There is a struggle as the beast was fighting someone in the darkness. “Lydia, I’m sorry… Please forgive me…” Marco pleaded, closing her eyes tightly, preparing to die.Īs she could hear the demonic beast roar and charge towards her in the darkness, she can hear footsteps wrap aside her, charging at the beast. She hyperventilated and cried while crouching under the tree. Hearing the same demonic squeal but closer, she tried to get up and run, but she couldn’t. It didn’t matter if some unholy creatures come out of nowhere and tear her apart. Realizing her defeat, she took solace at a nearby tree and rested. She had learned to run and be afraid of who she is. Always keeping herself at arm’s length so she would never have to love anyone, only ending up hurting them. Always keeping to herself, so no one would know who and what she was. As if it was the heavens giving her a break for once. Only the moon was the only light source that illuminated this dark area. Marco felt hot and sweating out of her clothes. However, her body was betraying her as it was becoming harder for her to stand. Even though she wanted to give up, she was compelled to win this twisted game. It felt like something bigger, probably even more demonic.īut Marco had to get going, even though she felt dazed and confused.
Then she heard a loud squeal from far away. Marco wanted to get something strong so she could defend herself. If only she had a flashlight so she could rummage through the parts. That was until she found the cornfields becoming less and less dense as she found a way out, only to find herself in a vast countryside filled with trees and broken down farm equipment that has been used in decades. And she couldn’t see her hand in front of her face. Her legs felt heavy, and her lungs were screaming as she just ran as it felt like hours. It felt like she was running on empty for something was compelling her to even run in the first place. It has been days since she hasn’t had anything to eat or drink. There is a good strategy, but she still garnered a lot of attention as she felt tired. She felt and heard something was coming from the left of her, and she dodged right. Like she even had an option, to begin with.
All she had to do was keep going straight, she thought. With little to no direction on where she is going, she was good as blind. The fear finally took hold of Marco as she ran into the field.
It triggered the well-placed bells and chimes that alerted the wolves in the area. She had to go into the field if you ever wanted to save her best friend and her baby.Īs she walked forward, she snagged on the tripwire. The wind was picking up, and the cornfield was wrestling about, creating an unsettling ambiance.īut there was no way around it. She opened up the door and immediately ran off the porch and into the field. There was no getting around to it Marco had to leave the house and go into the field. All she saw were cornfields for miles and miles that were twice as tall as she was. Marco looked out the broken-out window to see the sun setting fast. Marco still didn’t have any shoes, so she had to be careful not to step on the nail. She took off the muzzle and started to feel her way around the area.
Marco found herself free from the chains. Then immediately, her shackles and her binds unlocked.