Marisol continued to walk, wondering at the quiet stillness that surrounded her. Her wandering, although random, seemed to have a purpose she did not understand. Despite ten years of being able to come here, she still didn’t understand this place. Movement made her stopped, and her guard went up. She felt a weight in her hand and looked to see that her gun was suddenly there, appearing as a reaction to her guard.
Marisol looked towards the movement and saw a single wolf there, looking briefly at her. Her breathing quickened, but her instincts told her the wolf wouldn’t hurt her. Then as quickly as it had come, the wolf departed. Marisol took a deep breath and continued wandering, finding herself in different apartment building. A baby’s cry, caught her attention.
It’s not real…it’s just a dream! She thought futilely. She had to follow the sound.
Upon opening the door to an apartment, she found the child in a crib and something stood over it. It was small, but grotesque. It had the appearance of a badger, but one mutilated. It stood over the child, and began to reach for the child with a bloody claw.
Marisol didn’t want to shoot. She couldn’t hit the baby. Its just a dream. It’s not real! she looked around and there was a rock on the floor. Not taking the time to think about how odd that was, she picked it up and threw it at the creature.
It hissed at her as the rock it it, turning its flaming red eyes towards her. Suddenly, Marisol knew that unlike the wolf, this creature hated her, and wanted her to die.
Marisol looked towards the movement and saw a single wolf there, looking briefly at her. Her breathing quickened, but her instincts told her the wolf wouldn’t hurt her. Then as quickly as it had come, the wolf departed. Marisol took a deep breath and continued wandering, finding herself in different apartment building. A baby’s cry, caught her attention.
It’s not real…it’s just a dream! She thought futilely. She had to follow the sound.
Upon opening the door to an apartment, she found the child in a crib and something stood over it. It was small, but grotesque. It had the appearance of a badger, but one mutilated. It stood over the child, and began to reach for the child with a bloody claw.
Marisol didn’t want to shoot. She couldn’t hit the baby. Its just a dream. It’s not real! she looked around and there was a rock on the floor. Not taking the time to think about how odd that was, she picked it up and threw it at the creature.
It hissed at her as the rock it it, turning its flaming red eyes towards her. Suddenly, Marisol knew that unlike the wolf, this creature hated her, and wanted her to die.