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A party.
Out of everything that she could've chosen to do that day, she chose to go to a party.
And oh how she regretted it.
Because the night was fun. Yeah it was amazing, one of the best nights she'd had in a long while. Spending time sipping on cheap beer and dancing to loud beating music with strangers. Who could pass up on that?
But after that was over, with blood splattering everywhere, painting the tips of her hair pink, she regretted going.
People were screaming, running in every direction trying to get away from whatever was going down.
Clarke never screamed.
No. Instead she stares, mouth wide open and eyes blurry.
In shock'.
She stood paralyzed in fear, not bothering to turn around and try to run with the rest of the people. She doubted that she'd make it out alive. She felt like it was worthless to try. The bodies were scattered across the room, skulls cracked and brains falling out. People hunch above them, groaning with eyes red and skin a little too white to look healthy. She sees them grab at heads, cracking open skulls that hadn't been opened yet and bringing the insides to their mouths. One of them meets her eyes. He grinned widely and threw a wink at her. She shuddered, another wave of fear freezing her on the spot. She fought with her own mind, begging herself to move, to at least try and get out. She gasped, finally turning to run. Instead, she bumped into someone. She screamed this time and tried to hover around them. But they held her by the arm, pulling her back. She struggled against it in vain.
She looked up and found it grinning at her. Their red eyes almost look like they were on fire. Intimidating madness glowing behind a pair of evil eyes.
She stepped back, panting. She met her own reflection in a window. Her hair was pink, not blonde anymore, coated in blood. It terrified her.
She screamed again. A cry for help, some would say.
Hastily, she tried to step away again but it held onto her arm even tighter, almost as if trying to squeeze to flatness. She tugged, trying to loosen its hold on her.
Instead, nails dug into her flesh. She pulled away as soon as the hand retracts.
"Shit," They cursed, backing up and running away.
Clarke's head swam and she groaned at the dizziness that fogged her mind all of a sudden, pressing her palm against the wound and clenching her eyes shut.
She stumbles back, hitting the wall.
Her eyes flutter open and close.
Somewhere faint she's still aware of the madness in front of her. The bodies and the crazy people. And yet, somehow it doesn't feel important.
The only thing she wanted is to close her eyes, wishing that she'd never had to open them again.
The screaming was just a faint beep in her ear, and the blood she was covered in was just a stupid joke, she thought.
None of this was real.
It couldn't be
Her eyes fell closed.
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She felt uncomfortable. The hard surface beneath her wasn't at all how she wanted to spend her Friday night. Her arm hurt from where she was pressed against the floor. She decided it was too much pressure on her arm moved to sit up, only to immediately go down again.
As she let her eyes take in her surroundings, she realized that the the room was in complete chaos. Empty beer cups scattered across the ground, covering an endless amount of bodies.
She pushed herself to her knees slowly, struggling to stay upright because of an unwanted migraine.
And despite all the murder in the room, she felt calm, almost comforting. Maybe a little hungry too.
She looked to her side and yelped. A body lied slumped against the wall, head bashed in and brains drooping out.
Within a second she was up on her feet, hands flat against the wall to not fall backwards again.
Throbbing pain made its way through her entire body, and despite the fact that she'd tried to steady herself she still found herself tripping over her own feet. She landed on something soft an squishy, yet it smelled like death.
An inhumane sound escaped her throat before she could stop it.
Her sight latches onto the body beneath her, and instead of screaming she felt drawn to it. Like it was begging for her to come closer. So she pressed closer against it. It stank, yet she felt so mesmerized by it.
She let her hand search, for whatever it was that she found so captivating. It wass soft and squishy and… It was brain mass.
But she was just so freaking hungry.