SURVIVORS

Ch. 7~ Lana

Hello my lovelies!! How are you all doing today?

If you guys are writing a book, please comment it here and I will check it out!! I appreciate you reading my book so much, so I wanna read your stuff too!!

Great news in the life of Morgan... I was one of the winners in my age bracket for the AAA Piano Auditions and got to participate in the Honors Recital at Moravian college today!! I got the highest rating so I was in with a lot of really amazing people and it was such a great experience.

Anyway, onward...

Last time... Chase kinda lost his entire family except for his aunt and uncle who don't really get out much. I'm so mean to that poor character. It's alright though, things will get better for him soon. Also, we learned that there are many many creatures and they need more food; this is the "feast" that king creature talked about, you'll read about that this chapter.. Muahahahahahahaahaha. Okay. Here's Lana.

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I was the only jogger to be seen. No one else dared to be alone outside with all these attacks occurring, but I knew that with the knife in my back pocket, I would be relatively safe. It wasn't a gigantic knife, but a smaller, more stealthy one, one I could easily hurt someone- or something- with if I needed to.

Cars were scarce, and there was almost no one in their homes- they all vacated the town. Brendan, Tucker and I were thinking about doing the same until we heard the news-- disappearances and attacks were happening all throughout California. It wasn't just here now. It was spreading. 

I had spent plenty of time wondering where they went, why they went, who took them, and why it was mostly adults. My guess was that parents were out much more than kids, and some kids were out more than others, almost all of them not carrying some type of weapon to defend themselves. But something inside me knew that it was something bigger than that, something much bigger. I had also spent plenty of time wondering who or what was causing all this chaos to happen.

The idea of a mass murderer doing it was out, no one person could kidnap or kill this many people at one time- things were happening in San Fransisco the same time they were happening here. A group of mass murderers was possible, but not likely. The attacks had caused teeth and claw marks, so it wasn't human. The only logical solution I could muster was that it was some rare species with no fear of humans. A smart race they had to be to sneak up on humans. I just hoped and prayed that I wasn't right, because if I was, the animals are crawling everywhere, just out of my sight.

I take the long loop today- I have nothing I want to do at home anyway. The breeze blows lightly, and the dying grass sways in its path. The large evergreens that surround the woods rustle from the higher, stronger wind, their ancient wood cracking and popping. 

I am about to turn onto Sam's street when I see something dart in the evergreen trees that stand no more than twenty feet away from me. Their thick branches conceal whatever I had seen. I know I saw it. I know it's there. A cluster of branches shook and then were still. I know it isn't the wind doing that. The shaking in the needles stops. I peer into the evergreens. I know something is there.

I wait.

I am about to turn and run away when I see a sickly pale blue patch in the green, and then another, and another, all arms length from each other. I freeze and wait for something to happen.

There is a small bit of rustling in the middle of the three. Four long, black talons peek out from the dying needles. There is a pang of fear in my stomach and out of instinct, I swipe my knife from my pocket.