I would not suspect till later but I and the rest of the world woke with a gasp. Immediately I gagged in pain still feeling the blade in my guts tasting my own blood and seeing my organs flesh and more that indescribable more.

I lean over and empty my stomach. Immediately after l cry my eyes shut trying not to see anything for it was there still. Even as the memories of the dream faded I still remember her. Even an entire continent away I could still feel...it...him...them...USSSSSsss

I don't know when I realized I was screaming but when I slowly stopped I could hear the sound of others. It was not just from next door or just from my building it was like my entire town was screaming. But then slowly it stopped. It was not a peaceful silence there was a sense of waiting.

There was a bang like a gunshot. Thankfully not to close. It felt strangely comforting. As I listened closely several more rang out. I moved to the door but a bang that wasn't a gunshot stopped me. It was close. To close. Just next door close. It was the type of bang that said grab the nearest weapon and pray for a miracle.

And when the screaming started I really wanted to but the only thing that would do was anger it. ''No stop thinking of it. Focus you are here and you are you.'' I was just feeling better and decided that staying here wasn't healthy when I heard a bang and a crunch of wood. Like something was breaking in. There was a grunt a scraping of something and I could hear something sniffing the air. The sound of the wailing creature outside my room made me really wish I could pray because there was no hope only mind numbing fear.

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I think I saw it...I Also think I jumped out the window...I think I did a lot of things. I was running so fast the only thought in my head was to get away.

At some point I tripped but I landed on my hands so it didn't slow me down...as a matter of fact it made me go faster so I ran like that something in me said that wasn't right but when I tried to think I was consumed by fear and ran faster.

Finally I slowed down. My body had changed. That was bad but wasn't a problem. I was stronger faster and more agile. The problem was I was in pain. When I stopped I was shuddering from the pain.

Why shuddering you might ask and not screaming?

Too reasons.

One my throat changed. So did a lot of things...like skin...and muscles...bones.

I couldn't call myself human. I was tall lanky had yellow skinned and my hand looked like claws.

I guess the good news is I am still alive. But then there is reason too.

I'm being hunted.

So I quietly shuddered.

It wasn't human.

Claws. Red eyes. An aura of hatred and hunger.

Something on it's back like dark light.

Not the video game kind. This was beautiful and terrifying something only the mad can see. And yes I'm mad as a hatter. Because this was normal. Fine all we had to do was run. Nothing can catch us.

I began to move. It rushed me but it was fine.

I leaned forward and lopped a few feet and then sped up and as fast as the creature was I disappeared in seconds.