Page 3 of Surviving Hallow Hill
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We run as faras Hyde will let us, it seems. We meet the shining golden wall within an hour, and it’s like Sialen and I have the same idea. As does the dragon man and a few of the petite women clad in violet jumpsuits like ourselves.
Kira doesn't come through.
The one person I tried to save, I abandoned.
I fucking hate myself right now.
The women, they’re banshees. Their arms are spindly, their nails curved and black with pointed tips. Their plump lips are large, and when they speak, sharp, vicious teeth can be seen between words.
“We’re safe here with our backs protected by the wall, but we don’t want to corner ourselves either,” dragon man informs us as if I’m not already aware.
The three women nod. It’s then that I do a small count of our group.
Six.There are six of us left.
Six of us against hundreds of them.
We won’t make it through the night by holding too much faith in an academy-built wall. Fuck that. We need a plan.
“What’s your strength?” I ask the women.
Their long green hair shifts around their angled faces as they smile sharp smirks at one another.
“Our mouths, of course,” the middle one says, and she slides her tongue across her weapon of teeth.
Their screams are deadly, they can sense when death is near... Are they cannibals, too?
I vomit a bit in my mouth and try not to dwell on what the idea of rotting flesh might taste like.
“And you,” Sia tilts his chin at the man with the scaly tail sweeping between his legs.
Tail Boy shifts his golden eyes toward us as if he’s too high above our kind to even explain himself or his powers.
“I’m wise,” Reptile Tail says bluntly.
Wow.
Surviving this man’s ego might be the real challenge.
“Great,” Sialen mumbles with so much sarcasm I can taste it in the air before brushing the guy off entirely and checking the trees once more.
Violent screams still kiss the horizon. The creatures seem busy feeding off of the flesh of our fallen coeds.
Possibly even Kira.
While we waste time belittling each other.
“Anything else? You got anything else that might help us right now?” I bark out, pivoting on the heel of my boot to face the man who’s much too tall for me to really be glaring down at the moment.
His lips curl and before he even says more, his shoulders flex. And with that small gesture, his jumpsuit tatters away around his broad back.
Just as deep green wings flash out behind him. With my mouth hanging open, I wait for the dragon inside of him to make an appearance.
But it never does.
Massive wings loom around him, shadowing his hard physique as he glares at me.
