Dark Lord's Cinderella

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Mature content in this chapter:

Author's Note:

This story came in my dreams and the whole plot was laid out perfectly from the beginning to end. I feel like I should have this out. This is of course unedited. So close your eyes for any error. Haha. Please be advised that this plot contain sensitive details. Reader's discretion is recommended.

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SHE was shopping in the big mall when an apocalypse happened. There was a loud alarm and the people including her immediately ran outside the mall. However, the horror from outside terrified her that she ran back to the mall who initiated the shut down in the minute. Before the mall closed down, she ran inside further denying herself of what was happening outside. Upon entering the unclosed part of the mall, she walked along the long stretched of hallway, she saw two scary human walking slowly along her way. She felt afraid that she look for escape from unknown people. She looked back to see the gate closed tightly behind her back. She ran back to it seeing the two people quickening their steps towards her. She had no idea if the apocalypse is a zombie and any human moving oddly right couldn't be trusted so she ran and ran until she heard people murmuring in worried voices until it became louder and louder. She sprinted towards the shallow hallway, follow the lights until she was greeted with mass of people inside the dome. She never knew the mall had such facilities to cater such population. She looked back her behind and saw the two people chasing her with their eyes glistening in the dark but they don't come into the light. She ran towards on the bleacher, ignoring two women in fancy dress, announcing to have volunteers among women to come forwards to have this particular prayer before baptism. There were many women who come forward, old and adult and they began to pray so loudly but it didn't calm her. When they were done dancing in the odd music with those women who seemed to be normal into her eyes, oddly danced and bowed in such a manner as if a god may come forward. She frowned, do these people know that apocalypse took place outside the Dome or this mall? For they seemed overjoyed and they merry so much. She thought they were pleading for salvation but when her head snap to the entrance of the Dome, there was dust in the atmosphere as six hyenas running inside with people side by side.

She looked at her seatmate who looked at the entrance with the same befuddlement. She deducted that the people are doing any type of show which included the hyenas in leash. So she encouraged women to seat with her at the top of the bleacher because she learned in Geographic channel that those animals are nasty and dangerous. When they were on the little higher part of the bleachers, she sat with the old women who weep while muttering that they were lock inside the dome, that this is not an evacuation, this is a mass slaughter. She immediately felt her feet became cold that her eyes darted to her front when the two women happily announced for the 'happy hunting'. Screams immediately followed that her eyes widened in too much fright when the people across her bleacher were being hunted and eaten on their seats. The women who volunteered were first to be eaten by those hyenas and then those people who were with the animals climbed up the bleacher and that's when she noticed the people on her sides began to ran. She saw a man who grip the woman, harshly cringed her neck and lick it. There was a delight on the man's face before he feasted on her neck with blood splurged out. The woman screams muffled and drowned with the flood of her own blood until her neck is snapped in two. She scream at that and began to fear when another man in red T-shirt climbed at her direction she ran to her right side, horrified when his eyes fixated to her. She can run faster but the old women barricade her way. She can't pushed them. No. They're old and scared. She looked to her back but five men were hunting in there, eating whoever at their hold. She slightly pushed the old women with little encouragement.