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Authors: Rebecca Ethington
Tags: Horror, Dystopian, dystopian adventure, dystopian action, dystopian apocalyptic, appocalyptic, dystopian adult thriller
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rippled
through me, sending my heart into a thick beat as it jumped into my
throat, my mind running wild with fear. The shuffling sounds of
Travis’s movement had ended with the sound.
It was the same as before, when I had
been standing between the aisles.
My heart thundered against my chest as
I looked toward Travis, almost expecting the same grey shadows.
Instead, it was only my brother, his eyes wide with fear as he
looked toward where the sound had come from.
I wanted to find comfort in
the fact that he had heard it, too, but I couldn’t because
he had heard it.
It wasn’t the same haunting sound that only I had heard, it was
real.
My eyes met Travis’s as my breath
caught in my throat, my fear thundering as he held my gaze. As we
waited. Waited for another one to come. Waited to know where the
danger was.
And who had followed us
inside.
Creak.
The sound came again, and I jumped,
turning toward the place in the ceiling that the sound had echoed
from. I was sure I had heard the last moan of old floorboards from
another side of the house. The sound of what was unmistakably a
step echoing around us. These were not the Talons of the monsters;
these were the steps of men, the assassins sent to finish us
off.
The picture I had held was now nothing
more than a crumpled piece of paper in my fist, my body tight as I
tried to remember how to breathe. I stood still as I waited for
another one, knowing it would come, even though I didn’t want it
to.
Creak.
Click.
The moan of the old wood flared at the
step of whatever was above us, the sound immediately followed by
the high, sharp click that haunted my dreams. The click of talons
against hard wood. Each noise sounded against the floor in two
different locations above us, each one belonging to someone
different. Two different things that searched for us.
My jaw clenched together in a tight
line as the sounds came. My eyes darted toward where Travis sat,
his hands frozen as he stared at me, his eyes unwavering from
mine.
I could tell he had thought the same
thing—that Abran’s men had found us—but the sounds said anything
but. The sounds belonged to the long, golden talons of the Tar, not
of Abran’s men.
Or so I desperately hoped.
Click.
Another one, closer to the staircase
than the last, the sound loud and angry as it echoed down the
stairwell toward us.
Travis looked toward the noise, his
body slowly uncurling to a stand as he pulled his gun out, his
hands holding onto the cold steel as he lifted it toward the dark
mouth of the stairs, toward the echoes of sound that were moving
down toward us.
Click.
The sounds kept coming; the clicks of
talons, the long groan of a step against wood. They came so fast I
couldn’t tell if they were people, or monsters, or both. I knew
what they wanted, though.
The sound of the tap of the creatures’
talons jumped through my blood. My chest heaved as my heart pulsed
heavily through me. I moved toward Travis slowly, the picture of
the family still wadded in my hand as I carefully stepped around
the broken room to reach my brother. His muscles were swelling as
he kept his aim on the only door in front of us. The only way for
us to get out, and for them to get in.
“ What is it?” I asked, my
voice shaking as I spoke, hoping that Travis would catch my
meaning. It wasn’t so much what they were, but who they were
with.
“ I have the light. If it is
the Tar, it should be enough.” His voice was deep and distorted
through his teeth, the growl of the words not helping to ease my
panic.
“ And if it’s
not?”
I had only barely asked the question
when the clicks changed, the slow, paused sound that jerked through
my nerves mutating into a torrent of clicks and taps, the stampede
of talons against the floor echoing down to us in an avalanche of
noise.
I fought the scream that rose up in my
chest, the fear that threatened to incapacitate me as it rippled
through my body.
“ Travis?” I asked, the
question lost as
through me, sending my heart into a thick beat as it jumped into my
throat, my mind running wild with fear. The shuffling sounds of
Travis’s movement had ended with the sound.
It was the same as before, when I had
been standing between the aisles.
My heart thundered against my chest as
I looked toward Travis, almost expecting the same grey shadows.
Instead, it was only my brother, his eyes wide with fear as he
looked toward where the sound had come from.
I wanted to find comfort in
the fact that he had heard it, too, but I couldn’t because
he had heard it.
It wasn’t the same haunting sound that only I had heard, it was
real.
My eyes met Travis’s as my breath
caught in my throat, my fear thundering as he held my gaze. As we
waited. Waited for another one to come. Waited to know where the
danger was.
And who had followed us
inside.
Creak.
The sound came again, and I jumped,
turning toward the place in the ceiling that the sound had echoed
from. I was sure I had heard the last moan of old floorboards from
another side of the house. The sound of what was unmistakably a
step echoing around us. These were not the Talons of the monsters;
these were the steps of men, the assassins sent to finish us
off.
The picture I had held was now nothing
more than a crumpled piece of paper in my fist, my body tight as I
tried to remember how to breathe. I stood still as I waited for
another one, knowing it would come, even though I didn’t want it
to.
Creak.
Click.
The moan of the old wood flared at the
step of whatever was above us, the sound immediately followed by
the high, sharp click that haunted my dreams. The click of talons
against hard wood. Each noise sounded against the floor in two
different locations above us, each one belonging to someone
different. Two different things that searched for us.
My jaw clenched together in a tight
line as the sounds came. My eyes darted toward where Travis sat,
his hands frozen as he stared at me, his eyes unwavering from
mine.
I could tell he had thought the same
thing—that Abran’s men had found us—but the sounds said anything
but. The sounds belonged to the long, golden talons of the Tar, not
of Abran’s men.
Or so I desperately hoped.
Click.
Another one, closer to the staircase
than the last, the sound loud and angry as it echoed down the
stairwell toward us.
Travis looked toward the noise, his
body slowly uncurling to a stand as he pulled his gun out, his
hands holding onto the cold steel as he lifted it toward the dark
mouth of the stairs, toward the echoes of sound that were moving
down toward us.
Click.
The sounds kept coming; the clicks of
talons, the long groan of a step against wood. They came so fast I
couldn’t tell if they were people, or monsters, or both. I knew
what they wanted, though.
The sound of the tap of the creatures’
talons jumped through my blood. My chest heaved as my heart pulsed
heavily through me. I moved toward Travis slowly, the picture of
the family still wadded in my hand as I carefully stepped around
the broken room to reach my brother. His muscles were swelling as
he kept his aim on the only door in front of us. The only way for
us to get out, and for them to get in.
“ What is it?” I asked, my
voice shaking as I spoke, hoping that Travis would catch my
meaning. It wasn’t so much what they were, but who they were
with.
“ I have the light. If it is
the Tar, it should be enough.” His voice was deep and distorted
through his teeth, the growl of the words not helping to ease my
panic.
“ And if it’s
not?”
I had only barely asked the question
when the clicks changed, the slow, paused sound that jerked through
my nerves mutating into a torrent of clicks and taps, the stampede
of talons against the floor echoing down to us in an avalanche of
noise.
I fought the scream that rose up in my
chest, the fear that threatened to incapacitate me as it rippled
through my body.
“ Travis?” I asked, the
question lost as
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