Difficult question as always. Whenever I read these prompts, for some reason I automatically assume it will be a piece of cake. Then when I sit down to actually write the prompt, I’m stumped. For me, actual blogging is harder than creating a random story. There’s something about opening up and admitting these are my thoughts and feelings that make it hard to complete blogging prompts. But anyway, I’m determined to complete this one, so here I go:
I don’t have the time. This is an excuse I’ve heard slip out of my mouth so often I might as well have it tattooed to my forehead (ouch, just thinking about that makes me cringe xD). But really, I don’t have time! It’s true but at the same time, it’s not.
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.
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.
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.
Both his palms and forehead pressed against the closed door. The pain twisting inside his stomach borderlined being tasered on the side, something he experienced while entering the police academy, except this made him want to upchuck the cup of noodles he managed to force down the night before.