1 June 2012
I run despite my pain wrecked body because the alternative is unbearable. I haven't survived this long to surrender now. Maybe it's only pride that keeps me alive?
My feet slap the Tarmac, my arms claw the air as if to pull me faster through space.
Pain courses through me, the stench of their flesh clogs my nostrils as i try to force oxygen into my screaming muscles and my jaw pounds as my body thuds down the deserted high street. Pain and rotten flesh, that's all there is.
I am given a little hope when I hear a yell behind me. My two persuers have become one. I glance back. Bad mistake. I see the figure of my hunter, close enough to discern his features, below his hood, twisted in malice.
I keep running, desperate for a way. Pain and rotten flesh.
Do I risk trying a shop door?
There's no time. I can smell his fetid breath . My throat is raw, I start to cry and feel a hand grab my coat.
Shrugging him off, I change direction, jumping over an abandoned car.
I can see an open window. The pain is unbearable, all my instincts are telling me to stop but I can't give in.
The window isn't open enough, but I think I have enough precious seconds to make it inside.
A roar from behind startles me, I look back. He smiles at me, little stalagmites of spittle in between his grotesque lips.
Turning, I see the kerb too late. My foot clips it's edge, sending me toppling towards my goal.
He is upon me and I can fight the pain no longer. I crash into the wall. My jaw dislocates and I scream. I must survive. I am the last.
As my jaw reforms I turn to my foe. The hunger is unbearable now.
I look into his eyes and am free of all guilt. Before he can cause any harm I bury my teeth into his neck and rip it open.
Pain and rotten flesh. That's all I have. I am the last and I make sure it stays that way.
I will survive.
I feed.
The Chase (pt2) • Opuss № I