambling to her feet as the crash of breaking glass reached their ears.

Laila looked up, alarmed. She reached quickly for her weapon.

Trey looks up ad the glass comes raining down on top of him. He sheilds his eyes. He backs away from the glass. Setting up behind the corner of the wall.

A screech pierced their ears, digging icy spikes into their eardrums. Dylan dropped to her knees as a horrid pounding began in her skull, radiating pain throughout her body. She curled into a tight ball as blood began to trickle from her nose.

Laila ran to her brother and clapped her hands over his ears, trying to block out the sound as much as she could. She shielded him from the glass as much as she could, and tried to guide him backwards out the door.

Trey walks backward with his sister guiding him. He looks around, his vision blurring and fading, he was having an asthma attack.

Laila half-lifted him and stumbled back, slamming into a door behind them. The handle dug into her spine but she stubbornly kept pushing, until the door flew open. She fell backwards, her hands still under her brother's arms, onto cold asphalt.

Dylan felt something inside of her strain and snap. Blood dripped from her nose, eyes, and ears to stain the carpet red. She groaned and faded into unconsciousness.

Trey pass out when they hit the asphalt, from his asthma attack. He has dreams about the old world.

Kira giggled madly, oh how fun! She could hear glass and screaming and she could smell blood. Her stomach growled insistently and she muttered to herself in Russian. "Это нормально, мы будем праздник в ближайшее время....*"

[Translations will be in double brackets at the bottom]

[[*It is okay, we will feast soon....]]

Laila hefted his dead weight over her shoulders and stumbled forward quickly, the screeching sending shards of pain through her eardrums. She half-ran, half-jogged forward and then fell, broken glass on the street digging into her palms. She grunted and began to dig through her backpack frantically, searching for the spare inhaler that she always carried.

She found it and clutched it triumphantly, shakily lifting her brother's head in one hand and pushing the inhaler between his teeth with the other. She set his head gently on her lap and raised her free hand high, the inhaler still in his mouth.
"Sorry." She muttered between her clenched teeth.
Then she swung her fist down and thumped him hard on the chest, making him exhale abruptly before she pushed the button on the inhaler.

Only after she heard her brother begin to breath again did she notice the deadly silence, and realize just what was happening.


Dylan shuddered and coughed up more blood, groaning as the screeching stopped. She blinked groggily a few times and saw a blurry figure in front of her. The creature paused and loomed over her prone figure, scraggly bits of hair falling out from underneath a dark hood. A putrid stench washed over Dylan and her vision began to blur once more. The last thing she saw was the creature walking smoothly toward the door where the others had escaped. Then she couldn't hold on for any longer and she fell into unconsciousness.

I wake up abruptly, I sit up too quickly and my head swims. I hug my sister briefly and notice I had for got my pistol inside the building I stand up and walk slowly to the building. I stop standing in the doorway where we exited.

Laila yelped and stood up after him, reaching out to grab at his sleeve before he reached the doorway. A sharp pain in her ankle stopped her in her tracks, and sent her sprawling face-first once more.
"Wait!" She shouted after her brother.

I stop and help my sister up, "Why, I left my pistol?" I ask

I look around and see a figure standing in the doorway.

Laila grunted and shoved her brother to the ground as gently as she could, jumping in front of him. The creature was leaping at them, and she thrust her arms out to both sides to block. She closed her eyes and waited for the impact.

I fall forward and grunt as I hit the ground. I roll over and watch the as the hit, I stand up, run at the building and grab my pistol. I run out side and run at my sister and the thing.