SURVIVOR

•Part Two• // Red lies //

Wet, but rough?

This made me trip and fall to the ground, stumbling and ended up rolling down the hill, dodging trees as best as I could. Callie in my arms, stumbling, I managed to stand back up once I reached the bottom and landed into a pile of leaves.

It didn't let me run to far, as soon as I began to sprint once again I felt not one, but two slimy objects wrap around each of my ankles and began to drag me backwards.

Flipping onto my back, the moons gaze met mine.

My vision flashed to my flailing legs, my eyes widened when I saw two tendril like objects wrapped around my bruised legs.

Quickly my attention followed the tendril and to the owner, my head pounded the closer the monster dragged me in.

It was him, four figures stood on each side of him.
One had a tan jacket and white mask, dusty blue jeans. The one on the opposite side had a yellow hoodie, stained brown with what I assumed to be blood. Blue jeans as well, black mask. The one besides the masked man had orange goggles, Toby. And lastly, the woman looking figure that stood besides the hooded man had a white sweatshirt on with a white mask as blackish brown hair fell over it.

I knew it was over.

My mouth gapped open as my eyes grew tired, I flipped onto my stomach and was about to give up, untill my eyes met with e/c orbs in the dark.

Dad.

His hair was messy, he had his usual clothes on except they were...bloody and dirty. He didn't seem there, like his form was transparent in the dark.

"Father!" I shouted, clawing at the ground.

"Save me! Help me! Do something!" I sobbed, shouting.

The more I screamed, the more I was violently pulled back. Static filled my mind along with the bees, static had rung in my ears the whole time which is why some of these parts might come out distorted...but that's fine.

"YOU'RE NOTHING OF A FATHER!" I screeched, clawing, flailing.

Hurt shined in his eyes, it always had since forever. Dad was a hurt man ever since the divorce, he was always was hurt, and because of me...he always will be a hurt man.

That's when it happened, Dad was gone, and Callie was here.

I heard a animalistic screech from behind, resulting in one of the figures to hiss "stupid cat."

Turning back onto my back, my eyes scanned all of the masked figures hoping to see Callie. Any sign of her, any sign of my baby.

"Callie? Oh fuck no...oh no..." I began to whimper.

By the bottom of a near pine tree, was a white object.

Layered with a crimson liquid, my mind made it look like the object was breathing, but deep down I knew it wasn't...and wouldn't ever take another breath again.

I lost vision at that point, the figures and him were only a view yards away.

And I had given up, just like every human does when they see what they have lost in death.

I knew I had given up, and so did they.

I had lost the only thing, person that has been by my side for years.

I had lost my fate.

And hearing, vision and touch.

My world...

Was changed.

He had me now.

I couldn't...

I was now one of them.

A proxy unwanted.

Soon to be a survivor.

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The writing was purposely "scrambled" to fit y/n's thoughts.

Okay I lied, I did finish the chapter because it's 9 in the morning for me and I have nothing better to do.

But in like an hour I have the test for getting my hunting license which I actually think I never agreed to?

Like writing about death is fine, but actually seeing the light die in a dears eyes up close due to me?!

Nah, I'll pass.

I PASSED THE TEST HAHAHA

IM NOW A ANIMAL KILLER

haha