It rained blood, in the forest I was in.
The blood was not normal though, instead of metallic, it was bitter, like cyanide.
Yellow dyed my shirt, and as impassive as I was regularly, I really liked this shirt.
Vintage.
"Sad," I frowned.
The branches would poke and scratch at my bare feet; for running away from the monster, I was very unfeeling.
I don't know why; I don't believe I'm sick, but if I am, what am I to do with it? The beast behind me wouldn't care if I felt anger or sadness against it, of course, I feel threatened, but that's an instinct, for survival purposes, but I sometimes get curious what I would feel at a certain moment.
Like right now, I should have tears uncontrollably running down my cold cheek, or feel melancholic about all that I have to lose, but to be frankly, all I have to lose is my life and it's not much to begin with.
There was a thunder, and with that, I felt the beast shudder behind me: heard through the pace she was running, and the slightly sound of a thump as if knees had taken a short fall.
I continued my running until I decided, "What is there to lose?"
I sighed as I abruptly turned around: "Only my life."
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THE LONGEST WALK IN THE GARDEN
Horrorthriller/horror/suspense intros idk what they are, I just know there's murder and death so have fun and don't trip over a knife ✌🏽
