#killerskitten

Julie was out for blood. Time was an illusion in this world, but it seemed like forever since her last trial. She was beginning to crave the rush of the chase, the satisfaction of a hit, and the power the kill. The moment she caught sight of a survivor, only seconds into the trial, she sprinted at him, knife reared and ready to hit. 

First it was Bill, then Jake, then Jane... She had found and hit all three in less than a minute, and was hungry for the fourth. Her keen senses told her they were far off, a risky run, for sure. She’d likely exhaust herself before she got to them, but that didn’t stop her from trying. 

Julie’s legs felt like lava as she pushed herself in that direction, determined to prove her body wrong. As she got closer, she saw the survivor in the distance and her adrenaline skyrocketed, driving her to move even faster. 

Julie could almost taste the satisfaction as she barreled toward the survivor, who she couldn’t recognize immediately. Fresh meat? She pondered to herself, the thought just enough to distract her. She seemed to realize her close proximity a second too late to slow down. Panicking, she stopped herself suddenly, causing her to tumble forward and slam into the survivor. It was less of a graceful stabbing and more of an aggressive tackling into the wall of the shack.