*Huff, huff, huff* my will is fading; I can barely breathe. Click, clank, clack; my heals pound onto the cold hard asphalt as I continue to run. "Aagh!" A seething cold pain stabs into to the side of my body by a steel arrow head attached to a thin stick and feathers. I fall to wet chilling asphalt as my once warm crimson liquid slithers underneath the sole of midnight blue combat boots. My fading turquoise eyes slowly look up to the sadistic face of a man surrounded by blood and fire. My name is Sandra, Sandra Heaths. And this is the story of how I, one of the lost, tried to be found.
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The Lost
Mystery / ThrillerThe world has changed. No one can breathe. No life. No peace. Can the lost be found?
