Last Crawl Before We Walk Novels & Stories

go. Mom's eyes were empty. She couldn't see anything except the girl who'd taken everything from her. Her daughter. Her hope. The only reason she still wanted to live. Her grip tightened. Sadie's nails left red scratches across Mom's hands. She kicked wildly, knocking the blanket to the floor. Her face turned purple. Her lips went blue. Tears and snot ran down her face. Her hand scrambled across the nightstand until it found the lamp. With the last of her strength, Sadie grabbed the base and swung.

Disappointed, I pick up the tray and force myself to smile. But just as I take the first step forward, he clicks his tongue. “Crawl.” I blink. “A-alpha?” He leans forward, propping his elbows on his knees and staring at me like he’s about to bite into my throat. “Just like you did the other night. Crawl to me.” The other night?! That was different. I only wanted to save his life! I drop down to my knees. And slowly, I crawl. Keeping my eyes on him, yet mindful of spilling the drink. The floors are covered in a soft rug, so it doesn’t hurt my knees.

Time. He’s walking near the edge of the cliff, steps strange, movements stiff. Frowning, I concentrate past the blurriness at where he is heading. By the looks of it, he’s walking right to the edge. Maybe I should call out to him, to see what he is doing, but against my better judgment, I keep quiet, instead opting to just watch the immortal. That is, until he stops in his place, staring out over the edge of the cliff. And then, he falls, straight over the cliff

Not to myself. “No,” I whispered. “It’s just beginning.” The earth beneath us pulsed, as if the void had left a heartbeat in its wake. A low thrum, faint but steady. The crack was closed, but not healed. The scar ran deep. Kael shivered, and I helped him to his feet. His strength was returning, but too slowly. “Come on,” I said, glancing at the horizon where dawn threatened to break. “We need to get out of here before something else crawls through.”

Give up is not the right word for me, but to keep striving until I convince him. I let myself roam and check all the things in the room. Before I touch the things, I whisper to ask permission then I put them back. It feels alive here. It is like I’ve been here before. I kept checking the scrapbook but slowly turned the page to ensure I would not see any scary or creepy paintings until I heard a loud growl booming upstairs. I rushed to look at the hole and saw darkness everywhere. I bite my upper lip and walk upstairs to check on Caleb.

Signal the guards. And walk straight into the alley.

And the cold shadows of the moon drew nearer. "I don't know. I don't know what we are going to do" Curl said as he reluctantly started walking away from the spot towards the path they came by, and Little Ben followed, in his steps. **** Iliya was still walking, though slowly but steady. She seemed not to have stopped even for a bit. And when the crickets started their preachings, she knew she'd better find a place to rest and continue her journey when the daylight breaks. But was there even time to rest? The day might have started seeing it's retreat, but she was afraid not to make it a demise, for she had not accomplished anything yet.

**** i cant wait to rip you all to shreds ! T H I S I S N O T A D R E A M walking on eggshells is far more difficult with digitigrade legs, im not gonna try to be nice anymore i dont need to be nice anymore why be nice when you can ****? why just **** when you can slaughter? nobody can stop me from lighting up the post office, nobody can stop me from gouging out your eyes im no god but im closer than you im no angel but you might be soon

James glanced sideways at me as we walked, that dark, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “You’re leaving a trail,” he murmured. “Anyone who looks down will see it—shiny streaks on those pretty legs.” I clenched hard around nothing, trying to hold more of him inside. It only forced another thick drop free. It slid past my knee before I could stop it. “Then walk faster,” I whispered, voice rough. “Before someone notices.”

Thump. The vibration traveled up through the soles of my boots, rattling my teeth in their sockets. Dust danced on the dark rocks. We froze. Muscles locked. Breath held. "Walkers," Barzil hissed. The word was a curse. He shoved us into the shadows of a collapsed turbine, his grip bruising my arm. High above, on the ridge of the ravine, a nightmare crested the horizon.