No, once again, this is not an RP for you. Simply a book that I can share with my fellow RP'ers in our own little group RP. However, these are only ideas, they will, most likely, not even be used.
That gold tint was darkened to that of nearly black.
That wasn't normal.
I was sure of it.
"That. Even if you have always been special, no one has had what you have. No human has that."
"Don't."
I felt my body freeze at the tone in his voice.
It wasn't just dark and cold.
It was deadly.
"...You're not human, are you?"
Silence.
I could feel the tension in the air, the absolute dread floating through the bright sky.
I might die.
"What do you fucking think?" He growled at me. Literally growled.
Perhaps he, too, was one of the runaway species hiding from the human race?
"Well, what are you? A werewolf? An Orc? A sin?"
"Why the hell should I tell you?" The piercings made another gentle 'cling,' his body whipping around to face me.
I rustled my hair around, pushing it behind my pointed ears.
"...So you're one too," he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "how many of your kind are left?"
"Before the infection, a few hundreds spread out. After, who knows. You?"
"Just my family."
Pity surged through me at the statement.
He was the last of his kind.
And here I was bitching to him.
"What species are you, if I may ask...?"
"Shadow Dragon."
I froze in place, my eyes wide as saucers.
A bit of background on Shadow Dragons, they became extinct thousands of years ago. They're known as the first species the humans wiped out.
It was impossible for this man to be here.
And yet, here he was.
"...Wh-What?"
"You heard what I said." He scoffed, turning back around.
I don't know how or why, but that alone seemed to lighten the mood.
"Was y-"
I was cut off by a scream in the distance, both of our eyes snapping to the source.
It was a little girl.
We dashed off, our weapons at our hips, and panic in our hearts.
Not another one.
Not a child.
Upon arriving at the origin of the sound, we noticed a little girl no more than 7 years old clinging to the top of a tree as 5 infected humans clawed their way towards the top desperately.
I raised my gun as Drake raised his, both of us firing at the beasts.
At the first shot, the beings snapped their rotten heads towards us, turning to us as their jaws snapped widely, stumbling over each other to get to us.
Disgusting creatures.
3 shots from Drake, one goes down.
3 shots from me, another one down.
And so on, and so forth.
Once they were all down for the count, our eyes went to the little girl.
Blood.
That was the first thing I noticed.
Her leg was bleeding, and I couldn't tell if it was due to a bite, or a different wound.
That didn't stop us from running over to her to gently set her down upon the grassy floor.
I knelt down to her height, making sure to speak gently as to not scare her.
"Are you alright, sweetheart? Did you get bit?"
She shook her head, her body shuddering in fear and pain.
"Alright, we're going to bring you with us so that we can help you. Is that okay?"
This time, she nodded her head, tears trickling down her pale, young face.
"What's your name?" I picked her up, making sure not to rub up against her leg.
A quick glance at Drake showed the approval of the situation, though his eyes seemed to stare at the wound at her leg.
He was thinking the same as me.
She could've been bit.
And we may have to put her down.
"C-Cassandra." Her voice was soft and shaken, she must've been sobbing earlier.
"Alright, Cassandra. We're going to keep you safe."
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