She woke up running again, already gasping like she'd been going for miles as her bare feet slammed against the ice-cold concrete. By this point she could tell how long she'd been going for by how numb her limbs felt and how loudly the things-pretending-to-be-dogs were as they chased her through dimly lit street after dimly lit street.
A quick pat down told her she still had her phone. A quick check told her it had 7% battery left. She cursed under her breath as a bolt of lightning seared across the sky, briefly showing her exactly what was hiding in the shadows against the suburban houses all around her.
It wasn't good news but these days it rarely was. She'd pass out running and wake up like she'd never stopped and all the while she was being chased by things-pretending-to-be-dogs and possibly-was-a-person-once and she never seemed to leave the neighbourhood nor pass the same house twice.
It was always night too, no matter how long she ran the sky was as dark as ever and whatever was hiding in it was starting to get brave. Every now and then an inhuman hand would dart out and try to snag its claws on her clothes or skin, snarling as she jerked away just in time.
She'd been lucky so far, so very lucky. Luckier than the others she used to see running beside her and in front of her. There were about thirty of them on the first night she woke up and now it was just her and the faint silhouette of someone she hoped was human.
Either way she was following them, hoping they'd get out somehow before they went missing too.
A quick pat down told her she still had her phone. A quick check told her it had 7% battery left. She cursed under her breath as a bolt of lightning seared across the sky, briefly showing her exactly what was hiding in the shadows against the suburban houses all around her.
It wasn't good news but these days it rarely was. She'd pass out running and wake up like she'd never stopped and all the while she was being chased by things-pretending-to-be-dogs and possibly-was-a-person-once and she never seemed to leave the neighbourhood nor pass the same house twice.
It was always night too, no matter how long she ran the sky was as dark as ever and whatever was hiding in it was starting to get brave. Every now and then an inhuman hand would dart out and try to snag its claws on her clothes or skin, snarling as she jerked away just in time.
She'd been lucky so far, so very lucky. Luckier than the others she used to see running beside her and in front of her. There were about thirty of them on the first night she woke up and now it was just her and the faint silhouette of someone she hoped was human.
Either way she was following them, hoping they'd get out somehow before they went missing too.
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