CHOSEN ONE.

❛  hey  asshole !! --- are  you  trying  to  get  yourself  killed ?  ❜ the  words  are  hissed  in  low  whisper,  body  ducked  &&  hopeful  to  remain  out  of  sight  from  any  predators. despite   it    being   the  end  of  the  world,  the  chosen  one  thing  still  damned  her,  sticking  her  neck  out  for  those  she  barely  knew.  Repentance  maybe,  after  all  this  whole  thing  practically  fell  upon  her  shoulders.   the  human  race  was   dwindling,  and  vampires  out  numbered  them  ten  to  one.  worn  soles  of  sneakers  stamp  out  what  was  left  of  his  flames,  blue  eyes  cut  cold  in  his  direction.   ❛  there’s  three  hours  to  daylight,  which  means  they’re  desperate  ---  you  get  stupid,  they  find  you. ❜  he  probably  knows  the  routine,  hell  ---  everyone  who  managed  to  escape  them  had  it  down.