daycare lady

What kind of kids the volleyball nerds were
  • Hinata: the child who wanted to compete in anything and everything from rock/paper/scissors to how long he could go without having to pee
  • Kageyama: the type of kid who never lost faith in Santa even when other children tried to say he wasn't real (... in fact he probably still believes in Santa O_O)
  • Tsukishima: the type who looked damned pretentious b/c he got along better with older kids rather than those who were his age
  • Yamaguchi: the shy son who always hid behind his mom's legs and spent more time playing with the sweet daycare lady than with other children
  • Nishinoya: that kid with the legendary birthday parties
  • Tanaka: the type who would probably pick up a bug and then proceed to terrorize girls by chasing them with it
  • Sawamura: the child who built amazing forts and led an army of other children in defense of said forts
  • Sugawara: the super popular kid b/c his PTA mom always invited other children over and prepared treats for his classmates
  • Azumane: the sweet son who totally had a crush on the cute pre-school teacher but never got the courage to confess before he moved on to kindergarten
  • Yachi: the child who was endlessly attracted to shiny things and stuffed animals
  • Shimizu: the girl who didn't like dolls or tea sets and instead preferred going outside for sports
You don’t own me // Epilogue

Originally posted by huzursuzhayaller

Word count: 1379

Warnings: A little angst but not really.

Author’s note: So here is the epilogue to the Ydom-series since I got so many requests for it :D I hope you like it my lovely anons, @byunshim , @itsthepurplegurlme and of course anyone else ♥♥♥

Masterlist

Recent: Aftermath

part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6 || part 7 || part 8 || part 9 || part 10 || part 11 || part 12 || part 13/ Final

“Oh god I totally forgot the time! I gotta go! I am sorry boss. I hope you are sympathetic about it.” You got up of the office chair.

“Sure go ahead! I just wanted to say that I am really satisfied with your progress throughout these past years Miss Y/L/N. I wish you a great weekend”, your boss said goodbye.

“Thank you very much. I am very grateful that I got the chance to work here. Have a nice weekend too.” You bowed deeply before your hurried out the door.

You quickly got into your car and started the motor. It took you twice the time you usally needed till you finally arrived at the small building. The rush hour in the evening were always horrible. Especially on friday.

“Shit, shit, shit”, you mumbled while running towards the entrance.

“Hi, hello, I am here now. I am so sorry for being late. I hope it didn’t make to much of a fuss. Where is Sunny right now?”, you apologised to one of the daycare ladies.

“No, don’t worry Miss Y/L/N. Sunny was already picked up by her “Daddy” “, she reassured you.

It felt like your heart stopped beating for a second and an indefinable pain clutched your chest. All the good mood from a second ago had vanished.

“You gave my child to a random stranger who said he was her father! Unbelieveable! How incompetent are you?! I swear to good if she is hurt or anything I will make sure you will pay for it! I gotta call the police right now!”, you stormed out to your car to get your phone as you saw a tall, dark man leaning against it. He was holding hands with Sunny. Your mouth gaped open. 

“Did you already forgot about me?”, this very well known smile greeted you.

You sprinted the remaining distance between the two of you to throw yourself into his arms. Burying your face deep into his shoulder to find this little bit of familarity.

“I have missed you…”

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If You Ever Need Someone, I Will Be There

In the true spirit of February, have some…Halloween? Yikes, this was a late one. But it’s fine. It’s fine. And who needs correct context when you can have SOLID BELLARKE FLUFF WITH A ONE YEAR OLD? Also I think it was @forgivenessishardforus and @ginalou16 who originally told me about this idea? Though I don’t remember and you might not either lol

(AO3)


It was weird, probably, that Clarke met her best friend because of her daughter. Although, to be fair, most of Clarke’s friendships came out of strange situations—she met Maya when she nearly attacked her over a misunderstanding; Murphy at the courthouse, where she was paying a ticket and he was on trial for robbery; and Raven when they realized they were both in a relationship with the same guy.

           Which was sort of, in a roundabout way, how the first one got started.

           When Clarke realized Finn was cheating on her, it was almost shockingly easy cut him out of her life—take back the key, change her Facebook status, and spend a few weeks bonding with the other girl to ease the nagging heartache she didn’t want to feel until it withered into nothing. At least, until she missed her period and got a test, just to be sure, and then Clarke spent hours curled in the bathroom crying, staring at those two stupid lines on the screen because she wasn’t ready for this.

           But, thankfully, she had nine months of cravings and cramps and general irritation (so just the normal you, Jasper noted, which got him kicked in the leg) to prepare, and a horde of overprotective friends and family members to get her through it, and when the baby came she was, if not primed for motherhood, excited to hold a little girl in her arms who was hers. She was determined to do it well, to prove she didn’t need Finn or any other parental figure to raise this child. And she didn’t, not really—not besides occasional babysitting from Lincoln when her professors wouldn’t allow children, or frantic 2am calls to her mother or Monty (who was weirdly knowledgeable about motherhood, considering). In terms of surviving and caring for little Callie, Clarke was perfectly fine on her own.

           The problem was in the finer details.

 –

“What do you mean, you’re not carving pumpkins?”

           Clarke sighed heavily and adjusted Callie on her hip, prying her hair out of the one-year-old’s grabby fingers. “There’s not much of a point, right? Callie can’t make one.”
           “So make one for her,” Raven demanded. “You can’t just skip out on the fun of holidays because you’ve got a baby to take care of.”

           “I’m not,” Clarke hedged.

           “Not what? Skipping out?”

           “Not because of Callie.”

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Don’t tell her blue’s a sad color

Mom doesn’t like poetry

since it’s not clear like how things should be.

Until you write her one, 

and beaming she’ll put it on the fridge with a magnet. 

Mom likes things sorted and clean, papers off 

the table or in the bin, dishes in the sink or the cupboard. 

What is this? Why is this here? 

If it’s clutter, it’s just stuff. Don’t save it.

In her room she has 37 years of photos

 and sometimes tears up when she thinks of her parents

but she would never admit it.

So, she laughs and means it 

when her grandchildren dump the box of toys across the living room 

and the dogs slide down the hall past the family photos 

and bang open doors after a bouncing ball. 

Most of the lines on her face come from laughing, crows’ feet dotting her crinkling eyes.

Her birdcall laugh hangs high above any room

like a day-warbler or a hooting night-owl over the treetops. 

So much of her is rocks and earth and order, 

but every bit of her speaks of beating wings and blue skies.

Mom’s favorite color is blue, deep like the ocean, bright like the sky.

Don’t tell her blue’s a sad color; 

she dressed her baby boy in the ocean and then his sister 

when she could fit his hand-me-downs, 

and then laughed when the disapproving daycare lady sent her daughter home in pink.

She lives with her husband of 36 years in a light blue house 

and relished painting skies on her kitchen and living room walls after 10 years of white and little time 

and laughed again when her children protested at the blue walls, rugs, and carpets.

Time may pass, and the blue curtains, rugs, and walls may have disappeared and her children may have had children, 

but blue is still her favorite color and her children are still her children, 

and she still doesn’t like poetry. 

Soothe Bell

Gency Week, day 7 - Journey!

Previous of the week and all of the prompts!

Now with a sequel!

So this is the last fic for this week! It’s been such an awesome time and it’s been lovely to see my dash filled with gency! All the art and the fics and everything else have been so good! And I’m amazed at how awesome you all are!!

And you’ve all been so sweet when it comes to feedback and I just wanna hug you all! <3

Here is my last fic, and it’s a pokémon au! I was thinking of posting it on AO3 as well, but I wrote it all today and there might be a bit too many mistakes. So it goes here instead :’)

Appropiate tags: Pokémon au, fluff, friends to lovers, friendship.

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peachyy-kid  asked:

also andromeda ofc

andromeda: describe your first best friend
-her name was Hope and we were best friends because we were the only 2 “girls” out of 7 people in our class………. she looked like matilda lowkey. wait that was in kindergarten but i had a best friend when i was even younger she was my daycare lady’s daughter called taylor we always played barbies when everyone else had to nap and i felt cool as fuck

They Come For Their Skin: Veronica Part 2

I exited first, and checked to make sure the coast was clear. Nothing in sight.

Daycare lady followed behind me. She closed the door behind her quietly, then turned around.

She screamed.

I slammed my hand over her mouth as quickly as possible while still cradling a two-year-old. Her eyes caught mine and she seemed to realize her mistake. We stood there for a few seconds, unmoving. Both of us terrified that she had summoned the beast.

When nothing came floating down the hallway, I breathed a sigh of relief and removed my hand.

“You can’t do that. It might still be close. Any noise could call it straight to us.” I whispered, moving my mouth almost to her ear.

“I’m…I’m sorry.” She said. I shushed her, and she repeated the apology at a more appropriate decibel.

“Come on, we don’t have much time. We’ve got to get out of here.” I whispered, but she wasn’t paying attention.

Instead, she was staring down the hallway. It curved out of sight before long, but that distance was more than enough. The floor around the day care only had a dozen or so bodies scattered about, but we were still close enough to see where the crowd had been stopped.

Even this far back, you could see start of the pile. The open hallway looked a little bit smaller with them stacked two or three high.

I grabbed her by the face and pulled her eyes back to mine.

“Hey, don’t think about it. I know, trust me, I know. But we can freak out about it later. Later, when we’re safe and comfy in our homes.” I whispered. She seemed to listen to my words and gave me a little nod of agreement, but her skin went pale the moment she looked away.

“There’s nothing we can do for them. They’re already dead.” I stated firmly before grabbing her hand and pulling her away from the crowd.

We walked a good distance in silence, save for the soft squishing of my blood-soaked socks. Thankfully, it wasn’t long before we were out of sight of any bodies. The Desolation hadn’t come this way. It was just an empty corridor. If I tried, I could almost imagine nothing had happened at all.

That seemed to be what daycare lady was doing. She was looking much better and easily keeping pace. I glanced behind me quickly before whispering again to her.

“What’s your name anyway?” She looked surprised at my sudden question, but whispered back a response.

“Betty.”

“Ok Betty. You work here, right? Tell me that there’s a way out in this direction. I’ve just been assuming this entire time.”

“Oh! Yes. There’s a back exit. We should be able to get out through there. We’ll have to walk all the way around to get to the parking lot though. That’s why I never take the back door.”

I stopped in place and stared at her for a second in disbelief.

“Betty, we’re not going to the parking lot. There’s a Desolation over there, remember?” I said.

Betty immediately paled again and her eyes dropped to the floor. I felt bad, pulling her out of whatever fantasy world she was currently living it, but it was for the best. I needed her to be present. I needed her to not screw up.

My only child’s life depended on it.

Without another word we continued down the hallway.

The sooner this was over, the better.


“Is that the back exit?” I whispered when a large steel doorframe appeared in the distance.

It had taken longer to get here than I had expected. It hadn’t seemed so long when I had run it earlier this very day, but the five full minutes of silent footfalls and growing tension was wearing on me.

“Yes.” She nervously replied.

I checked my daughter once more. Still sleeping like a stone. It was like a present from God, her ability to doze off anywhere and everywhere. Even as a newborn she hardly ever woke crying in the night.

Not at all like my son. I swear, that boy had never slept more than a consecutive two hours his entire life. Just the previous night, he had woken screaming from nightmares at least three times.

My brain baselined as I suddenly realized that he would never wake me in the night again. He was still laying there on the daycare floor where I had left him.

My whole world shifted, and I almost threw up. I had to stop and lean against the wall for a moment. It was the only way to keep from collapsing on the floor.

Betty stopped and turned to me, but didn’t approach. I didn’t pay her any attention. I was focused on taking deep breaths to stop the churning in my stomach.

I felt my daughter sleep twitch against my chest. I looked down to her sleeping angelic face.

I couldn’t do this. Not now at least. I had to protect her. I had to get her out of here.

Then I could break down.

I did my absolute best to push all thoughts of my son from my mind. They could only hurt me right now.

I straightened up and began to walk again. Betty watched me closely as I passed her, then fell into step behind me. She almost ran right into me when I suddenly stopped again.

“Why did you stop now?” She whispered from behind me.

I didn’t respond. Instead I grabbed her by the wrist and silently pulled her over to the side of the hall. When I was sure we were secluded enough, I whispered.

“There’s something over there. I saw movement.”

“What? I thought it went the other way?” She replied.

“I don’t know if it was the Desolation, but we should be careful. Let’s try to get a view before we approach.”

She nodded her head, and we began to creep closer. Pressed up against the inside wall of the hallway, every step revealed more of the curving path. Before long, I saw it again.

It wasn’t a Desolation. It looked human.

In fact, it looked like a leg. Like someone was lying on the floor, except the leg was moving. It jerked around as if the person were attempting a complicated dance whilst horizontal. Confused, I took a couple more steps to get the rest of the picture.

There was someone lying on the ground, and he was definitely flailing. I couldn’t tell for sure why, but I had a sneaking suspicion that it had to do with the other person. The one sitting on his chest, forcing some object tightly over his face.

My heart almost stopped beating when I realized what I was seeing.

This was murder.

Someone was being murdered right in front of me.

As if the Desolation wasn’t enough!

I hesitated for a moment. It didn’t seem like a very smart decision for two women and a baby to approach a murderer. Then again, the other option was an actual monster. I decided to chance the murderer.

I turned and found Betty white faced and watching the scene. I jerked my head, trying to tell her that I wanted to keep going. She understood me, but started shaking her head, no.

I looked back to the murder scene. The body wasn’t twitching anymore. The man didn’t seem to be letting up on his grip though. How long did it take to suffocate someone to death? I didn’t know, and maybe the man didn’t either. He didn’t seem to be taking any chances though.

I started walking. Betty seemed to hesitate for a moment before following. I was glad. I didn’t want to be alone.

We moved another ten feet or so. The man was still just sitting there, holding down the body.

I almost jumped when the large metal door swung open. I did shrink back onto the edge of the wall. I wasn’t quite out of sight, but it made me feel safer.

Through the door stepped another person. A burly man wearing a security uniform. I praised our lucky stars. He could let us out and stop the killer!

“Hey, what’s going on?” He asked after emerging through the door. I was surprised at how clearly his voice traveled down the empty hallway. Even at this distance, I could hear him as if he were only feet away.

“This man was having a seizure. I’m holding him down so he doesn’t hurt himself thrashing. Though, it seems to be over now.” Said the murderer.

Wait, a seizure? Is that what was happening? I felt stupid for misreading the situation. Of course it was something like that. Why would a murder be happening right here, right now?

I almost let out a laugh. Betty caught my eye and gave me a bright smile. We both started walking again, this time at a good pace. There was nothing to be scared of any more. We were safe.

The security guard was crouched beside the sick man now. He seemed to be checking his pulse. It seemed like these guys didn’t even know about the Desolation. They certainly didn’t seem concerned.

The man who I had thought a murderer was standing now. He was older, grey-haired with a seemingly friendly disposition. I expected him to turn and see us, but he never took his eyes off of the security guard. Even as he circled behind him, he didn’t look away.

The security guard was checking the prone man’s pulse now. I opened my mouth to call out. We were far enough from the Desolation by now. I was sure of it.

The words died on my lips before a single sound could be uttered.

We stopped again as we watched the older man pull something out of his pocket. It was too far to see clearly, but the glint of metal was obvious.

In a flash, he buried it into the security guard’s neck.

The burly guard fell on his side, hands instinctively groping for the knife, but the old man didn’t stop.

Again and again the steel flashed as he lifted it and plunged it back down over and over.

The guard wasn’t moving anymore. That didn’t seem to deter the old man. He just kept right on stabbing that knife down into the soft fatty skin. He didn’t seem focused on the neck any longer either. Rather, he seemed to be having the time of his life covering the entire body with puncture wounds.

I felt a tug on the back of my shirt and spun to see Betty. She jerked her head and began to creep back down the hallway. That seemed smart. I followed.

We continued to creep backwards, eyes never leaving the happening homicide until we were out of sight. Even then, we kept going for a while. The soft thud of flesh kept coming, so we could be sure he wasn’t done.

“What do we do?” Whispered Betty into my ear.

I didn’t know. Talk about a rock and a hard place. We hadn’t passed any other exits on the way here either. It was either head towards this crazed man, or towards the Desolation.

We ultimately decided on option three. Or rather, the ending of the noise chose for us. We couldn’t see, but the man seemed to have grown tired of chopping the guard to bits. It was all quiet for a moment before a loud clang indicated the closing of a door.

Once more, we crept forward. Each step was nerve wracking. I was sure that he would spot us and come running, but he was already gone.

There was no movement by the door now, except for the slowly spreading pool of blood.

We continued our approach cautiously, but we needn’t have worried. The old man had already left and the Desolation was far behind us. When we finally got to the door, I fretted over opening it. That man might be waiting on the other side.

My worry was for nothing. Even if he was on the other side, we couldn’t get to him. The door was locked.

“I thought we could get out through here?” I whispered to Betty.

“It’s never been locked before!” She quietly insisted, trying the handle once more. After a moment, she turned to me again. “Should I knock?”

I shook my head, no. Obviously that was a bad idea.

“How much further till the next exit?” I asked. She looked disheartened.

“There isn’t one. The hallway is sealed in the back. There’s a separate office area there. You can’t get there from here though.”

“What? There’s no other way out? Isn’t that a fire hazard or something?” I asked, suddenly furious.

“I don’t know. Why are you asking me? I just run a daycare!” She said as tears started to run down her cheeks.

This was bad. This was very bad. I desperately tried to think of what to do.

“Maybe we should just stay here?” Betty whispered between breaths. “Someone’s got to come through this door eventually.”

I considered her words. She had a point. We didn’t know how long it would take for someone to come save us, but it couldn’t be worse than trying to get past the Desolation, right?

My daughter shifted in my arms again. I looked down at her. She was getting restless. That usually meant I had an hour or so before she woke up. That’s when I realized the horrible truth.

“We can’t stay here.” I stated resolutely.

“Why not?” Asked Betty, looking distraught at my words.

“The pacifier.” I said.

“What?”

“I don’t have her pacifier. I fogot it at home this morning.”

“So what?” She asked.

“She’ll want her pacifier when she wakes. She always does. If she doesn’t get it…she’ll cry.” I said.

Betty looked like she wanted to slap me for a second, but then the truth dawned on her. She gazed past me, down the long empty hallway. If the voices of those men had traveled so far and so clearly, how far would a baby’s cry go?

“I won’t hold it against you if you want to stay here.” I said. Betty started crying again. I almost walked away, taking this as an agreement. Before I could leave though, a few quiet words slipped through her lips.

“Don’t…don’t leave me here alone.” She whispered. I took her hand and held it tightly in mine.

Together, we walked towards the beast.


“I thought you said they were already dead?” Came a hushed whisper from behind me. We had made it back to the daycare room. Despite the grizzly sight of the floor before us, we began our trek towards the front doors. At least, we had begun. Now, Betty was stopped, staring at one of the bodies on the floor.

I looked too. She was right. This one wasn’t dead.

The man on the floor wasn’t just alive, he was conscious. His eyes moved erratically in their sockets, and his mouth moved, though only a low moaning could be heard. He kept looking back and forth between Betty and me. I could see him mouthing the words ‘help me’, but there was no help we could give.

“They are dead. They just don’t know it yet. Come on. Try not to look.” I whispered, pulling her away by the hand.

She seemed reluctant the first time she had to step directly on a body, but I pulled her along anyway. It was very disconcerting. I had come this way before, but my terrified flight hadn’t seemed quite real.

Now it was.

Now I was aware of every still living person I was walking on. I could feel my heels squishing down onto stomachs or crunching on bones. I didn’t want to look. I didn’t think I could bear to but I didn’t have a choice. Any wrong step meant a fall, and a fall meant an awakened baby.

So I watched my footing. I stared closely, slowly learning which body parts were the easiest to walk on. I would have guessed torso, but it wasn’t the case. It was too easy to sink into the fat bellies and lose balance.

Legs and arms worked alright, but they were small and round and easy to slip off of.

Heads. Heads are the best part of a human to walk on. Once I figured that out, we were able to pick up the pace.

And if some of those heads were watching me, alive and aware as I stepped on them?

I did my best not to think about it. I just held tightly onto Betty’s hand and kept walking.

It wasn’t long before we made it to the support that I had hidden behind before. Part of me wanted to push myself face first into that corner and never look away, but I resisted. I was strong. I would make this. If not for myself then for my daughter. With everything I had been through today, it was reassuring to know that my need to protect her was still pulling me through.

Betty didn’t seem to be doing as well. She pulled away from me and vomited violently, falling to her hands and knees into a pile of hands and knees. I did my best to not imagine the poor people she had just puked on. My mind couldn’t handle imagining that. Not then and not ever.

I couldn’t blame Betty for getting sick. I had experienced this once before. I was, if not prepared, then at least aware of what we would find. Betty though, she hadn’t been ready. It was one thing to know you were going to have to walk over the bodies of others. It was another thing entirely to actually be in this waist-deep river of flesh.

The air was hot and heavy with the stench of death. Blood and shit were smeared everywhere. On the bodies. On the walls. On us.

When a foot would slip between the scattered limbs, it would usually plunge down to the knee. The full impact of my body weight would slam into whatever poor soul was lying on the bottom and smashing whatever part I hit.

The odd couple of times my feet slipped and didn’t land on a person, they would emerge soaking wet. The pool of combined fluids under the bodies rose a solid six inches. No amount of bleach would ever clean these socks.

When Betty finally recovered, we continued our arduous journey. The further we went, the higher the bodies were stacked. By the time I could see the main entrance we had to slouch to not hit the ceiling. The floor swelled and shrank beneath us as the still living gasped their few remaining breaths.

Betty lost her footing and fell again. This time though, she slipped right though the bodies up to her chest.

I could see tears streaming down her face as I tried to pull her out. She had her eyes clamped tightly shut. It took me a second, but I soon realized why. A bunch of the top bodies had their heads exposed. Only inches from her own head, their eyes circled wildly while wheezy moans escaped their lips.

I stepped on one of their heads and pushed it deep into the pile while reaching down to pull her out. She flopped out onto her belly, and didn’t stand.

I didn’t force her. I was practically crawling by this point too. She kept up, even if she was fully on her hands and knees.

The pile decreased as we got closer to the door. Down and down we went as the light of the midday sun shined ever brighter before us. By the time we reached the door, we actually had enough space between paralyzed people to stand on solid floor.

The blood was still there though. It was thick and hard to move through, feeling more like molasses than anything that could be inside of me. Each step let out a loud squelching of congealing liquid. It was okay though. We were there. We had made it.

The door wasn’t just open, it was totally ripped off its hinges. I was glad. No chance of this one being locked.

Still holding Betty’s hand, we stepped through the opening. I paused for a moment, eyes adjusting to the light.

We were standing in the small security entrance way. I had come in through here before. Bright sunlight shone in through overhead windows as I surveyed the scene. The Desolation had come through here. No doubt about that. The bodies littering the floor was a dead giveaway. They lay all around the twenty feet to the door and even up and down the staircase right beside us.

But the Desolation was nowhere to be seen. I gave Betty’s hand a supportive squeeze and took a step forward.

That’s as far as I got. The light from the doorway was suddenly cut off as a dark figure floated in front.

We froze. I couldn’t believe it. We had made it this far. Why now? Why did it have to be here now?

I half expected it to see us and come straight for us, but of course it didn’t. In fact, it didn’t even seem to be looking for victims. It was done hunting. It was time for dinner.

We watched as it grasped the first body in the room. It grasped the body, lying halfway out the front door, by the neck and lifted it in the air. Effortlessly, its fingers danced across the flesh ripping and tearing free its prize.

Once the body was free of its coat, it was unceremoniously dropped back onto the ground. Once again it rested half in and half out of the door way. I felt for the person. They had been so close to freedom, just like us.

In one smooth motion, the multiple rows of vicious yellow teeth tore the skin into bits and swallowed it down. The torso of the beast, folds and flaps of saggy grey skin, seemed to bulge and swell as it finished its meal. I wondered if it was already getting full. How long would it take to clear the hallway behind us? Days? Weeks? The paralyzed living in the hallway would die of thirst long before anyone could give them the mercy of a quick death.

From there, the creature floated over to the next closest victim and the entire process began anew. I followed the trail of bodies with my eyes.

It led straight to us.

There was no way the thing would just happen to go around. It was going to find us.

I considered sneaking away. Looking down, I realized that would be impossible. It was a miracle it hadn’t heard our loud sloshy footsteps already. Now it was closer. Now it would hear for sure.

Betty was visibly shaking. I squeezed her hand tighter, hoping that it felt reassuring. I don’t know why it would have.

The Desolation was on the fourth person in the room already. It was so fast. I was shocked by how quickly it could skin a person, but seeing was believing. There were only a dozen more bodies between us and our deaths.

I searched desperately for a way. If we couldn’t back away, how about sideways?

I looked to the staircase right beside us. There was a guard rail at waist height, but that could be easily vaulted. The blood on the floor was slowly running down the staircase, making it look like a red water slide.

I considered running either up or down the stairs. Maybe it wouldn’t follow us? How fast was a Desolation on the hunt? I shook my head clear. This wasn’t the time for imagination. I knew it was faster than us. Everyone knew that. Besides, the stairs looked slippery with all that blood. We were more likely to trip and die than escape. Just like that person who had fallen down the stairs in the stadium.

They hadn’t even made it to the bottom before they were caught.

We had no chance.

Only four bodies remained between us and the monster. Not much time left. Not much at all.

I turned to Betty. She was looking at me hopefully. My expression dashed her hopes. I hadn’t come up with anything. There was no way out.

Three bodies remaining.

As slowly as possible, I shifted my feet through the blood until I was right beside her. I wrapped my free arm around her shoulders and put my head against hers. She leaned into the make shift huddle and I felt grateful for the comfort of her arms around me. I had only met her an hour ago, but dying together seems to have a way of bringing people together. We held on to each other like two little girls in a thunderstorm.

Two bodies left.

My daughter shifted in my arms. I saw her little eyes fluttering open as her hand reached out for my hair. I felt tears begin to run down my cheeks as I thought of how I had failed her. First my son. Now my daughter. At least their mother would die with them.

One.

Betty’s eyes clamped shut as she awaited the inevitable. I closed my eyes too, but it didn’t bring peace. Instead, I saw my children’s lives. Not the ones they had lived, but the ones they never would.

They played on summer days and I made lemonade to keep them cool. They wouldn’t like school, but we would always sit together and talk about their days the moment they got home. My daughter took up art and my son obsessed over football. He learned to drive and she brought home her first boyfriend.

They went to college.

They gave me grandchildren.

They took care of me when I couldn’t take care of myself any longer.

But they would never do any of those things.

It was eating the last skin now. The next body was directly behind us.

I put my hands against Betty’s chest, and she opened her eyes curiously.

The curiosity changed to shock as I shoved her away as hard as I could.

She hit the barrier to the stairs and flipped over it. Her face made impact with the third stair down in a sickening crunch.

As her head flipped backwards, I couldn’t tell if the blood flying off was from the floor or her own face.

She hit again, this time on the small of her back. Its wet, sloppy crack echoed past my ears.

Then something passed. It floated by only inches from my face. I instinctively leaned away, and barely avoided contact.

It tore down the stairs after her. I worried that she wouldn’t make it very far, but she had managed to slip around the corner and down the next flight. The Desolation followed.

The moment it was out of sight, I began my slow walk forward. I knew I didn’t have much time, but I still worried I would make too much noise.

I made it, though.

I walked out into the fresh air, summer sun beating down heavily upon my face and I never looked back.

It took three months for the Desolation to finally finished its feast and another month to remove all the bodies.

But the smell. They say the smell won’t fade for a decade.

A proper tribute for my son, and for Betty.

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