Escape
It's cold out here in the wasteland, but it was colder in the city.
They thought me one of them, but I changed. And I got out before they realized, before I became sport, prey, kill, to prop up their insecurities. They don't like different.
I'm a coward, please forgive me. I didn't fight. I just thought of myself and ran. But I promise I will return to help others. To escape. Or fight. What else is there?
#prose #story #horror #transform 2018-07-20