Just Another Girl ; Abadoned House Near the Compound ; Open
She was running. But, she wasn't running fast enough. They were gaining on her. Usually, she would turn around and fend them off, but she couldn't. She was scared. Terrified. She was going to die. For real. Permanently, if she didn't get away.
She tripped. The moans grew louder. Tears stung her eyes. She scrambled to get up. She found her footing. She was running again. The moans were softer now. She was almost away. She saw a door. Her legs burned. They felt heavy and detached from her body. She hated this feeling. It was new. Her breath was ragged. She was exhausted. She never got exhausted running. This was also new.
She had heard about the compound. She knew she was close, but she had no idea how close. She just needed shelter. Just for a little while.
She reached the door. It was locked. She lifted her leg to kick it open. She kicked like a girl. She barely made a dent. The moans were growing louder again. Another couple kicks. At least she still had some muscles left. The door opened. Freedom. Safety. She slammed it shut and shoved a chair against the handle.
The small house seemed to be empty. She didn't hear anything and the moans seemed to pass. They had given up. For now, it seemed. She collapsed onto the ground, but before her breathing could go back to normal, tears spilled out of her eyes. Buckets upon buckets.
She wasn't a normal girl, so why was she suddenly just a normal girl? A few days ago, she could fend off thousands upon thousands of those creatures with ease. And now...she had to run. Just like a helpless girl. And she was alone. Completely alone. And scared. God, she was so scared.
Buffy Summers was no longer a vampire slayer. She was no longer the chosen one. She was just a regular girl. Just another girl. Just like she always wished she could be. And now it was true. And she hated it more than anything.
She tripped. The moans grew louder. Tears stung her eyes. She scrambled to get up. She found her footing. She was running again. The moans were softer now. She was almost away. She saw a door. Her legs burned. They felt heavy and detached from her body. She hated this feeling. It was new. Her breath was ragged. She was exhausted. She never got exhausted running. This was also new.
She had heard about the compound. She knew she was close, but she had no idea how close. She just needed shelter. Just for a little while.
She reached the door. It was locked. She lifted her leg to kick it open. She kicked like a girl. She barely made a dent. The moans were growing louder again. Another couple kicks. At least she still had some muscles left. The door opened. Freedom. Safety. She slammed it shut and shoved a chair against the handle.
The small house seemed to be empty. She didn't hear anything and the moans seemed to pass. They had given up. For now, it seemed. She collapsed onto the ground, but before her breathing could go back to normal, tears spilled out of her eyes. Buckets upon buckets.
She wasn't a normal girl, so why was she suddenly just a normal girl? A few days ago, she could fend off thousands upon thousands of those creatures with ease. And now...she had to run. Just like a helpless girl. And she was alone. Completely alone. And scared. God, she was so scared.
Buffy Summers was no longer a vampire slayer. She was no longer the chosen one. She was just a regular girl. Just another girl. Just like she always wished she could be. And now it was true. And she hated it more than anything.