It was the end of the road for the little girl as she ran past the cluttered allyways. The only thing keeping her from screaming bloody murder was the gag tied around her head, in the hurried escape, she had forgotten to remove it. Even here the horrid stench seeping out from the sewerways almost made the girl vomit, but she stopped herself, it would simply sufficate her, what with the gag and all. Only a single road to follow, she continued to run at a ferocious pace, eager to escape the hell she had just witnessed. On all sides were the smoldering flesh of the innocent, the sieged land, the torched houses and shops. Only the flag poles, now without her home state flag beaming on the teathered end, for they had all been burnt to ashes in mere seconds of the invasion, were standing in place of the smoke.
Even now she could hear them, they were gaining on her. No one had ever escaped from their prison, once they invaded, no home natives left, they were all destroyed, tortured, or sent to work as slaves for the rest of their lives. The bonds on her wrists cut deeply into her flesh as she tried her best to loosen them; but they were too tight.
Where would she go? What would she do? If she didn't escape, neither of those questions would even need to be answered. She could hear the hounds howling at her legs, they were almost on her.
As the first one bit a piece of flesh out of her calf, she pummeled to the ground. Just as they were about to feast on her alive, there was a whistle. A high pitched whistle that must have hurt the hounds' ears, because it had hurt her own as well. She was just glancing upward, when she caught sight of her invadors; olive skinned, bronze haired beasts with blue deceitful eyes.
"Go, let us see just how far you will get," whispered one of them. The girl hardly registered what haqd been said, but she hastily retreated.
Even now she could hear them, they were gaining on her. No one had ever escaped from their prison, once they invaded, no home natives left, they were all destroyed, tortured, or sent to work as slaves for the rest of their lives. The bonds on her wrists cut deeply into her flesh as she tried her best to loosen them; but they were too tight.
Where would she go? What would she do? If she didn't escape, neither of those questions would even need to be answered. She could hear the hounds howling at her legs, they were almost on her.
As the first one bit a piece of flesh out of her calf, she pummeled to the ground. Just as they were about to feast on her alive, there was a whistle. A high pitched whistle that must have hurt the hounds' ears, because it had hurt her own as well. She was just glancing upward, when she caught sight of her invadors; olive skinned, bronze haired beasts with blue deceitful eyes.
"Go, let us see just how far you will get," whispered one of them. The girl hardly registered what haqd been said, but she hastily retreated.
