Either It's Good Luck Or Horrifying Bad

“Holy fuck.” Gerard breathed as he crouched behind an ugly red SUV. He panted, trying to catch his breath and look in every direction at once. The stitch in his side stabbed painfully and he thought absurdly how far he’d run in how long and surely his old gym teacher would have been proud to see him book it those last few blocks.

What the fuck was going on? This shit couldn’t really be fucking happening could it? Things like this only happened in video games or horror movies. He couldn’t remember how it started, or when, his only thought now was to hide.

And what happened to the others? He’d lost them earlier in the night. It seemed like forever ago. He hoped they were alright. Especially his little brother.

Gerard looked down at the cut across his t-shirt, shuddering at how close he’d come to meeting the same fate as Ray.

Ray, poor Ray. Gerard almost wished he believed in heaven so he could think of his friend with angels or some such shit.

But there wasn’t any time to think about that now. There wasn’t any time for thinking about anything other than surviving until daylight.

He thought he heard something from a couple of streets over, but his heart was pounding so loudly in his ears, he couldn’t really hear much of anything.

Realizing this, he suddenly felt very exposed hiding behind the stupid Hummer and moved from behind it, still in his crouch. Awkwardly duck walking toward the dubious safety of the field, he tried to look everywhere at once, straining his eyes to see in the dark, and even doing so, he never saw what slammed into him knocking him to the ground.


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alrght, this is just a (very) short chapter that was the first to pop into my head. tell me if you think i should put the rest up, because i'm writting it anyway, but i'm not going to bother to post it if no one wants to read it. also, any ideas for titles would be greatly appriciated because i've never been very good at making them up.
chirssy disaster
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