|nocturnalnpc (nocturnalnpc) wrote in cirque_rp,|
@ 2017-11-28 21:30:00
|What was happening? How could any of this be real? |
Running, running, running... shoes lost in the stumble and scrap of the uneven cold ground, but adrenaline overloaded the senses and dulled the pain of the rough ground. Tears ran streaks through a dirty face wiped away every now and then by a scrap of cloth hanging from what once was a white shirt. Memories of the world outside wore down to nothing but fleeting moments of uncertainity and disbelief even as a man had been fed his own hand and ripped apart in front of her cowaring, hidden form shocked into silence.
Only luck graced the last hours of her life and allowed her to escape a creature she could only describe as what nightmares were made from. The call of another soothed her heart for a moment until she saw an all too charming and clean man walk by, the blood on his hands hidden by the dark environment and the long teeth flashing amongst a white smile.
Finally, she found somewhere to hide. A small trailer or house, it looked lived in, pleasant and quaint on the outside. So many other trailers looked lost in a deep fog and every time she had tried to run up to one it moved, disappeared or the distance became so long that she had to move on or chance a monster finding her. Feet rough, knuckles bloodied, and clothes barely hanging on, she pulled open the door to a trailer and hid beneath the closest table, trying not to cry, trying to breath or wake up. The cries of her friends echoed in her ears and so many others that- had they ever been happy? Were they always in Hell?