Broken

Becoming the Prey

They pull me into a car. The car rushes to the outskirts of the city. This area is known as the Desolate Sea. There is nothing from this point on, just a sea of ruined buildings. The world becomes extremely art like. There is a lake on the far right and broken buildings on the left. The vines climb the buildings in such extravagant designs. The car comes to a stop and I am thrown out.

My body hits the pavement I feel as if I broke a rib. I get up and hold my left side. I walk to the closest building. Once I get there, I grab a hold of the door handle and pull open. The door gives away easily. I look into the building. Something feels off. I walk in hoping there is no one within the building. I look carefully around, that is when I realize this is a library.

A smell of something decomposing hits my nose. I have no idea where it is coming from so I quickly run outside. When I get outside the rain makes me feel refreshed. I twirl in the rain. I stop when I see someone staring at me. His face has a scar going across his left jaw. The look he gives me scares me. It is almost like when a hungry dog looks at meat. He smiles; only making it worse. He runs toward me and I drop to the floor. Trying to cover my vitals, I curl up.

I hear a grunt and a roar of pain. I look up and there is a boy standing in front of me. He is skin and bones, scars cover most of his showing skin, and his clothes are in rags, but he becomes my savior. That is until he says, "I saw the food first. You both are mine to eat." The man falls dead at my side. I get up quickly and try to run away. I have never ran in the rain before, so it feels sloppy.

He quickly catches up to me, his prey. I feel something enter my arm and I fall. There is blood trailing down my limb. I cry out, "Why am I being hunted by this hungry predator?" Those people who told those stories were wrong. You cannot survive for four days unless you are prepared for the hungry wolves. The tears blend in with curing rain. Each raindrop burns my skin.

I stare at my life line leaking out of my body. I feel so weak. There on the ground lays my blood. I continue to stare how the blood flow into the small puddle of rain. Making the puddle a pink. The color is beautiful. I want to grab my paint brushes and paint with it. I laugh. I am on my deathbed and here I am thinking about painting.

I hear a sound as I slowly fall into unconsciousness. The hungry wolf's body is being pulled off me. I feel hands grab a hold of me. The hands touch my left side and I flinch. Then it goes dark.