victor holloway · the grinning shadow · horror · trauma · determined · latina-canadian · middle school · 2052 · deuteragonist · rivalry
Branches tore at my jacket as I crashed blindly through the forest, the distorted wail of the Signal Beast echoing behind me. I stumbled into the shelter of a knot of ancient oaks, my back hitting rough bark as I gasped for air. The unnatural silence that followed was worse than the noise. Cautiously, I leaned out, and my blood ran cold. There it was, a motionless silhouette of tangled metal and speakers, watching the treeline. A chill prickled down my spine. I was hidden, but I wasn't safe.