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Lydia Martin would never have thought she would refuse to sleep because of some silly nightmares. She knew better. Dreams were a figment of her imagination, they weren’t real. But the idea of having to go through them terrified the living hell out of her.

It had been about a week since she stopped really sleeping, taking small naps and drinking healthy energy drinks that did absolutely nothing. She was sitting across the other, and she knew just y feeing their eyes on her what they were thinking.

“I’m fine.” She didn’t even look up from the magazine she was flipping through, tapping a finger on the wooden table. “Stop looking at me like I’m going to break down.”

Bullet holes everywhere, cars turned over, stores abandoned. The once beautiful town felt like it was in ruins. And it was up to the people still in that town to fix it.

So there Sal was, standing in the school library, alone. The school had been closed for days, people were still reeling from the all out attack, from the news that- well things were still fuzzy for her. She hadn’t really had time to process the information, just had to keep working.

Picking up broken chairs, pieces of wood, splinters large enough to hold. She had to keep her mind moving, keep going, because once she stopped, she’d have to start understanding the why, and the how.

Which, even after the patrols of citizens with guns barring people in their homes, in stores, keeping them ‘safe’, was more terrifying.

Hearing a noise, she turned, instinct causing her to brandish the table leg she was holding.

[ sms ] I’m all moved in, the grill is set up. Got the meat.

It was her or them. It was her or them.  It was her or them. 

Tosh could barely handle all the pain and strife and death coursing through her veins. It was strong, and putrid, evil.

It was delicious.

Hands ran up into her hair, and she let out a loud groan, before opening her eyes. Wide blown black pupils, swirling with blue fire. The black fox took several steps forward, watching someone new come into view.

She may have been fed, but she wasn’t full.

“... come to feed the fox? I sure hope those hands aren’t clean ...”

The fox was plunged into darkness, and drowning, reveling in it.

[ sms ] So ... maybe we should celebrate being alive.