sal·va·tion
/salˈvāSH(ə)n/
1; preservation or deliverance from harm, ruin, or loss. "they try to sell it to us as economic salvation"
2; In which she finds Salvation in the arms of the person she trusted most after the world had gone to shit.
@Esme...
━━━━━━━━━━ ┏━━━━ ➸➶➴ ━━━━┓ 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ┗━━━━ ➸➶➴ ━━━━┛ ━━━━━━━━━━ CHAPTER ONE | SEASON ONE ' I Should Be Frightened Shouldn't I? '
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* FIRST PERSON *
━━━━━MY CHEST FEELSheavy and my lungs beg for air as I run away from the muertos chasing me. I'm extremely tired and out of breath. I've been running for days it seems. ' the dead.'
I don't know why it was so hard for me to run. In middle school I did track, even did it throughout my freshman and sophomore year in High school.
And I was good at it. Yet look at me now, struggling to breathe as I run the fastest I have ever have in my life away from things trying to kill me.
I can't remember how long it's been since the world went to shit. But I know it's hard to adjust to something you're just thrown upon.
It seems like it was just yesterday that I was in high school, graduating and then at college the next.
My head hurts thinking about it. I was so damn close to achieving everything that I ever wanted and now, I can barely even breathe without anything wanting to kill me.
It happens quick, the way my lip quivers, my face scrunching up at the memories flashing in my head. I can remember being extremely terrified of failing my assignments before the sickness started spreading.
I can also remember the way people let fear get the best of them. And I can remember feeling safe when the military showed up but I was wrong.
A sharp inhale in and I stop myself before I begin crying but I can't help it. I'm human. I freaking miss my mom. My family. My , Home... Everything I had before.
But I can't pick and choose anymore. I need to survive.
My eyes shift around watching my surroundings as the sound of leaves rustle behind me. My breath shakes, my chest hurting as I force myself to run even faster if that's even possible. I'm dehydrated, Malnourished, and running on no sleep.
I can't remember the last time I slept or ate. Even trying to think about it makes my body hurt even more.
My legs suddenly stumble over the rough terrain, and I stop to catch my breath but I can hear them behind me no matter how far I get.
