... I heard them before I saw them ... By Elecia
I was hiding in a shadowy corner, I heard them before I saw them. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I ran. Past the old bakery, leaning on cracked walls, and through the corridors of the unwanted church. A realisation hit me like ten bullets as I left the old ruined stadium, I couldn’t hide here, there was nowhere to hide! Dogs were heard howling madly not far behind. I had overheard the plan of which city they were going to strike down next, my city. I woke up with a start, it had been a dream or had it?