Bundled up in her hoodie and the only blanket she had on her person, she could only hope that she was alone. Marco’s exhausted gaze drifted up towards the clear, starry skies above. And one ripped long sleeved shirt later, her injury was snugly tied off enough for her to limp off back to the safety of the woods and trees that had been home. An absolute horror to jam into the open wound at the time for sure, but it quickly quelled the bleeding for the time being. She couldn’t remember if she’d screamed or not.įor now, the packed gauze drenched in alcohol was doing its job. She’d untied her faithful red hoodie to shove a balled up sleeve into her mouth while she dug out the first aid kit, and in turn, agonizingly popped the bullet out of her skin. Her chocolate brown eyes filled with painful, hot tears, Marco had braved peering around the tire nearest to her by the front bumper, only to find that she was once again very much alone.Īfter painfully dragging herself out from under the car, Marco leaned exhaustingly against the car that saved her life, ripping open a hole in her leggings to get to the bloodied wound, her hands already covered in the stickiness of her mistake. Because after another few moments of painful, silent crying, the comfortable, still silence came back. And judging by the seconds that ticked by and the trail of blood streaked onto the road, Marco figured that maybe her Tracker assumed her dead. Having the ability to at least roll under a low-sitting car, Marco had bought herself time as the shots became four, then three, then two, then none. One thing had saved her, though, while the shots kept coming. She had let her guard down for a few moments, and it quickly had become her biggest mistake. She’d been too careless, too comfortable with the secure silence around her. Marco hadn’t even seen them lurking around the corner when she’d exited the only store in sight. And she knew that The Tracker knew it as well. She had to keep moving, but the thought alone made her want to cry harder. Don’t move it, you run the risk of furthering the obvious infection that would slowly eat away at her entire leg until it was useless. Move it, and run the risk of screaming out in pain and being found. Her right leg throbbed, it burned, and every now and again it would surge with searing hot pain no matter what she did. Marco closed the notebook with hands covered in dried-on blood, hot tears stinging the corners of her eyes. I guess they’re tired of messing around with the only human left within a mile radius. who, might I add, was the one who took the shot. If I don’t bleed out and die first, they’re going to find me. I’ve already let out too much blood and it’s trailed behind me every step of the way. And though I’ve done my best to wrap it up tightly with one of my shirts, it’s not going to last. Dead or missing.Īnd me? Well, I’ve got a gunshot wound in my leg. The rest was up to us, and look at where that got everyone. The Added hardly had to do anything other than simply just begin. You make them afraid of their own world and its uncertainties. So how do you rid the world of humanity? Easy: you pit them against each other until there’s nothing left. That’s just another thing we, as humans, also seem to so easily fail at: dropping your guard when you know darn well you shouldn’t be. Oh, how far I have fallen from those days of looking both ways before crossing streets, and making sure my shoes were both double knotted. I stopped being the Echo Creek proclaimed ‘Safe Kid’. Because I didn’t think rationally for a second before acting. Star vs the forces of evil fall fall fall full#We are, and can be, a very pitiful race.Īnd here I am, a girl of seventeen years old with a world that’s fallen silent, a backpack half full of hopes, and now blood on my hands. But who’s to say we even really ever had it in the first place? Maybe that’s the whole reason they came. You can’t trust anyone you come across anymore. You do and say things you never would before. Here’s the thing about humanity: once The Added took a firm grip on the reality around you, you realize that you’re starting to slip and there’s nothing you can do to get that control back. And right now, I only have enough rationed food for roughly three days. And if I am actually right, it’s been nearly two weeks already, even though it’s felt longer. I think I’ve finally recounted my days right. Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 10606 Chapters: 5/5 Comments: 14 Kudos: 46 Bookmarks: 5 Hits: 1220
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