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Survival is the key, and I should get killed by a wild animal in the forest than for me to be killed by that old beast and his companions. 'Find me!' I heard once more. I don't know why the voice sounded so familiar, but the voice was just talking inside my head. Still use my eyes to scan my entire surroundings. Finally, I saw a small hut and decided to make my way inside, but then I stopped. Those after me would know that I'm inside the hut. Thunderstrike once more and I saw a danger signal on the left side of the hut, and something flashed into my head. This hut!

My heart races as I scan my surroundings, desperately searching for anything that could help me survive. Ahead, I spot a fallen branch… thick and sturdy. I dash toward it, grasping it in my hands just as I hear him barreling toward me. I turn, the branch raised high, and as he lunges again, I swing with all my might. The branch connects with the side of his head, and he stumbles, momentarily dazed.

“I’ve been trained to pass out on my side or face down. Limits risk of choking. If I’m on my back, I was knocked out before it happened.” “You are on your back.” “Blair, do you see anything around me? Is the floor I’m on, wood? Concrete?” “Um, wood and nothing else.” “This is good. The future is always changing. We aren’t going to do shit. Make snap decisions and try to keep me from getting kidnapped. However, if it happens, Blair, you need to focus. Focus on the details around me so the boys can find me. I’ll keep myself alive, but they will need help to find me.”

Memories of pack training rush back, skills I thought long forgotten igniting as survival drives me. Its claws slice across me, its fangs bite deep, but my smaller frame allows me to move quickly, avoiding the most fatal strikes. I rip into its torso, aiming for soft flesh. When its jaws lock onto my hip, I retaliate, clamping down on the tender flesh beneath its arm. It yelps and loosens its grip. I pivot fast, sinking my teeth into its stomach. The taste of blood fills my mouth as I shake, tearing until organs spill out. The beast staggers with a scream, but I cannot stop now. I lunge, snapping its neck between my jaws. Its body goes limp, collapsing lifelessly at my feet.

“You will be dead in a couple of hours, so sit tight.” I felt a pit in my stomach, and I searched through the first-aid box. Then I found a metallic pair of scissors. I managed to put my fingers in between the holes, then I opened it, positioning my hand in between the legs. At first, I thought it was a waste of time, but after a few seconds of grazing the surface of the tape on the scissors, a cut was made. Relief washed over me, and I continued until the entire tape was cut off. Then I laid down on the floor of the trunk, trying to control my breathing.

So he told me himself didn’t he, in that arrow storm. Survive. For him I must survive and live on. Get strong and make all of them pay for what they have done to us. Nothing is too little. I must survive. For him, my true family back home. Even if I never see them again. At least I can live on for them! I slowly got to my feet. Looking around, I saw the knife that I had dropped. Sitting on the floor, covered in a load of dust. Reaching down, I picked it up and held it tightly.

I keep my eyes on the monster, whose teeth are only inches away from my jugular. Cree sees me in distress but is busy with two others, so I am on my own. I must scoot with this zombie asshole attacking me. He snaps and barely misses me, but I have the advantage now that the stick is in my grasp. “Go to hell, you blood-sucking apocalypse bastard!” I scream as I plunge the dainty tree limb into the middle of his chest cavity. Mr. zombie deadweight slumps on top of me. I shove his limp body off, get to my feet, and then pull out the piece of wood stuck in his chest. This could be useful later.

"I said that you were going to be special. It didn't matter if ya mama didn't want you because you were going to rule the world." "Exactly Auntie. I did rule it even if it was just for a minute." I could feel my tears hitting the back of my eyes. At that moment I was almost done getting the knot out. I heard the clock on the wall buzz. I looked over at it and it read exactly five minutes. I looked up and saw the blade slowly moving downward. I looked at the saw on the floor. If I cut the rope it would lose control and instantly kill her. The wood around the contraption was made out of metal reinforced to look like wood. The only way would be to cut her feet off to get her out. That would be

I heard a wet and sickening sound of metal tearing through thick flesh nearby. A heavy and armored thud followed immediately and shook the gravel path just a few feet away from my hiding spot. My eyes snapped open and my survival instincts instantly hijacked my exhausted brain. I held my breath and pressed my body deeper into the dark shadows of the weeping angel. I slowly crawled forward on my hands and knees until I reached the edge of the tall bushes. I carefully pushed a few wet branches aside and peered through the small gap into the adjoining path. The dim moonlight broke through the storm clouds and illuminated a horrifying scene.

Every footstep on the concrete sent a jolt of fear through my body, making me feel like some cornered animal in a horror movie, just waiting for the killer to pull me out by the ankle. I forced myself to look around, desperately searching for anything I could use. My eyes landed on a long metal pipe wedged between a toolbox and an old tire. It wasn’t huge, but it was heavy enough. Before I knew it, my fingers closed around it; the cold metal stung my palms, grounding me and reminding me that if I didn’t fight now, I might not get another chance. I swallowed hard. Three guys. Stronger, bigger, faster. Every part of me screamed that this wasn’t a fight I could win... but I didn’t need to win.