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Part 1 of Monster Wip Novella(s)
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Published:
2022-06-16
Updated:
2022-06-26
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6,036
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2/?
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After All

Summary:

Months after the mutations started, news of a murderer spread throughout Tennessee. Who would have thought that people would have to worry more about a single murderer killing every few months in a monster apocalypse?
People lost trust. Many refuse to let their guards down to unfamiliar outsiders.
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Maeve meets another woman on her travels in Tennessee to go north to find her brother. She joins forces with her as a measure of safety until they reach a point where they must go their separate ways.
In this world where most monsters used to be human, Maeve has to be careful with who she finds herself with. Its infection can spread if she were to drop her guard.
She wouldn't want to be stuck as a monster, now would she?

Notes:

I hope you guys enjoy this one. I'm not going to put too much here, so the rest of my words will be in the end notes.
This chapter and chapter 1 mainly sets up how this universe works and introduces the mood/tone/whatever.
Also, heads up, updates to this story may be slow since I plan on having multiple chapters, and each chapter may be long, requiring lots of time going into revision and editing.
I will also post this to Campfire Writing once I figure out how to use it.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Prologue

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     No, no, no, no, please! I can’t let him in— I don’t want to die.

     My ears are pounding. My skin feels hot in the cool cabin air. I can’t think straight.

     He’s out there; I know he is. 

     I’m grabbing whatever I can to block the door—a chair— wooden boxes— shoes— just anything. I’m running out of things to place. I have to move upstairs— No! I’m too scared to turn away— What do I do, What do I do?

     I can’t stop shaking. I can’t hear anything over the throbbing in my ears and my heaving chest. I know I have to go upstairs to safety, but I can’t rip my eyes away from the door— he’s gonna get through it. I can’t let him get through it. I don’t want to die. 

     Weapon. My scarred hands grab the broken leg of a chair, splinters scratching at my skin. I have to stop shaking. I have to protect myself.

     It’ll be okay, my ma’s voice whispers in my head. You’ll make it. I feel the hot wetness of tears running on my face. My vision blurs even more.

     “Imma make it,” I fix my grip on the piece of wood, tremors still shaking my body. I struggle to slow my breaths. He— it— will NOT get the best of me. “Imma get out of here,” I choked out in a whisper, “Gonna live and—”

     There’s a creaking behind me.

     My heart drops.

     The air gets thick. The creeping silence in the house is deafening; waves of nausea are washing over me. The door is closed. Holes are burned into the back of my head by eyes that I cannot see. 

     No…

     A series of creaks— slow and steady— stop right behind me.

     I can’t bring myself to turn around. I can’t move— can’t run.

     Help–

     A cold, searing pain blooms from my back. Screams rip from my chest as the sharp metal repeatedly meets the flesh of my back. I’ve lost count. I feel light. 

     Please… this can’t be the last thing I see…

     The man’s silhouette stands above me, but the setting sun’s light lights his ugly face. His eyes are burning into mine, and his smile— his ugly fucking smile. 

     Everything’s getting darker now. Too much lost… blood… I just want to sleep.

     I’m flying now. Strong hands grab onto me.

     I’m coming Ma.

     The devil laughs.