The Heart Mongrel

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My feet struggled to find purchase, rounding the corner so quickly, a speed I was sure my body was never meant to meet. Hence, I was flailing my arms in a circle to keep my face off the pavement. Somehow managing to stay upright, I didn’t stop. My heart, legs, and lungs begged me to while my brain was still screaming, “HURRY UP!!!”

There was little other thought; speed, I needed more speed. Because my little human legs weren’t enough, but they had to be. I had to get away, get there. There was safe. I didn’t know where there was… yet. I’d know when I got there. With no one else around, the streets empty in an eerie, apocalyptic manner; this was not the place I needed to be.

Why couldn’t it be zombies? I had watched years’ worth of films and read ‘survival’ guides. Although terrifying, I felt far more prepared for zombies than this. I had a baseball bat and plenty of canned foods. Take off all my shoelaces (trip hazard, come on newbs) and I was good to go for at least a month.

But no! It had to be a giant, horrid monster tearing apart the city like a toddler throwing a tantrum. And I would know, my own toddler threw a tantrum when I left her and her brother in the ‘safe zone’.

Turning another corner, I had the beast in my sights, even though far away still. It was that large. In my peripheral, I saw the green of army men and machines. They were setting up for an attack, so my time was limited—even more than before.

With the element of surprise, I was able to fly over the barrier they had set and only tumble a little, keeping my forward projection. A few shouted; that was all they could do from the shock.

Because who would be crazy enough to run towards the monster?

The last thing I heard before the beast's growls covered up all other sounds was one particular soldier with a booming voice. “HEY, LADY! GET OUT OF THERE!!”

But it was too late, slowing my pace as the creature turned to me. Its long snout reminded me of a dog, while the drooling it did was like it was teething. I shuddered to think of the massive sharp teeth popping through its gums. The inky black skin sparkled like onyx in the waning sunlight, almost looking like it was on fire. The long talons on its hands matched the ones on its feet, both long enough to leave marks in the earth for a pretty nice pool (an in-ground pool that went to five feet deep)

Most importantly, its eyes, bright green and shimmery like a precious gem. And they were pointed right on me.

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