The Imprint is Always There...
Travel. One of the most distasteful things we have to do, especially when our own vehicle is out of commission. We couldn’t stay in that town, especially not after Ely did.
I can’t believe he did that. He went against everything we’ve worked for - everything that I’ve worked for - for something as simple and petty as a snack. He knows what having even one drop of human blood will do when you’ve been deprived…
The only reason he stopped after the sixth victim was because the sun was coming up.
Soon the hunters would start coming after us.
Not too long after that there wouldn’t be any more of us left.
Selfish bastard.
I don’t know where the others are; at the moment I don’t care about them because everything I’ve ever done for them was a matter of survival against the hunters that were constantly after us.
The engine turns off as the bus comes to a stop; I listen quietly as people start to get off. My body pressed against the side of the luggage compartment as I kick it out with my foot, hearing the lock pop and I quietly slip out of the underside with the one bag I own.
Walking away from the bus I drop my bag when I get to the corner, rolling my shoulders and stretching my back as best I can, hearing the subtle pops and cracks as my muscles stretch for the first time in hours.
Finally finding a motel with a vacancy sign up, I headed towards it, shifting my bag over my shoulder as the gravel grinds under my feet. The only sounds I can hear is the ice machine leaking and the candy machine’s light buzz as it grows weak.
It’s when I get towards the entrance that I smell something - someone - familiar and almost welcome. I can’t place it for a moment until I stop and brush my hair from my face, closing my eyes and inhaling deeply. A smile turns up the corners of my mouth as I quicken my footsteps when I turn the corner. “Sam.”
I can’t believe he did that. He went against everything we’ve worked for - everything that I’ve worked for - for something as simple and petty as a snack. He knows what having even one drop of human blood will do when you’ve been deprived…
The only reason he stopped after the sixth victim was because the sun was coming up.
Soon the hunters would start coming after us.
Not too long after that there wouldn’t be any more of us left.
Selfish bastard.
I don’t know where the others are; at the moment I don’t care about them because everything I’ve ever done for them was a matter of survival against the hunters that were constantly after us.
The engine turns off as the bus comes to a stop; I listen quietly as people start to get off. My body pressed against the side of the luggage compartment as I kick it out with my foot, hearing the lock pop and I quietly slip out of the underside with the one bag I own.
Walking away from the bus I drop my bag when I get to the corner, rolling my shoulders and stretching my back as best I can, hearing the subtle pops and cracks as my muscles stretch for the first time in hours.
Finally finding a motel with a vacancy sign up, I headed towards it, shifting my bag over my shoulder as the gravel grinds under my feet. The only sounds I can hear is the ice machine leaking and the candy machine’s light buzz as it grows weak.
It’s when I get towards the entrance that I smell something - someone - familiar and almost welcome. I can’t place it for a moment until I stop and brush my hair from my face, closing my eyes and inhaling deeply. A smile turns up the corners of my mouth as I quicken my footsteps when I turn the corner. “Sam.”