Post by daniel on Dec 13, 2009 14:11:31 GMT -5
Eerie howls and growls echoed inside the city from the outskirts. Already, Daniel was covered from head to toe in scrapes, bruises, and dry blood. Earlier, he had rounded a corner and came across an Outsider lingering around piles of debris. Daniel couldn’t quite turn and hide in time to escape the sight of the creature. It had spotted him and the chase was on. The only thing that had prevented the creature from being fast enough was a small metal bar jammed into its calf. Still, it had speed and a push that Daniel couldn’t compete with, not as a human at least. At the first opportunity, he slid himself through a small opening into a building. The metal on the edges were sharp and rough, something had once force itself through there, but it would be too small of a gap for the Outsider.
That still didn’t stop him though from running far away once in there. The weapon at his back slid slightly, the hard wooden handle bounced over his spine creating a discomfort. But there were more important things at stake. His breathing was uneven as panic over took him, but he still managed to reach the other end of the building without passing out along the floor. A door sat at the far end and his body rammed into it full force. It was a pull door and his hand stumbled over the handle to open it and force his body through. As soon as he was back outside, his head turned feverously, back and forth, looking for any sign of danger. With none in sight, he slunk through the streets, finding a quiet place to settle down for a couple minutes.
Hours later, that led to where he was now. Contently, he was situated in the backseat of an old abandoned car. Situating himself low, he closed his eyes and rested his body from all the exertion. A sigh passed through his lips as he reopened his eyes to view the small scratched that lined along his arms and the tears in his vest and shirt. Glancing up, small snowflakes began to descend the sky.
That still didn’t stop him though from running far away once in there. The weapon at his back slid slightly, the hard wooden handle bounced over his spine creating a discomfort. But there were more important things at stake. His breathing was uneven as panic over took him, but he still managed to reach the other end of the building without passing out along the floor. A door sat at the far end and his body rammed into it full force. It was a pull door and his hand stumbled over the handle to open it and force his body through. As soon as he was back outside, his head turned feverously, back and forth, looking for any sign of danger. With none in sight, he slunk through the streets, finding a quiet place to settle down for a couple minutes.
Hours later, that led to where he was now. Contently, he was situated in the backseat of an old abandoned car. Situating himself low, he closed his eyes and rested his body from all the exertion. A sigh passed through his lips as he reopened his eyes to view the small scratched that lined along his arms and the tears in his vest and shirt. Glancing up, small snowflakes began to descend the sky.