Kyi rubbed his bloodied face across his sleeve, leaving a trail of crimson behind. Wincing in pain, he continued rubbing his eye, hoping to see the hooded girl more clearly. Unfortunately, his efforts were in vain, the gushing gash above his eyebrow kept his vision clouded with a steady flow of blood. “If not Astrans, then who?”
Kyi dug his nails into the remains of the wooden amphitheater, dragging his body from beneath the rubble. Pain inched up his spine, blood tainting his vision as he scanned the area for his manager.
Fading in and out of consciousness, he could see the blood. Thick, deep red, coating his hands and knees as he begged his father to wake up. Gun shots continued to ring out, echoing the scenes of murder. The murder of his father and the otherworldly visitor.
Mark’s grip around her shirt tightened, sending wrinkles down the fabric around his fist. Raising his clenched hand high into the air, Kyi knew what would happen next. Mid-punch, Mark’s arm collided with Kyi’s, Kyi instinctively blocking him, preventing him from hitting the alien girl.
Everything seemed normal until the day Alyssa was absent from class.
The elevator stopped at a slanted angle, preventing the monsters from climbing down into the open space between the door but also making it nearly impossible for them to escape. Their options were as follows: open the top latch and pray they could climb up onto the roof without any complications or crawl between the small opening in the elevator door then try climbing down to the second floor.
Recently I joined this group on twitter called The Insecure Writer's Support Group or IWSG for short. Their main purpose is to connect writers and help them share their writing and encourage one another. Each month there's a new question they require writers to answer in a blog post. Then they encourage us to look at each other's blogs and see how they answered the question.
Around them the rain picked up. Thick raindrops plummeted the asphalt, causing wandering people to run from the streets and into local shops for cover. Even with his back against the brick wall, the drops soaked the bottom of his pant leg, the wetness absorbing up his jeans and turning them a deep blue.
Jared removed his gun from its holster. The last thing he wanted was to fire a bullet and attract another swarm of monsters but what choice did he have? Unlike Riley, he was just some ordinary human with a gun. No special supernatural abilities. No supersonic hearing or ice breath or whatever else Riley and her friends could do. Just a stupid non genetically altered idiot who thought it was a bright idea to throw himself in the middle of the city’s sector which just so happened to be infested with flesh eating monsters.
Could anything be worse? Honestly, tell me a single situation worse than the one I’m currently experiencing. A fun night out with friends, a deep conversation with a stranger who just got me, understood the struggles I was dealing with. An innocent kiss with him, a guy who made my heart flutter into the night sky.