Reaping

I fucking hate this place... really fucking hate it. I think as I huff and puff my way through the run, What the actual FUCK were they thinking?! The snarls behind me slowly catching up, I dared not look back.

Growing up as the daughter of a soldier has it's advantages, act first think later, don't hesitate... all things that come useful now as I jump my hands latching onto a tree branch hanging above the cliff. the ugly bastard chasing me is not smart enough to notice running straight off to the rocky ground below.

Thank god it's thick, I hope the others are alright... I heave myself up onto the thick sturdy branch and lean against the trunk catching my breath. A snap below me catches my attention looking to my right where the trees begin to thin out. Light blond hair bounces as the male jogs towards me.

"Hey teapot! What you doing up there?" he calls without a care.

"Will you shut up!" I whisper growled to him, "They could hear you idiot!" he shrugs with a wide grin. it's then that I notice his has a mixture of red and black liquid all over him. "What-" My question is cut off as a speed demon shoot out from the trees.

I didn't even hear it, it's a slinker. fucking hate those, without thinking I leapt from my branch at Phoenix, his eye widened in surprise as I narrowly miss his head as I land on the creature just inches from his body. the weight of my own crashing into it sending us to the floor.

The creature screams, my enhanced hearing fuzzing out my brain but I don't let that stop me from plunging my knife into it's neck shutting it up. I use my knees to pin its flailing arms down. the knife to the throat is not enough to kill a slinker. My stomach churns at the rotting stench it emanates its black rotting teeth Nash at me as I hold it down.

Phoenix's dark manic laugh can be heard behind me stalking closure, I kept it pinned by the neck and arms as he begins gutting the creature to find it's stone. A deep distorted growl can be head dead ahead of us, his wheezing breath and sluggish steps heading our way turns my blood cold.

"Fuck, Nix hurry the fuck up." I growl, my strength waning with execution. "I-it's a Bog." I whisper turning back and looking at Nix, his face pales as he looked into my eyes discarding his knife and digging in the black gooey mess with his hands with panic.

"Yes." he growled, his hands plug in the chest cavity under my ass and rips out the red glowing stone. The slickers body convulses before melting and turning into rott smelling sludge beneath me.

I heave a couple of time moving away before vomiting, Nix hand rub soothing circles on my back as the rest of my breakfast discards from my sweat drenched body. his hand pauses curling into a fish and gripping my combat green vest.

"T-teapot..." He whispered terror vibrating from his voice. standing straight I looked at him confused before following his line of sight. my blood turnings cold as my body freezes. It wasn't the sight of our terrorised friend running towards us that scared me. Nor the Bog that followed closely behind though that would have terrified me all the same.

No, it wasn't he four Slinkers that followed after the bog it was the Two Horde beast grinning from beyond the trees. no, fuck no not them. were defiantly going to die.

"I-i Thought there was only one..." Nix voice trembles eyes locked on the contorted nightmare driven creatures.

"They lied, they have been lying the entire damn time! I thought it was odd that Daisy and Blitz was killed when I has seen them on opposite sides!" I growled rage warming my blood as my fists clench.

we're dead. We need two people minimum for a slinker or a fucking gun.. five for a bog and there are three of us here against them. My eyes dart around looking for anything to help. It's only when a swinging insane man on a vine with a machine gun saves the day do I see the opening.

as the bullets tear through the slinkers, there screams echoing through the clearing. The bog turned around as Gareth reaches us, grabbing our attention as he sprints past us to the cliff.

"Wait stop!" I call as Four more bodies hurl past us. The triplets Drake, Darren and Delila and then Phoenix's Foster brother Vortex. "there's a cliff!" I call in unison with Nix.

Vortex turns jogging backwards. "Gareth has a plan, it's the only way." We look at each other and nod, Gareth is the genius in our group and has not failed us yet.

I turn back to call out to the mad man Arthur only to watch in horror as one of the six hands the Horde beast owns reach's out managing to catch him.

His screams echoed as he is crushed, the a jerk movement and suddenly his crushed body is slammed into my own sending me hurdling away from Nix and into Gareth as we tumble to the ground and skid off the cliff.