

Instincti barley felt the rain against my skin, or the oain in my side, or the cold. All i felt was the adrenalin rushing thru my veins, and the fear, the need to get out or there. the blood trickiling down my side warmed me, but i had a feeling it wouldnt matter if i bled to death, so i pressed my shirt against my skin, a stupid attmempt to stop the blood. i heard the shuffling footsteps of the- i'm sorry, i don't know what they are, all i know is that there after me, specificly me. i just need to reach the shelters, i know they can't get in. onley people, and light biengs can get in. i know thees- monsters, i guess- can't. aInstinct
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