Bonita

I don't like walking around in strange places in the dark, especially if there is a good possibility I would die. Even with Randy's putrid clothes on, I could still smell the lilac in my hair. I hoped, and prayed to my spirit guides, that the beast would not find me. I was fast, but I didn't know if I could out run the beast.

The tension was building, I could almost taste it. Mira and I rounded the corner and came to an abrupt halt. The stench was over powering. There before us was a massive pile of dead bodies. "That's it! I can't take this anymore!" I half whispered and yelled. I became hysterical, Mira tried to calm me down, but my hysteria only made her panic, too.

"you must stop carrying on this way, Bon, the beast will surely find us."

I thought I heard a growl coming from the other side of the heap. I had to get out of there, there must be a way out. I instinctively looked up, I could see the moonlight trying to make it's way into the damp tunnel. "I am leaving, whether you're with me or not." I quickly climbed the mound of corpses to where the hatch was and broke my way out. Once topside I ran. I ran like I had never run before. I didn't look back. I had to get out of West Port. It wasn't safe there. It wasn't safe anywhere, not anymore. I had done what was asked of me, now I had to leave.

I didn't stop running until I had made it back into the forest. I climbed the tallest tree I could find, as high as it would permit. and then, I closed my eyes in exhaustion as tears poured down my face.