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An introduction...

Chapter 1, Part 1...

"Tap" " Tap..."

She looked out of the windows and felt her heart dropped a little. It had been increasingly dropping these past few days.

"Persistent ugly bastards.." she swore quietly and looked on. This time ignoring the creatures, she looked around the outskirt of the house.

Scanning the area, she quickly calculated her way out. Too easy, too dangerous, not good, no escape route, easy to be overpowered... She dismissed it one by one until she found just the right one.

"Such a bad idea.." talking to herself. It’s a habit that is hard to break, but she found a comfort in hearing the voice of a human being. Even if it’s her own.

Letting out a sigh, she closed her eyes for the moment. Eyes screwed shut and with fist clenched, she stood still as if contemplating her next move. Few seconds trickled by. A distant resounding crash was heard and her eyes flew wide open. She looked out the window again and saw that the neighbour car windows are now shattered. Her mouth set, she gathers her thoughts or more like courage, she thought grimly and went down to the kitchen.

Whistling a songless tune, she went through the kitchen cabinets and drawers. Foraging and tossing things out needlessly. The clatters and clangs of kitchenware falling to the floors and tables created a din that erased the nearing persistent tapping sound that she dreads.

When she went out, she is wearing a makeshift belt with several types of knives including a butcher knife tucked snugly in. She walked upstairs to the study and opens the door to the balcony.

Standing at the edge of the balcony, she looked down. The creatures are still tapping softly the onto the entries of the house. They still didn't notice her, she thought.

"Ready. Steady. Go..."

She sucked in a deep breath and jumped.

Comments

yes! i'm not lonely anyomore! even Dils make typos!

lol

but honestly.. nice start. what could be the creatures be. hmm.. this is josh wheedonesque i guess. blade.. creatures ... feeling trapped and bad ass heroine!

next please
Dils said…
Hahaha... typos... sometimes I never really noticed it after I had published... and I still can't see it unless somebody pointed it out.


Ah yes.. part 2 is already finished. Maybe I will publish it later...

Nuffnang

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