Day 29: Full Moon

Day 29: Full Moon

She ran through the forest barefoot, the feel of the trail underfoot the only sign that she was on the right path. The canopy was dense, blocking out the light of the full moon, but she knew it was there. It was why she was running, instead of waiting out the night in a nearby cave.

There were werewolves out tonight, and if she wasn’t careful, she would become on of them too. If they didn’t kill her that was.

The sound of a snapping branch nearby told her she wouldn’t make it home.

I wish octopus could learn how to read. They could be pen pals with middle schoolers.

Would be asleep right now, but there are Fictional Characters to imagine in emotional situations. You know how it is.

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Day 27: Nothing

She knew that it wasn’t real, that none of it was real, because it smelt like nothing. She had thought after the fields, after the camps, that anything would smell better, and it would, but there was nothing.

The hair on the back of her neck rose as she heard a sound by the door, and every muscle tensed, her animal brain screaming of the wrongness of this place. It she was lucky; it was all a dream.

Then again, she had never been lucky.

Day 26: Rain

She dropped to her knees in thanks for the prayer that was soon to be answered. She could smell the rain on the air, not yet there, but so close that she could almost taste it. The crops would get water, they wouldn’t starve, not this year.

The undead hordes could still break through their defences and kill them all, but it wouldn’t be because they were too weak from hunger to fight the legions off. Finally, after weeks of waiting, it was going to rain, and she hoped those dead bastards all drowned in it.