Last Crawl Before We Walk Novels & Stories

White skin, check. Face? Nah. Is that even a face? She approached us with two other women behind her. But how they walk towards us amazed me. The surroundings are like in slow-motion. Just like Catriona Gray did? Lava walk? But their walk is called differently. 'Whore walk' it should be called. They look like fools walking. It's still slowing down, you seem to be in slow motion, huh.

to appear after we climbed 300 steps, Many people were already lagging behind as Rylee and I overtook many people. Though slowly but surely, The stamina we needed to climb each step was increasing, and after climbing every step, It felt like someone was putting a bit of weight upon us, and that weight gets higher and higher as we climb each step. After passing the 600th step, even though I was starting to feel tired and heavier, Rylee was faring worse than me, but we kept climbing after adjusting our pace. From the initial 500 some people, Only around 100 were moving steadily like us. After passing the 800th step, only 80 people moved steadily, and Rylee was having a hard time. One and a ha

The bottoms of her trousers were wet. “Honey, if it isn’t the entrance of the village but the gathering place of fierce animals, we’re heading for our doom.” Cedrick replied seriously without hesitation, “I will get down first. Please don’t jump down until I confirm that it's safe.” Catelyn rolled her eyes and stopped joking with him. They held their breath and concentrated on climbing down the cliff. Soon, they stood on the ground steadily.

But this is about doing this the right way. This is about us meeting each other in the middle, about seeing versions of ourselves that we’ve been hiding to protect ourselves. So I’ll endure this craving I feel, because soon, we’ll be together again. For real this time. I finally find the will to climb out of bed. I pull on leggings and a sweatshirt and go for a walk because my legs will ache and swell if I don’t move. The walk is actually just around my compound… which is in fact large enough to get my blood flowing as well as it should.

Even if it was just for an entitled, bratty girl who I was quickly starting to loathe. It was only after an hour or so later that a new scent finally did hit me, something clean and refreshing. Like… water. “You can slow down now,” Clarissa said, much to my relief. I really was at the end of my rope at this point, pain shooting down my legs and back. Clarissa was quite tiny but even her weight was quickly taking a tax on me. “There is a creak just up ahead,” she instructed. “You need to walk into it and continue south.”

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I cried, kneeling beside her. “I can’t,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I can’t move…” My heart raced as I tried to help her up, but her body was too weak. She couldn’t stand, couldn’t walk. I cursed under my breath, my mind spinning with panic. I had to get her out of here, but there was no time. The sound of hissing filled the air, and I looked up just in time to see one of the skin walkers slithering toward us. Its eyes glowed in the darkness, and its tongue flicked out, like a snake tasting the air.

She begins to walk towards me, both of us closing the gap and she reaches out to me. I make to wrap my hand around hers to pull her close when suddenly the ground splits open, the deafening rumble splitting through my eardrums, and we’re torn apart. My fingers barely brushing her fingertips as we’re thrown back, and the terrifying shrieks of hundreds of crawlers rip through the air…

Once I was in, she stepped behind and closed the door until we were in complete darkness. ‘Walk!’ she pushed my back, and I took a step, I could hear her following behind me. Please don’t let this be it, I can’t die here. I took small steps careful not to lose my footing, the hairs at the back of my neck were on high alert, I could hear her sharpening her claws on the wall as she occasionally scratched the sides, the noise made my teeth itch. I took a bigger step and stumbled one hand reaching out the grab the wall, the damp water hit my skin, I felt something run over my hand each of its legs tapping over my skin. I hate things that crawl.

I can't move backwards. Eventually, I decide to move forward, and with my fingers on the cracks and ledges in the wall, I propel myself forward. It's becoming more strenuous and it's showing in my uneven breathing, in the rapid hammer of my heart. I'm almost turning purple, goddess. I climb until my limbs weaken before I finally make it to the top. I collapse on the floor as soon as I reach, forcing breath into my lungs while wetting my throat. A few moments after my breath is stabilized, I hear the wailing sound of a baby.