A soft giggle echoed in an empty cave. A cave empty of life save one person. A young girl, about thirteen. She was sat down, leaning back against a wall, look utterly exhausted and deep in sleep. She was also not the one to make the giggle. No, it was an invisible specter only she was able to see. One that had tormented her for a while now.
Cold, bony fingers grazed over the girl's shoulders that were clothed in a dark beige top. A face only of bone, papery skin stretched over the face of the grotesque beast, leaned over one shoulder, breath smelling of earth and decay washing over the young girl's nose.
"Just like always..." The specter giggled in a childish voice not befitting of its form. It's childish voice crackled like a broken record, echoing darkly, somehow catching in the sleeping girl's brain as it spoke into her ear. "Your friends leave you~! It's the end of the world and your friends have left you!"
It threw its head back, cackling madly, screeching glee at the girl's despair. It began to chant and sing, circling the girl, it's body nothing but a trailing whip of gossamer white.
"They left you, they left you to die! Your friends don't care and don't love you! One day you'll be one of us and your friends don't care!"
A slick, snake-like green tongue flicked out to lick its lips, devilish grin on its face that revealed sharp teeth just like a shark's. It floated right in front of her face, cooing to her in its voice of death.
"I could kill you now," it cooed sweetly, claws grazing the girl's thin neck, leaving a mark. Trailing the hand down, the apparition nicked her collar bone, humming when a small bead of blood escaped the small mark before the nick healed itself. "But then I won't get to see your agony when you wake up and find your 'friends' gone. Just like," it pressed its mouth to her ear, "your dear..."
It's face fleshed out, taking on a healthy, handsome glow with mischievous blue eyes.
"Sweet... "
The beast's body morphed into a young man's, dressed like a prince in a black and blue uniform.
"... Big..."
Blood coated the man's body, throat slit and lively blue eyes now dead. An insane grin took hold of the dead body's face, turning the briefly beautiful thing to a monster.
"Brother."
The girl's eyes snapped open, breath leaving her in a strangled scream. Bolting up from the hard cave floor, the brunette flung herself at the nearest wall, face paler than a ghost's.
No one came to Lucia, no one woke up to tell her they would never leave her. No one did because the camp made the night before in the little cave was gone. The small fire had been put out, the other bed rolls were gone. The other four in her group left only Lucia and her backpack and a gun. When she checked, the gun only had one bullet.
Couldn't waste anything, Lucia thought sadly after even checking her own bag and finding she only had a single roll of medical tap, several band-aids, and a single change of clothes. She was no longer the medical personnel of the little ragtag team made of her, her best friend, and several neighborhood kids.
"The world went to Hell," she mumbled to herself, remembering how she had brought the small band together and lead it herself after their parents, freshly turned zombies, attacked them, "and they're backstabbing each other like it."
Shouldering the backpack, she walked from the cave, holstering the 22. pistol in her belt loop. The rising sun struck the mouth of the cave right as she came outside on the high mountainside. She forced a smile while the blistering heat began to set in with the new dawn.
"The highway to Hell is paved with good intentions," she hummed, traveling the path to go higher up the mountain, "but it's also riddled with potholes."
One day, Lucia thought, I'll get get over the betrayal, and those nightmares will leave me. Until then, the brunette bent to pick up a rock and toss it down the mountain, satisfied to hear an avalanche slowly start, I'll make do with what I have.
The sound of a girlish scream down the farther mountainside satisfied the half-demon terribly.
Cold, bony fingers grazed over the girl's shoulders that were clothed in a dark beige top. A face only of bone, papery skin stretched over the face of the grotesque beast, leaned over one shoulder, breath smelling of earth and decay washing over the young girl's nose.
"Just like always..." The specter giggled in a childish voice not befitting of its form. It's childish voice crackled like a broken record, echoing darkly, somehow catching in the sleeping girl's brain as it spoke into her ear. "Your friends leave you~! It's the end of the world and your friends have left you!"
It threw its head back, cackling madly, screeching glee at the girl's despair. It began to chant and sing, circling the girl, it's body nothing but a trailing whip of gossamer white.
"They left you, they left you to die! Your friends don't care and don't love you! One day you'll be one of us and your friends don't care!"
A slick, snake-like green tongue flicked out to lick its lips, devilish grin on its face that revealed sharp teeth just like a shark's. It floated right in front of her face, cooing to her in its voice of death.
"I could kill you now," it cooed sweetly, claws grazing the girl's thin neck, leaving a mark. Trailing the hand down, the apparition nicked her collar bone, humming when a small bead of blood escaped the small mark before the nick healed itself. "But then I won't get to see your agony when you wake up and find your 'friends' gone. Just like," it pressed its mouth to her ear, "your dear..."
It's face fleshed out, taking on a healthy, handsome glow with mischievous blue eyes.
"Sweet... "
The beast's body morphed into a young man's, dressed like a prince in a black and blue uniform.
"... Big..."
Blood coated the man's body, throat slit and lively blue eyes now dead. An insane grin took hold of the dead body's face, turning the briefly beautiful thing to a monster.
"Brother."
The girl's eyes snapped open, breath leaving her in a strangled scream. Bolting up from the hard cave floor, the brunette flung herself at the nearest wall, face paler than a ghost's.
No one came to Lucia, no one woke up to tell her they would never leave her. No one did because the camp made the night before in the little cave was gone. The small fire had been put out, the other bed rolls were gone. The other four in her group left only Lucia and her backpack and a gun. When she checked, the gun only had one bullet.
Couldn't waste anything, Lucia thought sadly after even checking her own bag and finding she only had a single roll of medical tap, several band-aids, and a single change of clothes. She was no longer the medical personnel of the little ragtag team made of her, her best friend, and several neighborhood kids.
"The world went to Hell," she mumbled to herself, remembering how she had brought the small band together and lead it herself after their parents, freshly turned zombies, attacked them, "and they're backstabbing each other like it."
Shouldering the backpack, she walked from the cave, holstering the 22. pistol in her belt loop. The rising sun struck the mouth of the cave right as she came outside on the high mountainside. She forced a smile while the blistering heat began to set in with the new dawn.
"The highway to Hell is paved with good intentions," she hummed, traveling the path to go higher up the mountain, "but it's also riddled with potholes."
One day, Lucia thought, I'll get get over the betrayal, and those nightmares will leave me. Until then, the brunette bent to pick up a rock and toss it down the mountain, satisfied to hear an avalanche slowly start, I'll make do with what I have.
The sound of a girlish scream down the farther mountainside satisfied the half-demon terribly.